Chapter 60 – From Vows to Legacies
Over the next week, Black Castle gradually transformed in preparation for Daphne and Rigel's wedding. Every corner of the grand estate buzzed with activity, the usual quiet replaced by the hum of enchantments and the shuffling of feet. Kreacher scurried about, polishing every surface until it gleamed, while garlands of flowers began to adorn the walls. The castle, usually imposing with its dark, Gothic architecture, seemed to soften slightly as it welcomed this joyous occasion.
The wedding was to be held in the gardens, just in front of the castle, with a stage for the ceremony erected amidst the lush greenery. The stage itself was a work of art, crafted from polished dark wood and adorned with delicate carvings of magical creatures. A cascade of white silk flowed from the stage's canopy, giving it an ethereal look. Around the stage, small pavilions were set up, festooned with garlands of fairy lights and enchanted flowers that glowed softly as the sun set. The whole setting was designed to be a spectacle, a true testament to the grandeur of a pure-blood wedding.
Rigel had made sure that around the stage, a profusion of purple tulips were in full bloom. These were Daphne's favourite flowers, their vibrant hues contrasting beautifully against the greenery, and their sweet scent filled the air, adding to the enchantment of the setting.
Finally, the day of the wedding arrived. This afternoon, Daphne and Rigel would speak their vows. The sky was a clear, brilliant blue, promising perfect weather for the celebration. The morning was a flurry of final preparations, with Kreacher arranging the last of the decorations and ensuring that every detail was perfect.
Despite her worsening illness, Walburga was determined to oversee the preparations. Her health was failing, but she refused any help, driven by her fierce pride in the Black family name. She moved slowly but with a commanding presence, directing Kreacher and checking every arrangement to ensure the wedding would be a fitting representation of the Black family's esteemed reputation.
Sirius and Remus were also there, bustling about with palpable excitement. Sirius, seeing his son on the verge of becoming a married man, could hardly contain his pride. Remus, despite recent hardships with Rigel, seemed in good spirits, no doubt influenced by Tonks' steadying presence. He was, after all, a sort of honorary uncle to Rigel and took pride in the young man's achievements.
Tracey, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Astoria were gathered in a separate room, buzzing with excitement as they prepared to be Daphne's bridesmaids, with Tracey being the maid of honour. They had recently taken a trip to Diagon Alley together, where Harry suspected they had bought their dresses. Their laughter and chatter filled the room, a cheerful counterpoint to the more solemn preparations elsewhere in the castle.
And then there was Harry. To no one's surprise, he was Rigel's best man. The bond between the two was like that of brothers, and Harry wouldn't miss this day for anything in the world. Yet, the prospect of giving a speech in Rigel's honour was daunting. The Boy Who Lived still wasn't fond of public speaking. The girls had teasingly refused to help him prepare his speech, and Neville, though willing, was just as shy. Nonetheless, Harry had crafted a heartfelt speech that he hoped would do justice to Rigel and Daphne's special day. He was determined to deliver it well, for his brother's sake.
As the castle clock struck noon, the stage and gardens were ready. The air was filled with a festive energy, and the guests began to arrive, their elegant attire adding splashes of colour to the scene. The grand pure-blood wedding of Daphne Greengrass and Rigel Black was about to begin, a celebration of love, tradition, and the forging of new bonds.
The anticipation built as the final touches were added to the décor. The floral arrangements were perfect, the food and drink stands were stocked with the finest delicacies and beverages, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of the purple tulips through the air. All was set for what promised to be an unforgettable ceremony.
Everyone who was anyone in the wizarding world had been invited to the wedding. The guest list read like a who's who of magical society, their arrival turning the grounds of Black Castle into a veritable assembly of power and prestige.
Amelia Bones, the Minister of Magic, stood near the front, accompanied by her niece Susan. They exchanged polite smiles and greetings, their presence underscoring the importance of the event. Nearby, Augusta Longbottom, Neville's formidable grandmother, chatted animatedly with other guests. She was there not only due to Neville's friendship with Harry and Rigel but also as a staunch ally within the alliance the brothers had forged.
Tracey's parents were present, beaming with pride as they watched their daughter prepare to be a bridesmaid. The Davises had always treated Daphne like family, and their support today was unwavering, filling the role of her absent relatives. The Tonks family, too, was out in full force, their presence a testament to Rigel's efforts to restore their status within the Black family. Nymphadora Tonks stuck close to Remus, using the joyous occasion to introduce him to her parents formally.
