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There’s a scar on every girl in the Black family. It sits just about the hip bone and follows its line. It's only supposed to be 4 inches long and healed very quickly.
You see, in the mid-1600s there was a myth that any girl that bore this scar would give birth to male children. For a short time, girls would even add mess layers to their gowns so it could be seen by potential suitors. It was a status symbol to have it straight and narrow, and perfectly white. If you moved while the incision was being cut, it would appear jagged and often remain just a touch red for the rest of the girls life.
Bella was very proud of hers and showed it to anyone who would look. It was longer than necessary, about 10 inches, and perfectly white. She could not bear children after one too many times under the wand.
Andy’s was 6 inches and perfect. Druella was ever so pleased. Andy had one child. Her name was Nymphadora.
Narcissa is ashamed of hers. She had been sick the week of the procedure. Though it was straight and only 4 inches, it will always be a little red. Her immune system never fully recovered and she is often sick. Draco, the only male heir, is always slightly sick. Narcissa will never forgive herself for that.
Regulus. He used to add more and more layers to his clothing to hide it. It was excessively long. It nearly wrapped around his whole back. It started far lower than needed and was as gnarled as a tree branch. It looked like he had lost a fight with a werewolf. Or that's what he told anyone stupid enough to ask in the changing rooms. When he received his, Sirius was already defiant and Walburga wanted to ensure the family's “pure” bloodline. Regulus was the last Black to ever receive such a scar.
Sirius never learned about these scars as Orion had deemed it “women’s work”.
The procedure was part of their 10th birthday present.