Author's Notes: Written for Forum Birthday Challenge #11 on xoxLewrahxox's Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful forum.
Write a drabble featuring Walburga as a portrait
Sirius ignored the screams of his mother's portrait. He lay his hand on the canvas, dragging his fingers slowly over it.
"Take your hands off me!" Walburga ordered, but he didn't.
"I had hoped when you were dead, I wouldn't have to deal with you any longer," he said, sneering. "Clearly, I was wrong. You're never going to go away, are you?"
"When you went to Azkaban, I was hoping never to see you again, you vile little blood traitor!" Walburga shrieked, but she was silenced when Sirius grabbed the curtains and pulled them over the painting, hiding her from view.