The Weasley family, despite their more distant relationship with the couple, attended as well, thanks to Harry and Astoria's insistence. Their cheerful presence added a splash of warmth to the proceedings. Ernie MacMillan arrived with his family, his eyes lighting up when he saw Hermione in her bridesmaid dress. His attendance was both a political move and a personal support to his girlfriend, Hermione.
Xenophilius Lovegood, Luna's father, was a peculiar sight among the more traditionally attired guests, his eccentricity a reminder of the diverse fabric of the wizarding world. Hermione's parents, understanding the potential tension their presence might cause, had chosen not to attend, but they eagerly awaited photographs from Harry.
Among the guests was Linnea, or Layla as she preferred her nickname, Daphne's spirited friend from Denmark. Daphne had met Layla during the Triwizard Tournament, and they had remained close pen pals ever since. Layla, with her fiery red hair and equally fiery spirit, brought a vibrant energy to the celebration. She had eagerly accepted Daphne's invitation and had travelled all the way to Britain for the wedding. Her laughter was infectious, and she mingled easily with the other guests, sharing stories and adding to the joyous atmosphere.
Several other influential families, mostly Wizengamot members, mingled, their attendance driven by political alliances and aspirations. Even the Malfoys were present, their attendance a surprise to many. Despite Draco's imprisonment, Lucius and Narcissa made a striking pair, their demeanour cool and collected. Rigel had extended the invitation to all remaining members of the Black family who weren't convicted felons, ensuring to keep a watchful eye on Lucius.
High-ranking Ministry officials, including Rufus Scrimgeour, moved through the crowd, their presence a symbol of the wedding's significance. The scene was set for a grand celebration, the gardens of Black Castle transformed into a fairy-tale setting of love and unity.
Inside the castle, in a room filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the soft hum of excitement, Harry stood with Rigel, who was making final adjustments to his suit. Rigel stood before a full-length mirror, his tall frame clad in impeccably tailored wizarding robes. The deep black fabric contrasted beautifully with the silver embroidery, and a purple tie, matching the tulips in the garden, added a touch of personal significance. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his blue eyes shone with a mix of anticipation and joy.
Harry watched his brother, a proud smile on his face. "You look perfect, Rigel," he said. "Are the nerves finally setting in?"
Rigel turned, a confident smile playing on his lips. "Not at all," he replied smoothly. "I think you're more anxious about this whole thing than I am."
Harry chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "I just don't want to ruin the occasion for you."
Rigel clapped him on the back, his touch reassuring. "You won't, Harry. I know you'll do great."
There was a knock at the door, and Rigel turned towards it. "Come in," he called.
Sirius entered, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his son. "Rigel, you look fantastic," he said, pride evident in his voice. "It's almost time. Everyone's ready for you."
Rigel nodded and turned to Harry. "Do you have the camera and the rings?"
Harry patted his pocket. "Rings are right here," he confirmed. "And I've given the camera to Kreacher. He's under strict orders to take as many pictures as possible."
He couldn't help but think to himself that he would have liked to take the pictures himself, capturing the memories through his own lens. But it wouldn't be proper, especially since he was going to be on stage for most of the ceremony. Harry sighed inwardly, realising how few good opportunities he had to use his camera. It was something he would have to fix once they finally dealt with Voldemort and brought peace. There would be plenty of time for pictures then, he told himself, trying to focus on the present moment.
Satisfied, Rigel nodded. Together, they made their way toward the gardens. As they approached the stage, Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety on behalf of his brother. The crowd was immense, a sea of well-dressed witches and wizards, their faces reflecting excitement and anticipation. Harry knew instantly that if it were his wedding, he would limit the guest list to family and the closest of friends.
On the stage, the officiant, a distinguished-looking wizard from the Ministry of Familial Affairs named Hector Averill, waited patiently. Rigel exchanged a few words with him, ensuring everything was in order.
The bridesmaids began their procession down the aisle. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he watched them. Hermione led the way, her elegance and grace shining through. Next came Luna, her ethereal beauty accentuated by the coordinated dress and hairstyle. Ginny followed, her fiery spirit evident in her confident stride. Astoria moved gracefully, her composure belying her young age. Finally, Tracey appeared, and Harry's heart skipped a beat. She looked stunning, every bit the vision of perfection, her joy palpable as she basked in the moment. They all took their places in the front row, their presence adding to the day's splendour.
