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( i mourn what could have been )
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❛ all alone on the edge of seventeen ❜
VEGA BLACK IS A VICTIM OF WAR. She is filled with rage and ferocity. She has been dealt an unfair card in life and was determined in her revenge. The ichor that runs through her body is the essence of a Black prodigy, the youngest and only daughter of Walburga and Orion Black.
Walburga Black had failed. She had raised two, darling sons — two boys that she had been set on creating into perfect, pureblood heirs. Sirius had been the first to disappoint her. Sorted in to the House of Lions rather than into the den of snakes, Sirius had been led astray by a group of boys who warped his mind into a blood-traitor, dishonest man. In a fit of rage, Walburga had blasted his name off of the tapestry and casting him from the home she had raised him, promising to raise hell if she ever laid her eyes on him.
She loved Sirius once. But he hadn't reached her expectations. And that simply was not good enough for Walburga Black.
The next to disappoint her was Regulus.
Walburga had placed her faith and confidence into Regulus. Praised him, formed him into the perfect heir to fill Sirius' shoes, and she watched with a satisfied gleam in her beetle-like eyes as he knelt before the Dark Lord and took the imprinting of the Dark Mark like the good soldier she had made him to be. But Regulus had taken the cowardly route.
He had ran, terrified of what he had done and the consequences of his actions and betrayed everything Walburga had drilled into his mind from the moment he was born. Walburga was furious. Both her sons had dwindled away into foolishness and Walburga had nothing to show for the life she had lived on earth. She felt ashamed — humiliated.
