It's another cliche of the night Sirius ran away, except it's not. Because this time there will be no screaming.
Cortos textos acerca de Walburga Black. Un recorrido por su vida ¿de dónde viene ese carácter del demonio en su cuadro? Era bruja, sentimientos tenía...después de todo no fue concebida por culpa de una poción. Este es el lado humano de la loca del cuadro.
Tossing the snitch up and down as he lay beneath the covers, Orion ends up missing the chance to catch it when his bedroom door opens. Looking up, he see Lucretia in her nightgown and robe staring at him with the most awful expression. "What's-" He starts, but in a blink of the eye, she's at his side. "Hide!" She hisses. Companion to We can Begin the World all Over Again.
Lo que es de los Black, con los Black ha de quedarse.
Orion Black se enfrenta a la huida de su primogénito, provocando un torbellino de sentimientos en su interior al que no sabría ponerle nombre. Solo sabe que duele, duele mucho.
Orion Black reflects on Sirius leaving. Written for round 8 of the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition.
Orion fingers wrapped tightly around his wand, so tightly that, for a moment, his yellowed, cracked fingernails dug into them. He licked his parched lips with an equally dry tongue. Stood erect as he watched, waited, and listened. His eyes widened manically; their murky color had brightened into something almost excited - or perhaps just utterly insane with insomnia. / QLFC Round 8
Written for the QLF Challenge. Two days before the First War broke out, the Dark families still had high hopes for the future. Dialogue.
Porque no todo fue triste, también hubo momentos felices. Cinco pequeños drabbles donde se refleja el orgullo de Orion hacia sus hijos. / Este fic participa en el reto temático de agosto del foro "La Noble y Ancestral Casa de los Black".
La Parca se va haciendo cada vez más nítida, segundo a segundo, mientras la vida abandona el cuerpo de Orion. Ya ni los gritos de su mujer le pueden detener, su dolor es demasiado y su enfermedad ha empeorado.
Porque los Black nunca olvidan a un buen amigo y Orión no era la excepción, Este fic participa en el reto temático de agosto del foro "La Noble y Ancestral Casa de los Black".
Orion está preocupado por la llegada de su primogénito, ya que la cosa se ha complicado más de lo que se pensaba. / Este fic participa en el reto especial "Conmemora los 100.000" del foro La Noble y Ancestral Casa de los Black.
Orion Black es un hombre parco en palabras, pero eso no evita que sienta un profundo orgullo y cariño hacia sus dos hijos.
por que en aquel momento Sirius tuvo una única certeza, que su padre siempre tendria el nombre Orión nunca el de Charlus
Este fic participa en el reto temático de agosto del foro "La Noble y Ancestral Casa de los Black". Orión Black esta bailando la Macarena sobre la mesa de un bar. ¿Cómo es esto posible? ¿Qué ha pasado para que la distinguida familia Black acabe así? Solo podrás averiguarlo leyendo. Agradecimientos a Nalnya por la idea.
Following her father's sudden death it is subtly pointed out to the new Head of the Black Family that she has a duty to perform. Who is the one equal to assisting her in her task? Written for Round 3 of the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition. Romance if you squint, more of an understanding between two people.
Venez découvrir l'étrange histoire de Rosalice Hale, histoire qui sera à choisir et oui j'ai trois contexte et je n'arrive pas à me fixer alors je vous demande un petit coup de pouce pour m'aider à choisir :) Merci.
Mirror mirror on the wall, You will further hear no call... A small piece of poetry about 12 Grimmauld Place and its former inhabitants.
Serie de pequeñas viñetas sobre la vida de Orion Black que demuestran que ser un Black no es antónimo de ser un padre, de tener deseos y anhelos, expectativas y sufrir decepciones. Las ideologías no borran lo que la sangre une y para Orion, la sangre es lo más importante. Este fic participa en el reto Especial Aniversario para el foro de La Noble y Ancestral Casa de los Black.
260 words. Set when Sirius leaves home. On the way out, he encounters his father. I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to it, except for my fanfictions.
OS. 'Et jusqu'à la fin, sa porte est restée bloquée, paralysée telle qu'il l'avait abandonnée. Elle s'est couverte d'une amère poussière que personne pas même l'elfe n'est autorisé à nettoyer. Parce qu'il a failli, Sirius. Parce qu'il vous a tous trahi, toi le premier.'
Orion Black liked being hidden away in the darkness of the Slytherin Common Room. It made it easier to examine the picture perfect Tom Riddle. Tom/Orion
"Blacks do not marry for love." "I know." "Okay?" "Okay." Practice, rehearsal, dress rehearsal, preparation, finale and encore - ladies and gentlemen, please, come on in.
As Walburga reflects on her marriage, she cannot deny the fact she loves that she still has the name Black, but she cannot help but think Orion is too dull.
In which Walburga Black learns about duty, propriety, and love. :: "She wanted nothing more than to forget her duty and call him back, but she wouldn't because she was a Black, and that was what mattered."
Walburga Black is the perfect Pureblood lady who hides everything behind an icy mask. Her cousin Orion can see through this, but will he be too late to save her? WARNING: mature themes. For the 2012 Hogwarts Games
Cygnus has gambled most of their money and Orion is willing to help out...On one condition. Dubcon and hints of domestic violence. Written for several challenges on the HPFC forum, including The Hogwarts Games, category Women's Tennis, quarter finals - write a fic on anyone from the Black family.
Orion Black isn't happy that he's going to be marrying Walburga. He'd much rather be with Alphard, instead. Orion/Alphard, freeverse, slash. M&MWP.
A series of vignettes from the life of the Black family, centred on Walburga.
Van -iban- a llamarlo Alphard, piensa Walburga. O Sirius, o Regulus. Iba a ser un Black. El primogénito. Reto "Familia Black", foro La Noble y Ancestral Casa de los Black.