Then, all eyes turned as Daphne appeared. She wore a dress of exquisite elegance and expense, the fabric shimmering softly in the sunlight. She walked down the aisle alone, a solitary figure of grace and poise. Yet, her calm demeanour mirrored Rigel's, a testament to their soulmate bond. She stepped onto the stage, her eyes locking with Rigel's, both of them sharing a smile that spoke volumes.
Averill stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," he began, his voice rich and resonant. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Daphne Greengrass and Rigel Black. This occasion marks not only the joining of two souls but also the coming together of two noble families. It is a day of joy, a day of love, and a day of profound significance."
Hector Averill stepped forward, his voice carrying easily over the gathered guests. "Rigel Black, you may now speak your vows."
Rigel turned to Daphne, taking her hands in his. His eyes were filled with deep emotion as he began to speak. "Daphne, from the moment you came into my life, everything changed. You brought light to my darkest days, and your love made me whole. Without you, I would be incomplete. You are my confidante, my partner, my everything. I promise to stand by your side, to support you, and to cherish you for all the days of our lives."
A soft murmur of approval rippled through the crowd, and Daphne's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before she began her vows. "Rigel, you gave me hope when I thought I would live a loveless life, bound by duty and expectation. You showed me what true love is, and you made me believe in a future where I could be truly happy. I love you with all my heart and soul, and I would never exchange you for anyone else. Together, we are stronger and better than we could ever be apart."
Averill nodded approvingly, his eyes warm with the significance of their words. "Please present the rings," he said.
Harry quickly produced the small box from his pocket and handed Rigel the ring for Daphne. With a tender touch, Rigel slid the ring onto Daphne's finger, his hands steady and sure. The ring gleamed in the sunlight, a symbol of their unbreakable bond.
Next, Harry handed Daphne the ring for Rigel. She took it with a trembling hand, her love for him evident in her gaze. She slipped the ring onto Rigel's finger, her touch gentle and loving.
Averill's voice rang out again, filled with the joy of the moment. "By the power vested in me by the Ministry of Magic, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Black, you may kiss your bride."
Rigel leaned in, his hands cradling Daphne's face as he kissed her deeply and tenderly. The crowd erupted into applause, their joy echoing through the gardens of Black Castle. It was a moment of pure magic, a celebration of love that would be remembered forever.
Sirius stepped forward, his voice carrying over the crowd. "Everyone, the celebration will continue in the grand ballroom within the castle! Please make your way inside for food, drink, and more festivities!"
Guests began to move towards the castle, chatting excitedly as they followed the pathway lit by enchanted lanterns. The grand ballroom of Black Castle was an awe-inspiring sight. High, vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers cast a warm, golden light over the room. The walls were lined with grand tapestries depicting the illustrious history of the Black family, and the polished marble floors reflected the elegance of the setting.
Long tables were laden with an array of exquisite dishes, from sumptuous roasts to delicate pastries, all prepared with the finest ingredients. Crystal goblets and decanters filled with sparkling beverages beckoned the guests. The air was filled with the tantalising aromas of the feast, mingling with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses.
Rigel and Daphne led the way, their hands still entwined, as they entered the ballroom. They were immediately surrounded by well-wishers offering their congratulations once more. The joyous atmosphere was infectious, and soon the ballroom was filled with the sounds of merriment as guests settled in to enjoy the food and drink provided.
As the guests began to settle down, Sirius stepped forward and raised a hand to gather everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have a moment," he called out, his voice clear and commanding. "It's time for the best man to give his speech. Harry, the floor is yours."
Harry took a deep breath and stepped up, a nervous but determined smile on his face. He glanced at Rigel and Daphne, who stood hand-in-hand, their love for each other shining brightly. "Good afternoon, everyone," he began, his voice steadying as he continued. "For those who don't know me, I'm Harry Potter—though I can't imagine there are many who don't know me," he added with a playful grin, earning a round of chuckles from the guests.
He paused, gathering his thoughts. "When I first found out that Rigel was getting married, I was thrilled. But then the reality set in—I had to give a speech. And let me tell you, facing You-Know-Who seemed less intimidating than speaking in front of all of you," he joked, drawing laughter from the crowd.
