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ESTE BLACK WAS TWO when she first met Grandmère and Atlas. Aurors had just surrounded her house and brought her to her only living family, which was Grandmère. "She has the Black Family's beauty," Grandmère remarked as soon as the Aurors brought Este to her, Walburga's eyes softened, "Very well, I shall take care of her and Atlas." and when she was brought home to Grimmauld Place, Grandmère made a promise to her, "I promise, Estele. You will never turn out to be like your father. Never."
Este Black was three, sitting in front of Grandmère. Grandmère brushed her long silky black hair and straightened Atlas' Prussian Blue tie. "My little angels," Grandmère murmured with pride, "You will do well──you both will live long and prosperous lives. Unlike your fathers."
Este Black was turning four, looking at the tapestry at Grimmauld Place, she pointed at a burn mark. "Grandmère, was this father?" she asked, her youthful voice lamentable and yet still inquisitive.
Grandmère sneered, "He is not your father." Este knew she meant it in a different way ── Este knew she was his blood, his flesh. "He is not my son, nor is he your father. He is just a waste of my blood and flesh. He abandoned this family for those pathetic Potters. And then he sold them out! Ha! The Irony. Then he murdered thirteen muggles and one of his closest friends! Pathetic! You are never to mention him again. Do you understand me, Estele?"
Este nodded, "Yes, Grandmère."
Este was five and was enrolled in ballet and piano. For the small group of girls growing up within the Wizarding World's most elite, life followed a prescribed order: Beginning at age five, you would begin learning about magic, and would be taught by an elite group of governesses, followed on the weekends by piano, violin, flute, ballet, or riding, and some sort of social activity.
Then, at eleven you would go to Hogwarts where you would be expected to attain perfect grades and be made prefect and head girl. After graduating with honors (anything less would bring shame to the family), you debuted into high society and searched around before marrying a boy from a suitable family at the age of twenty.
