บท 24: Ch24. Banshee
"New Lord Black!? Who are you!" Walburga raised her shrill voice, not caring about the strain it put on her sick body as she shot Harry a heated accusatory glare. She tried to stand up from her bed or reach for her wand but her body was too weak to move. All she could do was scream. And scream she did!
Harry relished her distressed expression, not minding her high-pitched attempts to end his diabolical ability to hear. The angrier she got, the more his face split into a mile-wide smirk.
"My name is Harry Potter." He said delightedly and watched the twisting of her expression when she understood he is but a half-blood of the accursed Potter line that 'stole' Sirius away, polluting his mind with the blood equality crap!
"How! The only one who would do something as foolish as giving lordship over Blacks to a Potter scum would be... Sirius!" She hysterically screamed, not understanding what she just heard. "That blood traitor was disowned!"
"Not really, he was not. You, after all, are not, and never were, Lord Black. Therefore you can not disown someone." Harry arched his eyebrow and continued in an amused drawl as he leaned his back on the wall with hands crossed over his chest. "No matter how much you scream it to the air, it won't become the truth just because you are the loudest. Geez, woman, grow up already."
"I don't care! Lord Black should be young Draco!" She yelled confidently, making Harry freeze.
"Malfoy?" He asked unsurely, taken by surprise she is in contact with Malfoys.
'Did I miss something vital?' Harry pondered for a moment. 'Whatever. Not like Malfoys can do anything about the Lordship over the Black family anymore.'
"Yes! He is a true pureblood! No filthy blood traitor!" Her anger intensified. "I won't stand for half-blood filth like you to be Lord Black! Just wait till I am healthy! I will make you beg me to let Draco be your Lord, scum!"
"Sure you will, Goyle hag." Harry sighed exasperatedly. "Destroying House Black seems to be your hobby."
"How dare you, you filth! I was destined to be Lady Black before your parents were even a spare thought in your grandparent's little brains! I single-handedly elevated this House to..."
"To near extinction." Harry interrupted her in irritation, having enough of her ravings. He unconsciously put pressure on Walburga with his wandless telekinesis, making the bed almost cave in.
Walburga's body folded as it was forcefully pushed back into her soft bed. The anger in her dissipated in seconds and she wisely shut up as she realized just what the boy in front of her just did. This unconscious display of potential on his part made her look at the boy again and see him in a very different light. He was not strong per se. But he was only a little boy. A little boy with frightening potential. Walburga tried to rave and rage, yet, no voice left her throat as she opened and closed her mouth in shock.
"You were the driving force for support of Lord Voldemort because of some pureblood shit." Harry started to rant in apathy.
Seeing her lips curl in retort, he continued in a strong tone without giving her any chance to utter her, for Harry, useless and deranged opinion.
"The same Lord Voldemort who himself was a son of a squib from Gaunt line who ensnared a minor muggle noble named Riddle with love potions. Therefore, your esteemed Lord is barely a half-blood. His full name was Tom Marvolo Riddle and Lord Voldemort was an anagram to his name."
Hearing that, Walburga's eyes bulged out and her mouth continued soundlessly to open and close, now in disbelief and shock rather than just shock. She wanted to retort. She wanted to scream her retorts at him but she could not. Not because she couldn't talk at the moment. That was not even an issue in her mind. Her woes came from the family magic itself! The same family magic that pulsed in truthfulness at his statement. Walburga understood he was speaking the truth, yet, she could not accept it. Not after she sacrificed so much to her Master! Harry, oblivious to her state, just continued his rant without paying any attention to her.
"You persuaded Black Family to support him, ruining the family financially. But that was not enough for you, was it? The Black insanity was not yet satisfied, right? You even provided 'servants' for him. For no other reason than Malfoys, Goyles and Crabbes did. You served up your own son, the man you thought is Heir Black, as a bootlicking servant for him. The boy was then made into a murderer, rapist, and a groveling entertainment via Cruciatus curse for the Dark Lord and his most trusted. Where is the dignity of future Lord Black, huh? Do you really believe the family magic would accept some groveling pile of flesh with damaged nerves and brain due to overexposure to Unforgivable as the next Lord Black?"