"But on a serious note," Harry continued, his tone softening, "I want to express my deep gratitude to both Rigel and Daphne. Without them, I wouldn't be where I am today. Rigel, you've been more than a brother to me. You've been my guide, my protector, and my best friend. And you always land on your feet, just like a cat," he quipped, causing Rigel to smirk and the guests to laugh.
"Daphne, you welcomed me into your life and treated me like family from the start. The love and support you've both given me have changed my life in ways I can't even begin to describe."
Harry's voice grew more emotional, and he looked directly at the couple. "You've both improved my life dramatically, and I couldn't wish for a better family. Seeing the love you share and the strength of your bond gives me hope and inspires me every day. So, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being the incredible people that you are."
He raised his glass, his smile broadening. "To Rigel and Daphne—may your life together be filled with love, laughter, and endless happiness. Cheers!"
The crowd joined in the toast, their glasses raised high. "Cheers!" they echoed, their voices a harmonious chorus of celebration.
As the guests settled once more, it was Tracey's turn to speak. She stepped forward with a bright smile, her eyes glistening with emotion. "Good afternoon, everyone," she began, her voice warm and affectionate. "For those who don't know me, I'm Tracey Davis, Daphne's best friend and maid of honour."
She glanced at Daphne and Rigel, her smile widening. "Daphne and I have shared a sister like bond for most of our lives. We've been through thick and thin together, from our first days at Hogwarts to the countless adventures and challenges we've faced. We've laughed, we've cried, and we've always had each other's backs. I can honestly say I wouldn't be the person I am today without her by my side."
Tracey paused, her voice growing more tender. "Seeing Daphne find the love of her life has been one of the greatest joys of my life. Rigel, you are an incredible person, and I am so happy that Daphne has you. You complement each other perfectly, and the love you share is truly inspiring."
She raised her glass, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "To Daphne and Rigel—may your love continue to grow stronger with each passing day. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness, laughter, and endless love. Cheers!"
The guests echoed the toast, their voices blending in a harmonious chorus. "Cheers!"
The applause slowly died down as Rigel and Daphne, their hands intertwined, were immediately surrounded by a throng of guests offering their congratulations. Amelia Bones was among the first to approach, her niece Susan by her side.
"Congratulations, Lord and Lady Black," Amelia said, her voice warm and sincere. "Your vows were truly moving."
"Thank you, Minister Bones," Rigel replied, nodding graciously. "We're honoured by your presence."
Next was Augusta Longbottom, standing tall and proud with Neville beside her. "A splendid ceremony," she declared, her stern face softened by a rare smile. "You have my best wishes for a long and happy marriage."
Neville grinned at Harry, who nodded back, sharing a moment of silent camaraderie.
Tracey's parents, the Davises, came forward with beaming smiles. "You look radiant, Daphne," Mrs. Davis said, hugging her tightly. "And you, Rigel, are a fortunate man."
"I'm the fortunate one," Daphne replied, smiling as she held onto Rigel's arm.
The Tonks family arrived in a cheerful burst of colour and energy. Andromeda Tonks embraced Rigel warmly. "You've grown into a fine young man, Rigel. Your mother would be so proud."
"Thank you, Andromeda," Rigel said, his voice thick with emotion.
The Weasley family, despite their distant relationship with the couple, added a warm and familiar presence to the celebration. "Congratulations, Rigel, Daphne," Arthur Weasley said, shaking their hands, a sentiment echoed by the rest of the Weasleys.
Ernie and his family also approached. Hermione, still glowing from the ceremony, walked over to greet them. Ernie's eyes shone with admiration as he took in Hermione's bridesmaid dress. "You look stunning, Hermione," he said, earning a blush and a shy smile from her.
"Thanks, Ernie," she replied. "I'm so glad you could be here."
Xenophilius Lovegood wandered over, his eccentric attire drawing some amused glances. "A lovely ceremony," he said dreamily, shaking Rigel's hand. "Congratulations."
The Malfoys, standing slightly apart, eventually approached. "Congratulations," Lucius said, his tone polite but cool. Narcissa's smile was warmer though, probably due to the presence of her sister.
"Thank you," Rigel said, keeping his voice neutral.
As the Malfoys moved aside, Layla approached Daphne and Rigel with a broad smile on her face. "Daphne, Rigel, congratulations!" she exclaimed in her thick Danish accent. She enveloped Daphne in a warm hug, squeezing her tightly. "You look so beautiful, Daphne. I am so happy for you."
