"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." — Sirius Black

THIRD POV:

Melania Black's funeral was a somber affair for everyone close to her. Friends and family said their last goodbyes as she was lowered into the Black Family graveyard.

The children were upset, especially Sirius who refused to talk to anyone. Clinging onto his father's leg as hot tears raced down his face.

Regulus not really understanding but understood enough to know his grandmother wasn't going to wake up anymore, quietly cried in his uncle Cygnus arms.

Astraea was left home with a nanny house-elf for the sad affair.

Orion, Lucretia, and Arcturus quietly watched; refusing to cry as they watched their mum, wife, and loved one get buried in her final resting place.

Once the ceremony was over, everyone left feeling a bit heartbroken until Walburga spoke words of wisdom that paused everyone for a moment. That sparked a bit of hope in each and every one of them.

"You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Melania is alive in us, and shows herself plainly when we have need of her."

She held Orion's hand tightly as he stared down at her in wonder, as if he was just staring at her truly for the first time.

She smiled reminiscing, "After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

Arcturus and Lucretia stared at her in slight disbelief but also in quiet awe.

"Yes, Melania would want us to move on but we will always remember her. It will be difficult, it will hurt, but we will move on with open hearts." Arcturus wisely said as a single tear finally slid down his face.

Arcturus pulled his two children into an embrace as his heart ached, before noticing Walburga standing a bit away and noticed a slight shimmer around her.

He blinked. It was gone. Shrugging it off he pulled her into the group hug.

They would eventually move on but for now, it hurt.

It hurt so much.

But in the end, they moved forward.

***

/A Week Later /

WALBURGA POV:

I slid onto the floor gasping for air clenching my chest. I panted and winced feeling a sharp pain near my heart.

Fucking locket.

I almost died–

— by being dragged into a body of water –which might I add– was infested with water-zombie crazed beasts with a penchant for drowning people, but it was totally worth it.

Not only did I have to tear down Voldie-boy's ridiculous protection wards but I had to deal with being harassed by a bunch of snakes that I gladly told to—

"Piss off."

And what do you know?

I was reminded once again that I still have my parseltongue ability even in Walburga's body. Great.

I took great pleasure stabbing the stupid Slytherin Locket horcrux.

I may or may not have repeatedly stabbed the horcrux multiple times while cackling like a madwoman.

Ahem.

At least I won't have to worry about my Reggie dying young.

"Four down, one to go", I whispered gleefully before trudging myself back home.

Walburga: 1 — Voldemort: 0

As I dried myself I sensed someone's magic coming closer. It felt furious.

Turning, my heart dropped.

"H-Hey d-dear n-nice... weather we're having?" I nervously stuttered as he calmly walked closer to me not a single physical clue telling me how he felt other than his magic.

"That's it. You're on house arrest for the remainder of the month." He calmly told me.

A whole TWO WEEKS locked in Grimmauld Place?! Oh hell no!

"Orion No!" I whined.

"Orion yes. Now let's go home—" Orion rolled his eyes before apparating us home.

The next morning when I tried to walk out the front door, my body refused to pass through. After the fifth failed attempt I glared at Orion into submission.

Only to be laughed at. "Asshole", I grumbled.

Everyone in the manor probably heard my frustrated scream when I even tried to jump out the window only to find myself in the master bedroom.

Orion who was pulling his trousers on didn't even spare me a glance. It was my sixth attempt.

That's it! I can't take it anymore.

I resigned to my fate half way through the two weeks and played hide-n-seek with my children and coddling Astraea and Lucius who came to visit.

Abraxas laughed at my expense, "Don't go hunting alone" I mimicked mockingly.

Jerks. Both of them. Shut up! I'm not pouting.

On the last day I sat at the dinning table bottle feeding Astraea when Orion spoke up.

"Did you try the backyard door? Heard it's quite easy to pass through, no wards to get out. You know?", Orion told me coolly as if mentioning everyday weather.

Never in my life have I ever wanted to strangle anyone so badly,

I glared at his mocking grin. This calls for revenge!

Orion: 1 — Walburga: 0

***

/Four days later/

Abraxas stood before Voldemort, face void of any emotion.

"Ahh Abraxas good to see you got my message on time, come follow me. I need to give you something of importance." Voldemort commanded walking out of the throne room.

Abraxas followed making sure to stay behind, close yet away from his shooting range.

It was quite obvious the Dark Lord wasn't as sane when he first started the dark resistance group.

At one point when they first started they were named "The Knights of Walpurgis" but was eventually changed to "Death Eater".

Abraxas internally grimaced, such an awful and demeaning title for such a Lord as himself.

The Knights of Walpurgis were founded around one thousand years ago to protect witches and wizards from Muggle persecution.

While, the Death Eaters are merely pawns for a madman obsessed with immortality and death.

Such a difference.

'What did I get myself into', Abraxas sighed when Voldemort led him into the library of the Riddle Manor.

"Abraxas, here", Voldemort simply said handing Abraxas a black leather journal.

Seeing the quickly fleeting question in his eyes, Voldemort continued.

"It's a journal of importance, keep it safe. Put in your vault, library, manor— I do not care, just keep it hidden."

Abraxas held the black journal in his gloved hands before bowing, "Yes my Dark Lord, it's truly an honor to trust me with something of importance."

Voldemort sneered, "Yes. Whatever. Get out of my sight, I have better things to do than entertain."

"Yes my Dark Lord, by your leave", he replied watching as Voldemort who looked more like a snake than he last saw him, walk away from him.

Abraxas briskly made his way to an apparition point where he quickly apparated to the Grimmauld Place.

Voldemort made a mistake in trusting a Malfoy, just like the Blacks.

They bowed to no one.

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A/N: After the last chapter I wanted to keep this one light before—....

Did You Know: Walpurgis means "Strong Protection"

So basically–

The Knights of Wapurgis means "The Knights of Strong Protection"