Padfoot and his Pup

14. | Black

Okay so this fic isn't really related to the title Padfoot and his Pup. As the name suggests, it's completely Black family centric. Take a look!

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Respect.

Control.

Power.

They had it all. And more.

Unlike what most muggles believe, the world isn't divided into good and bad.

There's good and bad and then there's BLACK.

The Wizarding World was a community. A large one with numerous subdivisions, but a community none the less. Like any other race, no matter what century, there was always discord and hostility amongst the different factions.

It is human nature after all.

One of the oldest known feuds was between Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff versus Salazar Slytherin.

Light versus Dark.

But no matter what, all people, light and dark alike, strongly agreed on one topic.

Do not cross the Blacks.

That was the one rule that was staunchly followed by every person. No exceptions. No negotiations. Stay out of their path and you will survive.

If not...

The Black family was Absolute Power. Everybody knew that. They weren't just a family, they were an empire.

Cold grey eyes, cunning smirk, aristocratic carriage, a dominating personality and a razor sharp Slytherin mind. These were the basic traits of a member of the Black family.

They were the masters of manipulation, seduction and any form of deception. The Ministry of Magic was little more than a front, a facade.

Someone else wielded the real power. Their word was law. If they command, you obey. No matter what.

A person's identity or status didn't even come into the picture. You could be a simple salesman at Flourish and Blotts or a decorated member of the Department of Magic Law Enforcement.

No one questioned them or got in their way. No one so much as dared to look them in the eye. After all, no sane man or woman would want to incur the infamous wrath of the Black Family.

While the Dark Lord was indeed well versed in the dark arts, the Black family were the pioneers of Dark magic. There was not a spell that they hadn't mastered. More then three fourths of the Dark magic that exists today is a courtesy of the Blacks.

Each generation was more formidable than the last.

Take the current members for example:

Orion Black, the present patriarch of the family. He was perhaps the cruelest of them all. He spared no one, not even his own sons. He was a firm believer in the principle: strike first, strike hard.

A man so sinister that the Dark Lord himself was wary of him. While he was Voldemort's right hand man, there were few who believed that Voldemort considered him an equal. He was a Death Eater and proud. But, no Auror would dare to so much as lay a hand on him.

Walburga Black, his wife, was an equally terrifying entity if not worse. Unlike her husband, she wasn't open about her deception. Her methods were far more... clandestine. A command whispered in the right ear and her job was done. These tactics were later deployed by her niece, Narcissa Black.

Cygnus and Druella Black could be considered the milder sort. But, one must not be fooled by the fact that they choose to operate outside the limelight. While his grandeur wasn't as great as his brother's, Cygnus and his wife operated behind the scenes.