Daphne returned the hug with equal warmth. "Layla, I'm so glad you could make it. It means the world to me."
Layla then turned to Rigel, hugging him as well. "And you, Rigel, you are a lucky man. Take good care of her, yes?"
Rigel smiled, returning her hug. "I will, Layla. Thank you for coming all this way."
In the meantime, Kreacher appeared at Harry's side, the camera in his hands. "Master Harry, Kreacher has taken many pictures as instructed," the house-elf said, looking proud of his work.
"Thanks, Kreacher," Harry said, taking the camera. "You did a great job."
Harry saw Tracey chatting with Ginny and Hermione, and he made his way over, feeling a bit nervous but excited. "Hey, Trace," he said, flashing her a grin.
"Hey yourself, Harry," Tracey replied, her eyes twinkling. "Enjoying the festivities?"
"Absolutely," Harry said. "Especially now that I'm talking to the beautiful maid of honour."
Tracey laughed, a delightful sound that made Harry's heart skip a beat. "You're quite the charmer, Potter."
"Only for you," Harry said, feeling bolder. "Fancy a dance later?"
"I'd love that," Tracey replied, her smile brightening even more.
Harry spent the next while taking pictures, capturing candid moments of laughter and joy. He photographed Sirius and Remus, their proud smiles reflecting their happiness for Rigel. Sirius caught his eye and waved him over.
"Hey, Harry," Sirius called. "Come take a picture of us!"
Harry approached them and waited for both of them to pose. "I'm so proud of Rigel," Sirius said, his voice choked with emotion.
Walburga Black, usually stern and intimidating, wore a rare look of satisfaction as she observed the guests. She approached Rigel and Daphne, her gaze softening. "You have done well, Rigel," she said. "This wedding is a testament to our family's strength and unity."
"Thank you, Grandmother," Rigel replied, his respect for her evident in his tone.
The atmosphere was filled with joy and celebration as the guests mingled, enjoying the feast and the company. The grand Ballroom of Black Castle were alive with laughter and music, the perfect setting for such a momentous occasion. Harry continued to take pictures, capturing the essence of the day. Each click of the camera was a promise of memories preserved, moments that would be cherished forever.
As the band struck up a slow, enchanting melody, Rigel and Daphne took to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. They moved gracefully, their eyes locked, oblivious to the world around them. The crowd watched in awe, the love between the couple palpable.
Soon, Harry and Tracey joined in, their hands entwined as they swayed to the music. Harry's earlier nerves melted away as Tracey's laughter and warm presence enveloped him. More and more couples followed their lead, filling the dance floor with movement and joy.
Ginny and Astoria stepped onto the dance floor together, their hands clasped and faces alight with happiness. They danced gracefully, drawing a few curious and surprised glances. In the wizarding world, such open displays of same-sex relationships were still rare, but the two girls danced proudly, their connection undeniable.
Hermione and Ernie shared a tender dance, their movements synchronised and their expressions full of affection. Nearby, Neville and Luna danced with a carefree abandon, their laughter mingling with the music as they twirled and spun.
Harry felt a deep sense of contentment. This was a day of love and happiness, a beacon of hope in turbulent times. He looked around at the smiling faces of his friends and family, feeling a warmth spread through him. For now, all was right in their world, and he intended to treasure every second of it.
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The following weeks were certainly interesting. Daphne and Rigel decided to forego a traditional honeymoon. Given the dangerous times they lived in, staying at Black Castle seemed the safest choice. The castle, with its vast grounds and myriad of hidden nooks, offered more than enough privacy. They spent their days exploring the estate, enjoying each other's company without the need to venture far. Despite the lack of an exotic getaway, neither was unhappy; they cherished the time spent together in their own sanctuary.
Amidst the calm at Black Castle, Harry and Neville quietly celebrated their birthdays. The events were modest, just as both boys preferred. They enjoyed a small gathering with their closest friends, sharing laughter and stories over a simple yet delicious meal. It was a momentary respite from the looming threats that overshadowed their lives.
However, Tracey went on a spree after the wedding, her teasing comments growing more frequent and daring. "You know, Harry," she would say, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I can't wait until it's our turn to walk down the aisle. I have so many ideas for our wedding." She'd follow this with a wink or a playful nudge, clearly enjoying his flustered reactions.
