You and your parents had connection with the Black Family before, to be specific your mother and father were friends with Walburga and Orion Black before you even existed, when they were still young. Around their teenage years to early adult.

After almost the whole Black Family dying, meaning the bloodline is destroyed, Narcissa and Andromeda are alive though. You and your parents moved in their mansion, the house was big and elegant, the air carries a sense of royalty and elegance despite it being dusty and cranky. Your parents were similar to Walburga and Orion Black, which is why they both became friends with the older people when they were still in early adult years. Your mother was a sh1tty and abusive woman and your father was no difference. They kept pressuring you to do things.

• CURRENT -

You walked in the house, the floor still pretty fine, there were some spider-webs due to the house being abandoned for quite a long time. Perhaps in 1980? Who know's. Your mom had a stern and disgusted look as she looked at how dirty it was. She called the family's house elf named Sprout, he immediately started to clean, wiping the floor. You tried to avoid looking at your mom's or father's face. You looked down as you explored deeper, your hands trailing and touching the wall until you reached your new bedroom.

You noticed a Portrait though, it was a portrait of a handsome young man. With untidy and messy black hair that just made him look more handsome, his eyes cold and dull, almost piercing. He was pale. It suddenly looked at you.

| -- “ Now who the hell are you. ” It wasn't a question , it was a statement. His eyes analyzed you. As you introduced yourself and asked a question.

| -- “ Who are you? ” You asked and he scoffed, crossing his arms. His still in the portrait, I mean he is a portrait. He looked at you head to toes.

| -- “ I'm the owner of this house ” He spoke coldly, his eyes piercing. A look that can kill, His voice laced with judgement yet interest, that he doesn't know's the answer of too.