#walburga black

[del-stars]

black family dinners were high fashion editorial absurdity bordering on surrealism. they were famous for always starting obscenely late because every single one of them is taking hours to perfect their appearance. the house of black rests on narcissistic individuality - they all think they’re the hottest, smartest, most fashionable person in the room, including (especially) sirius and andromeda. walburga and druella are constantly trying to outdo one another with how extravagant the dinner itself can be, which means they’re eating shit you’ve never heard of before served by house elves on stilts

[moutainrusing]

Walburga and Orion: Sirius, you are not allowed to have a girlfriend until we decide upon who you will court.

Sirius: So… what are your thoughts on my boyfriend?

[messrmoony71]

What I don't get is why Sirius grew up in Grimmauld Place. In my fics, I have him move there in his later childhood because I cannot picture the Black family living anywhere but a mansion similar to the Malfoy Mansion.

They are the most powerful and richest family in Wizarding England, so why would they confine themselves to the crowded walls of Grimmauld.

Also it was in a MUGGLE neighbourhood. Everything the Blacks despised and went against, yet they chose to live there.

It doesn't make sense.

[nixnight1]

♡

The mother that never was - 980 wordd

Walburga learning of Regulus' death

Walburga was not a good mother, she never thought she was a good mother. She remembers perfectly what she thought the day Sirius was born. Her first son. A baby. She could hear his screams, and his face was all red, and his fists were tight like screaming was an effort. She remembers the feeling of the moment the nurse put him over her chest, and how he instantly calmed down. Walburga felt like she could breathe. That was the last moment she really did. 

She didn’t raise Sirius. He wasn’t even her baby, not since the moment the family nannies took him to take care of him. ‘Your job was to have him, Walburga, now we start with the spare,’ Orion said when he found her walking to the nursery because Sirius was screaming his lungs off. So Sirius was her son…but she wasn’t his mother. Sirius didn’t have a mother until he ran away and even though it was probably the most traitorous thing to the family, she let him. 

She got pregnant with Regulus not so later than Sirius’ birth, and that’s maybe the reason why she couldn’t have more children. It was okay because she did not want more. Regulus was tiny, so tiny, she was sure he would die. He was born a stormy night earlier than he should have, with almost thirty-three weeks, less than eight months on her body. Walburga thought she would die with him. She had never felt so much pain, not even when she was a child and her father punished her for not being a proper lady at the time. She had bleed and screamed and she was sure she had met Death’s hands when she lost consciousness. Regulus was…he was so small she was scared to touch him, and because the nurses were doing everything in their power to keep him alive, she never did. She didn’t hug Regulus like she did with Sirius. 

She didn’t even hear him cry. 

Regulus was a very quiet child while growing up, he didn’t look for her like Sirius did. He didn’t try to hug her, nor try to call for her. He had Sirius. Sirius wasn’t even so much older, and he was more motherly-like than Walburga had ever been. While she learned how to mute the crying, Sirius would chase after the nanny to see the new baby and help, he went crawling until he learned how to walk. And Walburga was sure he only learned so he could go faster. 

Regulus was a good son. He didn’t look for a fight, and the moment he learned that if he did anything bad, Sirius would be punished –because Sirius would always take the blame– he stopped being a child. He tried to be good, to be enough, but for his disgrace, he had Walburga as his mother. The moment Sirius went away to Hogwarts, Regulus stopped smiling. The only moment Walburga really would see him was at dinner, and it felt like he wasn’t even there. When it was his turn to go and he came back for the holiday, her sons didn’t talk to each other anymore. 

Walburga was just a witness, but she always knew the catastrophe didn’t start when Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, it started when the two boys who used to be best friends since their birth, stopped being brothers. 

Sirius gained a proper mother when he escaped the Black prison and stepped into the Potter paradise. He didn’t take Regulus with him, so Walburga was trapped and could only see the boy who stopped smiling, starting to lose himself in the family madness that had already reached him. Regulus just stopped being. He wouldn’t sleep, he would eat less and less every day. His eyes stopped shining like the living and he just would move in autopilot like he was a puppet. 

‘You’re a good son,’ She said to him someday. Regulus had looked her in the eyes, with his dead Sirius-like eyes, and whispered ‘Thank you, mother’. Walburga couldn’t even remember the last time he had called her that. 

Walburga wasn’t a good mother, she wasn’t a mother at all, so when Regulus disappeared the same way his brother did, she was sure it was because he had finally gained the bravery to go look for a real family too. She didn’t cry, nor really listen to Orion’s madness screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming. She sat in the drawing room and looked at the fire for hours. 

She was not a mother, so realistically she didn’t lose a son. 

She didn’t maintain the count of the days since Regulus went away, so she wasn’t sure when was the last time she had stepped into the tapestry room. She didn’t even know what day it was. It was like an instinct, her eyes went directly to the burnt place where Sirius’ face once was. The moment her eyes moved to Regulus’ place, it was like the same cold death-like hands that touched her face the day he was born were back. One moment she was standing, and the next one her hand was shaking, caressing the place where Regulus’ face should have been. In his place was instead a skull with a date. 

Regulus Arcturus

1961-1979

She didn’t notice she was crying until the tears slipped between her lips. She didn’t make a sound, nor did she breathe. It was a new feeling, the mourning of a son. She didn’t feel it when it happened, she couldn’t know the exact date. Was it yesterday? Last week? If she was a real mother, could she have felt it in her heart? It was the same feeling she had when she was pushing him out of his body, the agony of being alive. 

The suffering of Regulus' loss made her a mother in the end? 

[righteousenjoymentofthunder]

just. dropping this here

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus: Sirius… I’m gay

Sirius *excited*: can I tell Walburga? Cause this WILL kill her

[that-bitch-kat3]

walburga: you’re not good enough for my son

remus: you’re not good enough for your son

walburga: excuse me?

remus: you heard me.

[not-rab]

Sirius: I don’t think I can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Regulus: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is.

Sirius: What- no!

[guhmshuda]

Walburga: You’re not good enough for my son

Remus: you’re not good enough for your son.

Walburga: …

Remus:

Walburga: …

Remus: I did not stutter.

*meanwhile*

Walburga: you are not good enough for my son.

James: *pulls out his guitar*

James: *breaks into RUDE by MAGIC!*

[journeyfoot]

This was my first time drawing Tom riddle. He’s not top ten favorite characters but he is very handsome

[mentallyadinonugget]

Regulus: im half cursed on my dads side and half doomed on my moms side.

Sirius: our dads side IS our moms side btw

[del-stars]

WALBURGA BLACK | the crow patronus

promised since birth she was, did you know? from the moment they saw she was a girl.

[moutainrusing]

Walburga and Orion, veins throbbing in their foreheads: We checked your search history, Sirius.

Sirius:

Sirius: Just because my search history is gay doesn’t make me gay!

Regulus: Amateur. Who doesn’t clear their search history?

[lexithwrites]

That one tiktok edit of Sirius and Walburga to ‘they both reached for the gun’ but fucking REGULUS is the gun changed my entire life you don’t understand

[nixnight1]

Sirius and Regulus going over Walburgas' stuff after her death:

(That one Shameless scene:)

Regulus *sad face* grabbing a knife carefully from a box: she used to throw this at us when we were kids

James: What

Sirius: Oh Yeah, she had a game..what was it called?

Regulus: Dodged the dagger

Remus: I'm so fucking confused right now

Sirius: Reggie and I would run around the house screaming, laughing, trying not to get stabbed

Regulus *tearing up*:

James: That's fun...

[doodlemcjazzhands]

She's a little crunchy, but here's the full portrait with Sirius :)