Harry, while deeply in love with Tracey, felt a knot of fear tightening in his chest each time she mentioned marriage. The prospect of commitment was daunting, especially with Voldemort still at large. The constant danger they lived under made him wary. He feared that making any promises now could only bring her pain if he didn't survive the impending battle with the Dark Lord. To protect her, he tried to deflect or laugh off her teasing comments, avoiding any serious discussion about their future.
But Tracey was persistent. She had adored Daphne's wedding and dreamed of her own. Her frustration with Harry's evasion grew. "I loved Daphne's wedding," she confessed one evening, her tone more serious than usual. "I can't wait to have my own. And honestly, Harry, your lack of confidence in us is infuriating. You always believe you're protecting me by avoiding the topic, but don't you understand? I want a future with you, no matter what happens."
Harry felt a pang of guilt. He wanted nothing more than to give her the future she dreamed of, but the shadow of Voldemort loomed too large in his mind. He pulled her close, kissing her forehead. "I love you, Tracey. More than anything. But right now, I just can't make any promises."
Tracey sighed, leaning into his embrace. "Just promise me you'll try to see beyond the war, Harry. Promise me you'll at least think about it."
Harry nodded, feeling the weight of her words. "I promise," he said softly, hoping he could one day fulfil the dreams they both held dear.
The very same evening, Daphne decided to visit her sister Astoria. Despite Ginny and Luna still being over, as the two of them would be staying until the end of summer, Daphne felt it was important to catch up with her sister now. She was certain the others would understand.
She knocked on Astoria's door but received no answer. Curious, Daphne carefully opened the door and peeked inside. To her surprise, she found Astoria in bed, and it was clear someone was under her covers.
Astoria blushed deeply, flustered and stammering. Daphne also blushed, not having intended to catch her sister in such a compromising situation. "Oh, I'm sorry, Tori," Daphne began, "I didn't mean to intrude. I'll come back later."
But just then, Luna emerged from under the covers, greeting Daphne in her usual dreamy voice. "Hello, Daphne," she said, completely unfazed by the awkward situation.
Daphne's surprise turned into a questioning look directed at Astoria. Was she cheating on Ginny? Before Astoria could respond, the door to the ensuite bathroom opened, revealing Ginny. "Are my kittens ready for me?" she asked in a husky voice, approaching the bed. When she noticed Daphne in the doorway, her face turned as red as her hair, blushing furiously.
Astoria stammered, "I can explain... We've kind of expanded our relationship."
Daphne, still blushing, giggled. "I can see that," she said. "I'll leave you three to it. We'll talk tomorrow. Have fun and sleep well."
To Astoria and Ginny's horror, Luna chimed in, "We hadn't planned on sleeping much, but we will certainly have a lot of fun."
Daphne giggled again and closed the door. As she made her way back to her bedroom where Rigel was waiting for her, she thought about the new developments in her sister's life. If they were happy in a polyamorous relationship, she would support them no doubt. However, marriage would be an issue. Then again, with the current laws, a same-sex marriage was impossible anyway. This was something she and Rigel would surely change in their new world.
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Around the time of Daphne's birthday, Walburga's health took a dramatic turn for the worse. Rigel, worried beyond measure, finally insisted she be seen by a doctor. Despite her protests, he summoned the best healer from St. Mungo's, Dr. Elara Ashford, to examine her.
Dr. Ashford, a tall, stern-looking witch with a reputation for diagnosing the most obscure ailments, arrived promptly. She wasted no time in beginning her examination, her expression growing more concerned with each passing minute. After a thorough check-up, she stepped back, her face grave.
"I'm afraid Lady Walburga is suffering from Whispering Rot," Dr. Ashford announced, the shock rippling through the room. "It's a very rare disease caused by the fungus Sussurrus Mucor. We need to ensure no one else in the castle has contracted it, and I'll need to call in specialists to locate the fungus."
Everyone in the castle was immediately checked, and fortunately, no one else was found to be sick. The specialists, however, discovered a single instance of the fungus in the corner of a closet in Walburga's room. Nearly invisible to the naked eye, the fungus thrived around dark artefacts, which the closet was full of. The residual dark magic had masked the fungus, explaining why Kreacher had missed it.
Dr. Ashford prescribed strong potions for Walburga, but it quickly became clear it was too late. Had her condition been detected earlier, she might have had a chance. Now, all the doctor could do was make her remaining days as comfortable as possible.
