Can You Love Me Most? | 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯

Prologue

July 10th, 1985, Grimmauld Place

"Mistress Selene. Time for lunch." Kreacher hollered grimly, preparing a fine, grand plate and glass on the table; with the scent of hot stew filling the kitchen of Grimmauld Place.

Ten-year-old Selene Black was sitting on the floor, staring intently at the Black Family Tapestry for what must've been the hundredth time for this day.

If you'd ask her, what was her favorite part of the dark, dusty and dreary Grimmauld Place, Selene would always answer the room where the ancient Black Family Tapestry was located.

But her attention was always centered on one particular member of their family. She was glancing upon a face that was burnt, around the top part. It was labeled with the words 'Sirius'.

Ever since she was small, all could she remember was always being fascinated by staring at the burnt face.

For her family, anyone who was blasted off from the tapestry was a disgrace to their kin, but for Selene, she thought otherwise. Sirius was her brother. Yes, her eldest brother. She never knew nor saw him, based on the tales family members would tell her, Sirius ran away because of his different beliefs from their family and he was the only Black to be ever sorted into Gryffindor House.

The Blacks believed in pure-blood mania, and viewed half-bloods, muggleborns, and squibs as scum and disgrace to the Wizarding World. They were fond of the Dark Arts, and most of them were followers of Lord Voldemort, the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time.

Their mother, Walburga, blasted Sirius's face from the tapestry.

She also had an older brother, Regulus. He was different from Sirius, and followed his family's traditions. Selene knew him, but he died when she was only four, her father also died the same year, leaving just her and her mother.

A few years earlier, Voldemort was vanquished by an infant Harry Potter, who became known as the 'Boy Who Lived', after he murdered Harry's parents and failed to murder the child.

Selene, however, was sort of a look-alike to her brother Sirius. Like him, she detested the Dark Arts and her family's pure-blood mania, and was sort of mischievous. And Walburga disliked her daughter as much as she disliked Sirius, which made Selene often feel lonely.

"Mistress Selene."

Selene looked around, her attention turning away from the tapestry. Kreacher, the Black Family's house-elf was standing near the doorway, wearing his signature grim look.

"What is it now, Kreacher?" Selene groaned, scratching her dark brown hair.

"It's time for lunch, it's past noon." Kreacher said.

Selene rolled her eyes in irritation. It has always been like this ever since her mother had died a month ago. She was now an orphan, now left alone in Grimmauld Place with no family, just her and the house-elf. She felt more lonely than ever, but obeyed Kreacher anyway.

Because those were one of her mother's final requests as she lay on her deathbed.

Selene wanted to get out of the house so bad, she hated it so much there, she wanted to have real friends and a loving family who would cherish her deeply.

Meals at Grimmauld Place was one of the many things that Selene wasn't fond of, she just sat there on the table, alone, as she ate like an aristocrat while Kreacher would proceed to continue doing the household chores.

During the rest of the afternoon, Selene would stay in her gloomy bedroom, finding many ways to entertain herself. Reading books, playing Wizarding board games by herself.