𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 ~ 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑎 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘

chapter thirteen

October 1942,

Walburga is painting in the garden, she is not at her best. She misses Sirius. It's been two months, but she feels like it's been an eternity. As promised, he writes to her every day and the owl brings the mail to John's. She goes there every day, she escapes through the window and runs to the appartment, takes the key under the carpet and the letters are waiting for her. She hides them in her room so that her parents or even her brothers can't find them and especially not Kreacher.

She grimaces a little as nausea seizes her. Stress has been making her sick for several days because she has many nightmares about the Muggle war. She places her hand on her lips and swallows before taking a deep breath.

"Mistress Walburga should go lie down for a while," Prunella says timidly.

"Don't worry," she replies. "Thank you for your concern, but everything is fine. Would you mind telling father and mother that... I don't know, tell them I'm not very well and that I went to get some plants in town."

"I'm not very good at lying," the elf apologizes.

Walburga just winks at her and she puts her things away before quickly going to wash up and she leaves her house. Going to the wizards' side is not very complicated, it's going to the muggles' that is because you have to be careful that no one can see you go through the wall. Fortunately, the streets are almost deserted and Walburga passes without difficulty in the non-mages' corner.

She then walks towards the apartment, she knows the way by heart and she greets a few people she meets. She likes this life, being a muggle is interesting and contrary to what her parents say, she sees nothing wrong with being one.

She stops in front of the door and she picks up the key before opening the door and is careful not to step on the mail on the floor. Grabbing everything, she puts John's, from the letters that arrived by muggle, on the kitchen table and she notices Sirius's, placed on the table.

My sweet Walburga, when you have this letter in your hands, it will have just arrived in the morning. I hope everything is going well for you, I always fear that your parents will discover your secret outings and I watch for your letters as soon as mine comes to you. The weather is nice and the smell of summer helps me keep smiling a little. John's injury is not very serious, he will stay with me even if I told him he shouldn't. I miss you so much and I hope you are holding on. I am sure that it will all be over soon, I feel it deep inside me. And I can't wait to go home, take you in my arms and marry the most beautiful girl in the world.

John says hello, he says he's tired of seeing me hide away for long minutes to write you and so he's actively participating in the letters by sticking his nose in them. We managed to foil one of the attacks, we're gaining ground and I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I think we're going to win this war and I hope it will make the world a better place. You never leave my thoughts, I like to think of your sweet smile, your laugh and your last letter really did me good, literally, I mean. I'm not used to this kind of letters and it surprised me that we started doing this, but know that I managed to imagine everything and that's why it's my turn. Are you sitting? I'd like you to close your eyes and imagine my hands cupping your face, my lips resting on yours as I whisper your name.

I let you come on top of me and my hands go down your back, on your buttocks and I can already feel my pants tightening. I apologize for not being very good at writing these kinds of scenes, but I would like you to enjoy yourself as much as you gave me. Now, imagine that I take off your dress and kiss your breasts, one after the other while my hand slides over your panties. [...] I would like to see you, to know if you appreciated my words, but you are on my mind and I can't wait to receive your next letter. I don't have much time left, Henry and John are teasing me because I haven't won any card games yet. Please, take care of yourself my love. I love you, and I will come back to you soon, be sure of that. You are my first thought in the morning and my last at bedtime. I love you in all the universes, Wallie. I kiss you, Sirius.