Sister Insomnia: Harry Potter Drabble
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Sister Insomnia
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Andromeda/Bellatrix/Narcissa
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: Incest.
Author’s Note: Written for drabble_a_trois challenge #44: All Girl.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
Sister Insomnia
There were many nights when sleep would evade Andromeda Tonks.
She would rise from bed, leaving her husband slumbering alone, one arm stretched over the place she had been. She would stand at the window, looking at the moon and stars and she would feel the call in her blood, the call of her sisters.
Narcissa.
Bellatrix.
In their mansion houses, they too were awake, restless and unfulfilled as Andromeda was. They too were yearning for what was, when they were wild children in tattered finery. Sisters three that danced together, laughing and kissing and spinning in the moonlight.
Title: Sister Insomnia
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Andromeda/Bellatrix/Narcissa
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: Incest.
Author’s Note: Written for drabble_a_trois challenge #44: All Girl.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
Sister Insomnia
There were many nights when sleep would evade Andromeda Tonks.
She would rise from bed, leaving her husband slumbering alone, one arm stretched over the place she had been. She would stand at the window, looking at the moon and stars and she would feel the call in her blood, the call of her sisters.
Narcissa.
Bellatrix.
In their mansion houses, they too were awake, restless and unfulfilled as Andromeda was. They too were yearning for what was, when they were wild children in tattered finery. Sisters three that danced together, laughing and kissing and spinning in the moonlight.