WARNING:

I do not own or profit from Harry Potter. I am not profiting from this work of fiction. This fan fiction will have mature/adult themes and sexually explicit content. Incest, body modification, dubious consent, m/m slash, and more to be found. If this bothers you, don't bother reading this work. Thanks.

Watching. Waiting. Waiting some more. After a decade or so, the defenses were once again breached by the new Lord. Despicable, disappointing wretch who allowed filth into her home. A disgrace to the most Ancient and Noble House of Black.

Her portrait screeched profanities and spewed forth diatribes against the infiltrators. The ear shattering portrait and the crazed, yet loyal, house-elf were the last defenders of the House.

Then once again, silence. The empty House once again collected dust, cobwebs, and mildew. The House's old bones creaked and groaned, waiting… waiting for the new Master to come claim It. When the new Lord came, Walburga would assist It in claiming and educating them to the exacting Black standards.

Not too many years after the last of the blood-traitors and mud-bloods were driven out, the wards were finally breached by the new Lord. Finally, another chance to build upon the Black name and rise again. A new chance to fill the House with Black's. The House and it's inhabitants, however few, could sense the Black blood in the Lord. However minute, it could, and would, be built upon. Blood always tells as like calls to like. The newest Lord Black would be created in the family seat, the womb of the Black's.