Back in Grimmauld Place, Orion sat at the massive wooden desk, going through the papers with focused intensity. Walburga stepped into the room, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Why are you here?" she asked, her tone sharp but with an underlying edge of curiosity.
Orion glanced up briefly, his cold blue eyes meeting hers. "This is my house, isn't it? Or do you think you're the head of the family now?" His voice was low and controlled.
Walburga stiffened but didn't argue. She knew Orion's authority was impossible to ignore. Her pride faltered in his presence, but she couldn't help noticing how he carried himself. Dressed in formal robes, his movements radiated wealth and power, every inch of him exuding dominance. He was the very definition of control.
She watched as he stood, slipping on his robe with smooth confidence. He was taller than most men, his broad shoulders accentuated by the cut of his robes. Orion Black was a man who owned a room, and Walburga felt both repelled and drawn to him in equal measure.
"So, where are you going?" she asked, unable to hold back.
Orion gave her a brief look, his expression indifferent. "Shut up. I'm high and drunk and not in the mood for your games."
He straightened, adjusting his sleeves with deliberate movements. He wasn't about to reveal his plans to her. Orion was no longer the man who answered to anyone in this house. The family was slipping, and moves had to be made. He would support Abraxas Malfoy at the Wizengamot meeting tonight. Malfoy might have been the old peacock, but even though Orion might hate to admit it he was his best friend and Orion wasn't about to let the so-called Dark Lord ride on the Black family's coattails. He had his own plans now. The time for mourning was over. He was back in the political game.
Turning toward the door, he paused and glanced at the ring on his neck—the wedding ring Vishaka had worn. He kissed it lightly before pulling his cloak tighter around him. Orion Black was ready to reclaim the power that was rightfully the black
At the Wizengamot meeting, Orion Black walked in, his presence commanding attention as usual. As he approached the group of aristocratic pure-bloods gathered around a large table, a voice rang out.
"Orion!" The voice belonged to Abraxas Malfoy, the older, aristocratic patriarch of the Malfoy family. His silver-blonde hair, meticulously groomed, and his sharp, piercing blue eyes gleamed as he offered a cold smile. "What a pleasant surprise."
Orion raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Seriously?" His voice was low, but it carried the weight of authority. He wasn't here to play games.
"Well," Abraxas continued with a smirk, "it's not every day I get to meet the infamous Orion Black, the reclusive idiot known for drowning his sorrows. Are you drunk right now?" Abraxas's tone was teasing, yet there was an edge of mockery in it.
Orion's gaze sharpened, a flicker of anger passing through his eyes, but he contained it. "One, I lost my fucking wife. Or, at least, I thought I did. And two... yes, maybe I am," he replied, his voice steady, though tinged with bitterness.
Abraxas let out a short laugh. "Seriously? I too have gone through the same heartbreak, but I didn't marry another woman just to—"
"Stop right there," Orion cut him off, his tone growing darker. "We aren't married. She wants to become the lady of the house, but she isn't. It's all a ruse created by her father. When I wasn't around to challenge it—" Orion trailed off, his jaw clenching as he relived the frustration of being manipulated.
Abraxas raised his hands in mock surrender. "Steady, Orion. Not drunk, not high on any muggle drugs..." He trailed off with a raised eyebrow.
Orion took a breath, willing himself to calm down. "Fine. I went through a rough patch," he muttered, not wishing to delve deeper.
Abraxas nodded, his expression turning more serious. "So, what's your plan, then? This half-blooded bastard has managed to collect quite the influence."
Orion's lips curled into a cold smile. "Then we show him what he really is—a half-blooded bastard. I want to see the look on my darling uncle's face when he realizes the so-called 'Dark Lord' is someone he despises."
As they entered the meeting room, all eyes were on them. The announcement of their entrance echoed through the room, and a murmur of surprise rippled through the attendees. Orion and Abraxas made their way to their seats, their powerful presence filling the room. Despite their differences, their energy complemented each other perfectly—Orion's raw, unyielding dominance and Abraxas's calculated, aristocratic air. They were a formidable pair.
Orion's eyes scanned the room before settling on Charles Potter, the head of the Potter family, and his cousin's husband. Charles, to his surprise, was staring back at him, wide-eyed. Orion's lips twisted into a thin smile as he acknowledged Charles with a nod. "Potter," he greeted, his voice smooth but carrying an undertone of amusement.
Charles was taken aback, visibly shocked to see Orion Black back in the political game. The room's tension seemed to shift as the Black patriarch's return sent ripples through the assembled pure-bloods.
Orion took his seat with a sense of authority, knowing that his presence alone would shift the dynamics of the meeting.
Orion sat in the waiting room, his thoughts drifting back to a moment from the past.
"My darling..." Orion murmured softly to himself, the memory vivid.
The image of Vishaka surfaced—his wife, strong-willed and fiercely independent. She had been standing between his legs, her long, waist-length hair cascading down her back, wearing nothing but his shirt. As she carefully styled his hair, her fingers brushing through it, he couldn't help but smile at her defiance.
"Orion, no is a no. I'm not playing along. Go to the meeting," Vishaka had said playfully, though the firmness in her voice showed she wasn't about to let him off easily.
He had been sitting on the bed, amused, his gaze locked on her. She, on the other hand, was busy adjusting his hair with a light smile. Despite her tone, he couldn't help but feel a tug of desire.
"One kiss, madam?" he had asked, his hands moving to pull her closer, his touch bold as he grasped her by her ass
"Nope, and don't try anything funny," she had teased, her voice both firm and a hint of desire which Orion quickly caught on.
Orion grinned, not willing to give up. "How can I not, when you look so delicious, madam?" He had hugged her tightly, burying his face in her waist, his warmth pressing into her.
Vishaka had chuckled, shaking her head. "That was a waste of my time and energy. I don't get paid for this, Mr. Black."
"I shall, Mrs. Black," he had replied, his voice thick with intent. With that, he pressed her gently underneath him, the heat of the moment overtaking them both.
He kissed her hard ripping up his shirt before diving in between her legs.
"Ahh jii" vishaka moaned . "Come on darling it's breakfast", Orion lapped her juices up.
In the end, the meeting had been forgotten, delayed by a much more tempting, intimate distraction. Orion hadn't gone to the Wizengamot that day.
Orion was disturbed from his memories by the entry of Albus Dumbledore another guy Orion hates after Voldemort.