Walburga gritted her teeth, for nothing he said was a lie. Her mind blanked as her resolve and spirit started to slowly crack.
"Your son was not cut out to be a Death Eater. And you pushing him to their midst cost him his life. Riddle killed him himself. Painfully at that. Very, very painfully.
A flash of anguish ran through Walburga's eyes at the mention of her favorite and obedient son's demise at the man she, apparently wrongly, idolized.
"And what a surprise! The man whose entire propaganda is built on blood supremacy, wantonly killed the future Lord Black from a pureblood family for no other reason than he was not his dog on a leash! No matter that he spent literally millions of galleons from Black fortune. No matter he had cost the Black family more than it could afford in terms of lives either ruined or worse, snuffed out. And you still idolized him for it. For murdering your son." Harry's disgust was palpable in his tone.
"That's not why I am enraged at you. I could care less about useless ickle Regi." Harry waved his hand in front of him in dismissal, not noticing Walburga didn't even react.
"Nay. I am angry because you signed over the Black sisters! Thank god, Andromeda was smart enough to enter a magically binding marriage before the contract was activated or I wouldn't have anybody worthy to be the Regent Black! Even now she doesn't really know what deadly bullet she dodged by defying your wishes! I sure as hell ain't telling her!" Harry gritted his teeth.
"I could have Narcissa Black by my side! The most politically savvy woman in the entirety of Wizengamot. The woman who single-handedly tripled Malfoys fortunes since she married the blond prick and made his family into a political tycoon through an illegal but very effective means even though the Malfoy's nobility rank is not all that high. Instead, you sold the goldmine that is Narcissa for approval from your 'Lord'. Can you even begin to fathom the things Narcissa would be able to do with the wealth and authority of Blacks on her side? Fuck Voldemort! She would have been able to take over Wizarding Britain for the Black family! Legally at that!"
I could have Bellatrix in the family. A witch as talented in using Dark Arts as she is insane. And what a gift that is for a witch of Black blood! Granted, she is utterly insane, but once you gain her loyalty, she is insanely devoted! Just look at what atrocities she caused in Riddle's anagram! A fanatic who would do anything for her master" Harry raged.
"But no. You Goyle bitch just had to sell your nieces to deranged spoiled little cowardly shits who could keep them in line only thanks to the contracts! You did not even incorporate a fucking failsafe that could easily break the contracts nor any condition for a breach of contract! Nay. You, instead, took a very tight slavery contract and reworked it to resemble an acceptable marriage contract! Your sold your nieces to slavery and didn't even get paid for it, dammit! I lost two valuable witches because your stupidity knows no bounds Walburga! Why, oh, why should I not just kick you out of the family, wrap you up and send you back... to... Goyl... es." At the end of his rant, Harry looked at Walburga, noticing her anguished expression as she soullessly stared at the ceiling without any indication of reaction.
"Walburga?" He asked, still irritably. "Knock, knock, you still there?"
After not getting even a twitch out of her, he walked closer and put a finger under her nose. His eyebrows furrowed.
She was breathless.
Harry blinked several times in surprise. He turned around to Kreacher, completely ignoring his tear-stricken expression.
"Did I just rant her to death?" Harry deadpanned at the house-elf as an awkward silence settled over the room, only sorrowful muffled sobs of Kreacher disrupted it momentarily.
Seeing her body, Harry felt ashamed for losing his self-control and control over his magic. The pressure certainly helped in her demise.
'Damn me and my breath-taking speeches!' Harry thought.
But... He was not about to deny his appreciation for the results.
Strangely enough, he didn't really feel all that bad for her death.
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