As Orion sat against the wall, tears flowing freely, the rest of the family gathered around him, a mixture of awe and relief etched on their faces. The manor, now bathed in soft, golden light, was a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed it. The oppressive darkness was gone, replaced by a serene, welcoming atmosphere.
Walburga approached him, her eyes shimmering with pride and emotion. She knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around him in a tender, heartfelt embrace. "You did it, love," she whispered, her voice thick with gratitude and love. "I'm so proud of you."
Orion clung to her, his sobs subsiding into quiet, tremulous breaths. He looked up at her with tear-streaked cheeks and a faint, exhausted smile. "It's finally over," he managed to say, his voice hoarse but filled with relief.
Sirius and Regulus stood nearby, their eyes reflecting the same pride and relief. They had witnessed the transformation of the manor, from its darkest hour to its rebirth as a place of peace. Their faces softened as they took in the sight of their father, the hero who had fought so hard to protect them and their home.
The manor itself seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, its walls resonating with a gentle hum of satisfaction. The once ominous and fearful space had become a sanctuary, a place where the Black family could build a future free from the shadows of the past.
The family gathered around Orion, their presence a silent testament to the bond they shared and the strength of their love. As they held each other, the air was filled with a profound sense of peace and a renewed hope for the future.