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PUREBLOOD PARENTS:

Cygnus Black →

Andromeda's father imposed himself without offending. He could command attention when he wanted to and remain observant and allow others to claim the floor. As a young girl, Andromeda was intrigued by her father's presence but she got a sense of personal affection from him. However, that never surprised her, coming from a culture built on self-centred principles. What her father did do was encourage her drive to learn. He handed her books without a word, yet she always felt there was a kind of affection in the small action.

Of anyone in her family she secretly hoped would accept her desire to marry Ted, it was her father. So his reaction came as the hardest blow to her confidence. On a few words and a look that spoke volumes of how far she fell in seconds in his eyes. After that, she was too distracted by the abuse of her sister and mother to register her father anymore, and later walking away to never return. She knows nothing of her father's current position in life and only wonders about him in very rare moments.

Druella Rosier →

Andromeda never knew maternal love or affection unless it served the woman a purpose in front of others. As a the middle child, bookish and less likely to disobey, Andromeda observed Druella's potential for cruelty in her confrontations with Bellatrix or a snide comment directed at Narcissa. When her mother did find reason to turn harshness Andromeda's way, she learnt to expect and prepare for it. Her mother did educate her daughter in how to shield her emotions and reject any path that didn't align with her own.

Charlus Potter, deceased, aged 77 (Richard Gere)

The Potter patriarch, before his death, was incredibly warm and loving despite everything that'd happened in his life. An only child, he was born in 1890 to one Matthew Potter and Harriet Flint. He had what could be described as only a typical pureblood upbringing during the time, especially for a pureblood family with incredible wealth such as the Potters. At age eleven, he entered Hogwarts and became a Gryffindor just as the many Potters before him, ultimately playing as a Chaser and a Beater on the House team and being part of two championship teams during his time there. Charlus excelled at Charms, Ancient Runes, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Alchemy, not having too much of a fondness for Transfiguration despite getting Es in the subject.

In his sixth year, he was engaged to a third year Ravenclaw, one Isabella Nott. The two were friendly with each other, Isabella being incredibly shy with her fiance while Charlus simply wanted not to hurt the much younger girl, but they grew more comfortable together as she aged. While waiting for Isabella to graduate from Hogwarts, Charlus worked as an Auror, not taking the job too seriously since he already had a fortune to his name. The two married in 1911 and she soon became pregnant with a girl.

Both Isabella and their unnamed daughter died during the birth.

No matter how Harriet and Matthew attempted to comfort their son, he was not hearing it. He'd grown fond of his wife, loved her despite not being in love with her, and seeing her youth waste away with their daughter's silence was enough to harden Charlus just that much. When the time came, he participated in World War I, part of the secret Wizard-Muggle unit put together by the Ministry and the MI6 to combat the central powers. He came out with little injury but a still broken heart, a traumatized psyche, and a love of staying at home for quiet nights. His mother, bless her, tried to help him by finding her twenty-eight year old son another wife.

There were talks with the Selwyn family, for Charlus to wed the freshly widowed Agatha Selwyn as her newly deceased husband has been in the same unit as Charlus, but there was too much there. Too much animosity combined with resentment, with too little attractive to even make it work in the hateful sense. A year of trying, and the two broke off the notion of engagement before their parents could say otherwise. By the year 1935, Charlus was suddenly offered up to the Black family as well, this time as the husband for a very young, soon-to-graduate Cedrella Black. To be forty-five with an eighteen year old wife was any man's dream but she reminded him too much of Isabella and it hurt more than helped heal.

It didn't help that she ran away with Septimus Weasley and was burned off the Black family tree because of it.

Or, well, it helped quite a bit because he truly was not interested in her. Instead, he'd caught the attention of one Dorea Black, Cedrella's cousin, three years younger. She was fifteen, pale, blonde, full of life like he couldn't remember appreciating. And she was so elegant, and forceful, everything a Black woman was supposed to be, but also intelligent, just as much ambitious as a Slytherin was supposed to be besides just aspiring to be rich. Dorea, his gift, quickly took his heart. And it took very little convincing of his old classmate Cygnus for him to have her hand in marriage when she was of age. At forty-five, Charlus was as respectable a wizard as any, with a fortune well-managed and steadily growing, and actually had genuine love for his daughter, something that the practical Cygnus wasn't all too worried for but did have his daughter incredibly happy and that was something he liked.

They married in 1940, but with a second World War looming over their heads there was little to be said for their so-called honeymoon years.

Parents

Anastacia has always love her parents and looked up to them. Thomas and Marilyn Dolohov are the type of parents who push their children and expect a lot, but normally properly reward them for a job well done. Thomas always treated Anastacia as his little princess, spoiling her to no end and letting her get away with almost anything. Marilyn saw Anastacia as a mini version of herself and trained Anastacia in the old pureblood ways. Marilyn taught her about the proper way to talk to other purebloods, how to behave at society events, and the proper people to be around. Marilyn always worried about appearances and not about finding herself a job. She believed that raising both her children into proper members of pureblood society was a job. Thomas worked in the Ministry as a high ranking official but quit when Tony was born and started working more with property dealings. He trained Tony to take over the business and manage money.

Headcanon | Family

Family always seemed like a strange concept to Regulus. In the times that he spoke of it, the word rolled off his tongue in a completely foreign sensation; as if he had suddenly realized that he had been carrying on an entire conversation in Portuguese. 

Family. 

Regulus had a family, estranged though they may be. Come to think of it, he hadn't spoken to most of them in years- the majority of them still presumed him a corpse rotting at the bottom of a lake. In complete and utter honesty, he wasn't too keen on correcting that presumption any time soon. 

Though the onyx-eyed Wizard was long past the point of moving out of his childhood home, he could still sharply remember the way it had been, when he had still been a child under the roof of Grimmauld Place. He could remember the turbulent, rebellious wildfire that had been his elder brother, could still remember how Sirius had grown from his prankster sibling to an alienated man, his likeness having been scorched from the family tree to seal his scandalous disregard for what was considered the right way, the only way to do things.

The younger Black son could still recall the tense, thick silence, broken often by the incensed shrieking of his dear mother, Walburga Black. He could still picture the stiff and formal dinners, held in utter reticence, not one soul moving from their assigned seat until Orion Black deigned to retire to his study. Though in the eyes of society, and in the few unchangeable traditions upheld in their household, Orion appeared to be the head of that particular branch in the House of Black; those astute enough to look closely and notice realized that Orion, when in appearance, served merely as a puppet for the true commanding force- namely, Walburga.

Unsurprisingly, Orion Black preferred to stay out of sight in his study, only venturing out when he was needed for show, or to mete out some sort of punishment to his sons when his wife was far too busy. Likewise, Regulus, being the 'spare' son, could for a time also afford to keep to himself- while Sirius still lived under the roof of Grimmauld Place, most of Walburga's time and energy was dedicated to the never-ending battle of differences with her eldest son, leaving Regulus to curl up in the library for hours on end.