the_debt_of_time

"What the hell am I supposed to do with him?" Sirius demanded, gesturing to the
elf with his hands while staring at his friend and cousin in horror.
Remus shrugged. "Give him an order and make him stop?"
"Kreacher, shut up!" Sirius snapped loudly.
The elf immediately quieted, but Sirius's shouting had awakened Walburga's
portrait. The curtains surrounding her painting flew wide open, and her hateful face turned
immediately to Sirius.
"You! Stain of dishonour on the House of my father! Wretched, traitorous boy! No son of mine!"
"Fucking hell." Sirius gaped at her, suddenly feeling all of sixteen again as she
shrieked her disappointment at him.
"Bringing filth into this house! Scum! Creatures of dirt!"
"Nice to see you too, Mrs Black," Remus muttered sarcastically.
"How dare you step foot back in this house!"
Sirius glared at her. "Wasn't my first choice of living arrangements, believe
me, Mother. But as you can see, I am back, here to further ruin your bloody Noble and
Ancient House."
"Wretched boy! Traitorous boy! My poor Regulus was the last Noble son of this House. He died
pure while you were out ruining our name by―"
"Fucking the blood-traitor daughter of Dorea Potter?" Sirius interjected with a
menacing grin.
"HOW DARE YOU―"
Remus flicked his wand quickly and the curtains closed over the portrait, silencing
the painting.
"Wow." Sirius stared pleasantly. "Just close the curtain, and she goes away. Why
couldn't we have installed this years ago?"
"Fucking the blood-traitor daughter of Dorea Potter?" Remus repeated in an
incredulous tone, a look of disapproval on his face.
Sirius barked a laugh, feeling the rush of adrenaline following confronting his
mother pushing through his blood. "Did you see how angry she got? Merlin, that felt good.
Vulgar, I know, but I had to get it out of my system before everyone else shows up.
Speaking of which, is there a way to get the portrait down or at least permanently silenced?