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Regulus, Bellatrix, Narcissa, OtherCanon
Primary Relationship
Other Pairing
Secondary Relationship(s)
Drama, General, Romance
Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
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Work In Progress (WIP)
First Published
2008-04-27 4:57pm
Last Chapter
2008-07-26 7:11am
Last Updated
2008-07-26 7:11am

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews
1 Phineas Black: The Bequest

Phineas Black sat at his small untidy desk located in the back corner of his equally small and untidy one-bedroom flat. He re-read, for the third time, the letter in his hand. It had just been delivered to him by owl messenger. An event unusual enough in itself, since he could not recall the last time he had received anything by owl messenger. Certainly he was a wizard, a powerful one by some reckonings, but it had been many years since he had used his magic.

2,561 1
2 Lycoris Black: Disillusioned

They call her the Ugly Duckling because of her clumsiness and bland features.  They wonder how Lycoris was ever born a Black and whisper with concealed importance about quiet dealings in the middle of the night to exchange a squib for a mudblood.  Even her own flesh and blood – Arcturus – eagerly recounts how he remembers a sickly baby suddenly replaced by a healthy one.  It is a testament to her unpopularity that the stigma on her is so strong.

3,870 1
3 Cedrella Black: The One-minute Waltz

The problem with the young lady – practically a princess by anyone’s standards – was that she had been fed on a diet of barren, forbidding tales of marriage and love; the former was only ever extolled as a way of binding families; the latter only ever ended in tragedy. Her sisters Callidora and Charis dutifully swallowed these sad stories, never supposing, like Cedrella had, that love could possibly be happy.

3,032 1
4 Pollux Black: Ink and Tears

From the readers view it looked as if the writer had paused and thought for a moment. As the pen stood silent a small drop of ink had splashed onto the page above the word 'time' as if it was dotting the "I." A cruel sign that despite the pain created while putting the words down, it had to be done.

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