This revelation hit everyone hard, especially Kreacher. The loyal house-elf blamed himself and tried several times to punish himself, but was stopped each time by Rigel, Daphne, or even Walburga herself. Despite her condition, Walburga did not blame Kreacher, showing an unusual kindness towards him.
Even Sirius, who had always had a strained relationship with his mother, was deeply affected. They had reconnected somewhat, thanks to Rigel, and seeing her die so soon was not easy for him.
After stabilising Walburga's condition and ensuring her room was free of the fungus, she thanked Dr. Ashford and began preparations for one last project. She summoned one of the most prestigious magical painters in wizarding Britain, Cadmus Cresswell, to create her portrait.
Cadmus, a meticulous artist known for his lifelike and enchantingly magical portraits, began his work within days. He set up his easel in Walburga's room and started capturing her likeness. The process was long and detailed, each stroke of his brush carefully rendering her regal bearing and sharp eyes. Walburga endured it with patience, her determination unwavering. She spoke at length with Cadmus about her vision, her desire to join her ancestors as a portrait within Black Castle, ensuring her presence would endure through the ages.
As she sat for her portrait, Walburga often glanced at the walls adorned with the portraits of her forebears, feeling a sense of connection and continuity. She took great pride in the Black family's heritage and was determined to contribute to its legacy even after her death. "I want to see the Black family rise to power again," she confided to Cadmus one evening, her voice resolute. "Even if I am just a portrait, I will guide my descendants and offer them my wisdom. The Black name will regain its rightful place in the wizarding world."
Cadmus listened intently, understanding the weight of her words. He knew the importance of capturing not just her physical likeness but the indomitable spirit and ambition that defined her. Each session brought him closer to completing the masterpiece, and with each stroke, he ensured that her essence would be preserved for future generations.
The painter's fee was considerable, but Rigel was more than willing to spend the money to fulfil his grandmother's last wish. He understood the importance of her expertise in the current political landscape, and having her as a magical portrait would allow her to continue advising him from beyond the grave.
As Cadmus worked, the household adjusted to the impending loss. Daphne, Rigel, and Sirius all spent as much time as they could with Walburga, ensuring she felt loved and valued. Despite the sorrow that hung over Black Castle, there was a sense of unity and strength among them, a testament to the bonds they had forged and the family they had become.
Cadmus finished the portrait after a couple of days, and he made several frames for it, giving Walburga the ability to swap between them, as many magical paintings did. This allowed her to change her scenery, making her eternal existence less monotonous. The various backgrounds ranged from the serene garden of Black Castle to a regal study, and even an image of the family's ancestral home.
A small argument broke out between Rigel and Walburga during this time. Walburga insisted on having one of her frames hung in Rigel's room. Rigel, however, was strongly opposed. "I don't want any magical paintings in my room, Grandmother," he said firmly. "Daphne and I need some privacy, at least in our own space."
Walburga, undeterred, replied, "I will be respectful, of course. I can offer advice and guidance when needed."
Rigel shook his head. "No, Grandmother. Daphne and I will continue the family legacy, but without your watchful eyes on us. That is final."
Walburga scoffed but eventually settled for having her frames hung in the sitting room, the lord's study, and the hall of ancestors, which was filled with magical portraits of the Black Family dating back centuries.
Walburga's final days carried an odd feeling. Knowing someone was close to dying, preparing her grave within the family tomb, and organising her funeral while she was still alive was bizarre, to say the least. Nevertheless, Rigel coordinated it all with great care. Sirius offered a lot of help despite the strained relationship between him and Walburga, his respect for family shining through.
And then the day finally came. Walburga died during the night, passing away peacefully in her slumber. When Kreacher informed them in the morning, the mood was solemn, but they had all known it was coming.
The funeral was held the very same day, attended by only a few. Walburga had been a fierce woman, and thus did not have many friends. Most of the Black Family had been wiped out, so there wasn't much family to inform. The Tonks family attended, though mostly in support of Rigel and Sirius rather than for Walburga herself.
Harry felt odd throughout all of this. Walburga wasn't related to him by blood, but he was still grateful for her. She had been the one who got Sirius freed and ensured that he could live at Black Castle. She had taught Harry about the political landscape of Britain, a skill he would have rather not needed, but he recognised its necessity, being Lord Potter.
