She drifts away from sleep and gazes wonderingly at the shape materializing before her. "Sirius?" she asks, with a mixture of fear and sadness that tastes strangely like joy.
"No, it's me."
"Oh. I see." She closes her eyes again, not wanting to see the pain that always seems to be present now in her younger son's eyes. "Don't mind me. I must be losing my mind."
"I need to borrow Kreacher again."
She wonders for a moment what for, then lets the thought slip away. "Borrow him then," she says, then pauses and adds, "and come home soon."
A/N: Walburga Black, better known as The Shrieking Portrait.
Well, I've decided that this will be the last drabble. Fifty is a nice round number, and I need to close this out to focus on the fic that I apparently need to get out of my system if I ever want to quit Harry Potter fanfic for good.
Thanks to all who read and reviewed. You guys are awesome.