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Title: Untitled
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Narcissa Black Malfoy/Bellatrix Black Lestrange
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowlings', not mine.
Notes: Written in 60 minutes for the challenge posted in 'contrelamontre' on the 6th of October.
Narcissa leaned up against Bellatrix in the shadows, listening intently, hoping their father wouldn't realise that they were eavesdropping.
She could hear Father screaming at Andromeda, and squeezed her eyes shut. She hated raised voices.
"How could you?!"
She felt Bellatrix's warm palm on her shoulder and relaxed slightly. It was okay, her sister was there.
"Disloyalty is something I will not tolerate!"
She sighed, willing for the noise to stop. She wanted to run upstairs to her room, or at least stop listening, but she couldn't.. she needed to hear what happened.
"Get out of my house!"
She heard Bella's gasp, the slam of the door as Andromeda walked out - probably to be with her Mudblood boyfriend - her father's mutters as he stormed up the stairs.
Tears trickled down her nose - how she hated crying! - and her sister drew her into a hug and kissed her. A shiver went up and down Narcissa's spine.
"I love you, Bellatrix."
...
Narcissa winced as she heard her husbands' yells from behind the door of his study. Some poor Death Eater on the lower end of the hierachy - Narcissa rolled her eyes - had dared to disobey Lucius. The elegant woman almost felt sorry for the Death Eater.
She rubbed her temples and sat down at the desk in her room. She really could not stand loud noises. She needed to distract herself somehow.
"How could you?!"
She hated her husband's tendency to throw temper tantrums - He was worse than her son had been as a baby.
"Disloyalty is something I will not tolerate!"
She opened the desk's drawer and, from beneath books and letters, drew out a small newspaper clipping. A woman's sunken, hollow face stared out at her.
"Get out of my house!"
She heard the Death Eater's hurried steps as he left the Manor, heard her husband throw something at the wall - probably something expensive - and the whispers of the two houseelves' in the corridor outside.
Narcissa blinked several times, trying to keep the tears from spilling out over her cheeks as she prssed her lips to the piece of paper.
"I love you, Bellatrix."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Narcissa Black Malfoy/Bellatrix Black Lestrange
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowlings', not mine.
Notes: Written in 60 minutes for the challenge posted in 'contrelamontre' on the 6th of October.
Narcissa leaned up against Bellatrix in the shadows, listening intently, hoping their father wouldn't realise that they were eavesdropping.
She could hear Father screaming at Andromeda, and squeezed her eyes shut. She hated raised voices.
"How could you?!"
She felt Bellatrix's warm palm on her shoulder and relaxed slightly. It was okay, her sister was there.
"Disloyalty is something I will not tolerate!"
She sighed, willing for the noise to stop. She wanted to run upstairs to her room, or at least stop listening, but she couldn't.. she needed to hear what happened.
"Get out of my house!"
She heard Bella's gasp, the slam of the door as Andromeda walked out - probably to be with her Mudblood boyfriend - her father's mutters as he stormed up the stairs.
Tears trickled down her nose - how she hated crying! - and her sister drew her into a hug and kissed her. A shiver went up and down Narcissa's spine.
"I love you, Bellatrix."
...
Narcissa winced as she heard her husbands' yells from behind the door of his study. Some poor Death Eater on the lower end of the hierachy - Narcissa rolled her eyes - had dared to disobey Lucius. The elegant woman almost felt sorry for the Death Eater.
She rubbed her temples and sat down at the desk in her room. She really could not stand loud noises. She needed to distract herself somehow.
"How could you?!"
She hated her husband's tendency to throw temper tantrums - He was worse than her son had been as a baby.
"Disloyalty is something I will not tolerate!"
She opened the desk's drawer and, from beneath books and letters, drew out a small newspaper clipping. A woman's sunken, hollow face stared out at her.
"Get out of my house!"
She heard the Death Eater's hurried steps as he left the Manor, heard her husband throw something at the wall - probably something expensive - and the whispers of the two houseelves' in the corridor outside.
Narcissa blinked several times, trying to keep the tears from spilling out over her cheeks as she prssed her lips to the piece of paper.
"I love you, Bellatrix."