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Title: Burnt Ashes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 273
Notes: Written for cherrychalk who requested a drabble about the Black Sisters
Disclaimer: HP universe belongs to JK Rowling
“Don't you think the family has done enough as it is to remove her from the family?” Narcissa asked with her noise twitching at the smell. Her mouth could taste the burnt smell that filled the garden behind their estate.
Black hair moved with the wind unlike her blond locks with stayed put due to heavy vanity spells place on it. “No,” her sister finally answered her. She took her place next to her sister, like she had always done before. Except it felt empty now that her left side was left with too much space. Space that was always taken by another.
“Her name has already been burned off from the tapestry.” Narcissa reasoned although she knew full well that the argument would fall on deaf ears.“That isn't the only thing that needs to be burned.” Bellatrix said like acid spilled over her ears as she threw in a scarf with their coat of arms into the inferno. “All the things she treasured in this life must burn. Burn like the bridges she has.”
Andromeda had always encouraged Narcissa to learn all she could. Especially about history. As she stood there in front of the flame that almost licked her skin, her mind wandered to what she learned happen once upon a time. Witch hunts where many woman and some men were burned in the stake for selling their souls to the devil or so they were said to have. She wonders which of her sisters would have ended up burn on the stake.
Her sister, Andromeda, for leaving only ashes for a name or Bellatrix for finishing off whatever was left of it.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 273
Notes: Written for cherrychalk who requested a drabble about the Black Sisters
Disclaimer: HP universe belongs to JK Rowling
“Don't you think the family has done enough as it is to remove her from the family?” Narcissa asked with her noise twitching at the smell. Her mouth could taste the burnt smell that filled the garden behind their estate.
Black hair moved with the wind unlike her blond locks with stayed put due to heavy vanity spells place on it. “No,” her sister finally answered her. She took her place next to her sister, like she had always done before. Except it felt empty now that her left side was left with too much space. Space that was always taken by another.
“Her name has already been burned off from the tapestry.” Narcissa reasoned although she knew full well that the argument would fall on deaf ears.“That isn't the only thing that needs to be burned.” Bellatrix said like acid spilled over her ears as she threw in a scarf with their coat of arms into the inferno. “All the things she treasured in this life must burn. Burn like the bridges she has.”
Andromeda had always encouraged Narcissa to learn all she could. Especially about history. As she stood there in front of the flame that almost licked her skin, her mind wandered to what she learned happen once upon a time. Witch hunts where many woman and some men were burned in the stake for selling their souls to the devil or so they were said to have. She wonders which of her sisters would have ended up burn on the stake.
Her sister, Andromeda, for leaving only ashes for a name or Bellatrix for finishing off whatever was left of it.