Once they returned to the sitting room, they found Walburga's portrait had already come to life. Her painted eyes moved, taking in her surroundings with a slightly disoriented expression. "This feels...odd," she commented, her voice carrying the same authority it had in life, though now tinged with an ethereal quality.
Harry, curious and cautious, stepped forward. "What did dying feel like, Walburga?" he asked carefully.
Walburga's portrait regarded him thoughtfully before replying. "I wouldn't know, young Harry. My memories were transferred into this portrait a couple of days ago. My death only activated the magic within the portrait, bringing it to life, so to speak. Anything that happened between the transfer of my memories and my death is lost."
Harry nodded slowly, absorbing her words. He then turned to Sirius, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Sirius, why didn't my parents have any portraits made?"
Sirius's face grew solemn as he considered the question. "Harry, it's rather simple," he began. "They didn't expect to die. Having your magical portrait made isn't cheap or easy. It requires, as you might have noticed, a decent amount of time and preparation. Typically, only wealthy people who knew they were likely to die soon or were aware of the risks had their portraits taken. Lily and James, however, thought they were safe under the Fidelius Charm. They never imagined Voldemort would find them. So, the idea of leaving their legacy behind in the form of portraits never occurred to them."
Harry felt a pang of sadness but nodded in understanding. It made sense. His parents, despite the looming war, had held on to the hope of a future where they could raise their son in peace. "I see," he murmured. "Thank you, Sirius."
Sirius placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "We have other ways to remember them, Harry. Their love and sacrifice live on through you."
Harry smiled faintly, appreciating the comfort. He looked around at the gathered family and friends, feeling a sense of unity and resolve. They had faced loss and hardship, but they continued to stand together, supporting each other through it all.
Walburga's portrait watched the interaction with a rare softness in her gaze. "Remember, Rigel, Harry," she said, her voice firm yet gentle. "The strength of the Black family lies in its unity and resilience. Uphold our legacy with honour."
"We will, Grandmother," Rigel promised, his voice filled with determination.
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The last few weeks of summer quickly flew by. Daphne took the opportunity to sit down with Astoria and get all the details of her new relationship. Astoria sounded genuinely happy, and Luna and Ginny seemed to be good influences on her. Daphne saw no reason to intervene, though she hoped that no arguments would break out between them, or that one would feel left out.
During this time, Daphne and Rigel also made more plans, both for their familial affairs and for their ongoing fight against Voldemort. Their primary focus at Hogwarts would be the Order of the Black Cat's mission to destroy the final Horcrux—Nagini. They planned to use all available resources to accomplish this goal. Once Nagini was dealt with, only Voldemort would remain, and their vision for a new world would be so close to becoming a reality.
Amidst these preparations, their shopping lists for their seventh year at Hogwarts arrived, bringing with them a surprise that provided a moment of happiness despite Walburga's recent passing. Headmistress McGonagall had named Daphne and Harry as Head Girl and Head Boy. The news brought a rare smile to Sirius's face, his pride in both of them unmistakable. Their circle of friends agreed wholeheartedly that they were the best choice for the roles, offering congratulations and support.
With Walburga gone, Black Castle would remain empty save for Kreacher while they were at Hogwarts. Harry felt uneasy about returning to school with so much happening. He had suggested that they skip the year to pursue Voldemort directly. However, Rigel thought it prudent to first deal with Nagini, pointing out that with Dumbledore gone, they could operate much more freely from within Hogwarts.
The train ride back to Hogwarts this year was different in two significant ways. Multiple Aurors boarded the train, ensuring the safety of the students, and with Draco in Azkaban, there was no one to annoy them. The sense of heightened security was palpable, but it did little to ease Harry's mind.
As their final year at Hogwarts was about to begin, Harry found himself consumed with thoughts of Voldemort. Even if they could take out Nagini, would they be able to defeat Voldemort? He was incredibly powerful, especially after having absorbed the Horcrux that had resided within Harry. Doubt gnawed at Harry's confidence, making him question their ability to triumph over such a formidable foe.
In contrast, Rigel and Daphne appeared calm, eerily so. Their composed demeanour was a stark contrast to Harry's anxiety. He wished that some of their confidence would rub off on him. As the train chugged along, Harry stared out the window, the familiar scenery blurring past. His mind was filled with the enormity of the task ahead, but he knew he had to trust in their plan and in his friends. Together, they had faced countless dangers, and together they would face this final challenge.