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Title: It Is Over.
Rating: PG
Characters: Narcissa Black-Malfoy, Andromeda Black-Tonks
Word Count: 462
Summary: Narcissa pays a visit to the family cemetery, and finds that her other sister has as well.
Warnings: Some DH-spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, I just play with them a lot.
The light filtered across the small graveyard, lighting up the stones one by one. Some were worn to the point where the letters were no longer visible, but the further in the light went, the more legible the writing became. The very last one, standing on a plot that was meant to hold two more gravestones, was painfully new, the grass pale as only new growth could be.
Narcissa Black-Malfoy knelt down on that new grass, her white robes no doubt becoming stained. She reached out to touch the cold stone, her fingers tracing the carved letters with a reverence that nothing else in her life could garner. “You would be so ashamed,” she murmured, “that you lost to that woman… that she killed you like that. It was not how you were meant to go, my sister, and I could not believe my eyes when you fell.”
The grave had been forbidden by the Ministry of Magic. All Death Eaters were to have been burned; their ashes buried somewhere where no one would be able to visit. Narcissa, suspecting that such a thing would occur, had stolen her sister’s body away the moment she had been able to. It was enough that she had died for an unworthy cause; being unable to have a grave for her would have been too much to bear.
A stick cracking alerted Narcissa to the presence of another. “Of course you’re here,” the other woman murmured, tossing back her hood as she stepped into the light, revealing a face much like the one of the woman who was buried in the ground. The only real difference was her eyes, they were much more gentle. “You would have been the one to save her body.”
“Would you rather she was burned and placed somewhere that we would never know?” Narcissa snapped. “Would you be the one to stand aside and let them take her? I know you are different, Andromeda, but not even you could stand for that.”
Andromeda placed a hand on Narcissa’s trembling shoulder, squeezing gently. “Not even I could stand for that, even knowing of all that she had done.” There was a sorrow in her voice that Narcissa could never understand. Bellatrix was their sister, but Andromeda had also lost her husband and daughter during the war.
“It will stop now,” Narcissa whispered, leaning her forehead against the cold stone. “The dying… it is over, Andy, and we will not have to endure it again.” Tears fell from her eyes as she thought of her sister as she had been when they were children, before ideas had warped and twisted her into the woman so many had come to hate.
“It is,” Andromeda agreed, kneeling beside her younger sister. “It is over.”
Title: Day To Themselves
Rating: R, just to be safe.
Characters: Bellatrix/Narcissa Black, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange
Word Count: 1,600
Summary: The Christmas before they are to marry their respective betrothed, Bellatrix and Narcissa take a day to themselves...
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, I just play with them a lot. Oh - and there's femmeslash and incest in this story, so if that offends you, you might not want to read.
Bellatrix was silent as she crept into the room, knowing that a loud noise would bring her mother crashing through the halls. The last thing that she wanted was another day spent looking at wedding dresses and things of the like with that horrible woman. She had plans for today that did not involve anything related to weddings, nor her betrothed, who was no doubt still snoring in the guest room her mother had told her he could sleep in over the holidays. It was positively the worst way to spend Christmas that Bellatrix could think of.
Sitting up in the bed, her icy blue eyes shimmering in the faint early morning light, was Bellatrix's youngest sister, Narcissa. She was dressed in light blue robes, pale blonde hair caught back by a golden clasp that Bellatrix had given her several years ago as a birthday present. She tilted her head to one side when Bellatrix stopped short of the bed, entranced by the sight of the young woman. "Are we going?" Narcissa mouthed silently, knowing as well as Bellatrix that the slightest noise would wake their mother.
"Of course," Bellatrix mouthed back, stepping forward to take her sister's hand. The warmth of that slender hand quieted the turmoil that had started up in Bellatrix's head, making it easier to focus on the place she was Apparating to. She squeezed Narcissa's hand as she turned on the spot, whirling into darkness and pressure that vanished almost as soon as it had begun. The dimness of Narcissa's bedroom was replaced by the brightening streets of London in front of the Leaky Cauldron.
Narcissa released Bellatrix's hand, taking a deep breath of the cold December air. "It is wonderful to be free!" she declared, eyes shining like they hadn't for months. "I thought that we would never be able to get away, even for a few moments."
"I knew we would," Bellatrix said, smoothing out her dark purple robes. "There was not a chance that I would spend another hour trapped in a room with mother while Rodolphus and Lucius hovered nearby, smirking at each other over their prizes." She snorted, tossing her head angrily.
"I am surprised that you have not given them a piece of your mind yet." Narcissa opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron, nose crinkling at the smell of stale alcohol that wafted out as she did. "Someday this place might actually smell more pleasant."
"Unlikely." Bellatrix nodded stiffly to the barkeep as they swept through the room. The only patrons currently in were people who had nodded off the night before, one man snoring in a puddle of what Bellatrix was sure had to be vomit. "That one is surely a Mudblood," she noted to Narcissa.
"Or our father," Narcissa said bitterly. "Though I doubt he would settle for the Leaky Cauldron."
"Point." She stepped aside as Narcissa drew out out her wand to tap the brick wall, a smile playing across her lips.
Once the wall had opened Narcissa reached her hand back for Bellatrix's. "Why are you smiling like that?" she asked, her hand still extended.
"Because I'm about to spend an entire day with my beautiful Cissy," Bellatrix murmured, taking Narcissa's hand and kissing it lightly. She frowned as the sunlight caught the diamond engagement ring that Lucius had placed on Narcissa's hand. It was the only part of Narcissa that was, in Bellatrix's mind, flawed.
Seeing the look on her sister's face, Narcissa slipped the ring off of her finger and tucked it into a pocket, sighing as she did. "It feels like a terrible weight more often that not," Narcissa confided as she twined her arm with Bellatrix's and started into the Alley. "Feeling that today would completely ruin the purpose." Before Bellatrix knew it, the blonde had also slipped off her engagement ring, placing it in the same pocket as her own. "Now no one has to know that we are engaged today. It can be just like it always was." She flashed Bellatrix a beautiful smile, her icy eyes thawing as they so rarely did. "Right, Bella?"
"Right, Cissy," Bellatrix agreed.
"Go and find them," Lucius Malfoy said in a mimicking voice, sweeping his long white-blonde hair over his shoulder. "As if I were some little child to be commanded about!"
Rodolphus Lestrange rolled his eyes. "Yet here you are, doing exactly as you were told," he pointed out. "I highly doubt that you would ever disobey our future mother-in-law. I don't think that anyone has ever told Druella Black no. Now stop whining like a spoiled little boy and look around. The sooner we find our willful brides-to-be, the sooner we can go back and have Christmas dinner."
Lucius gave Rodolphus what could only be called a sulking glare, crossing his arms across his chest. "Let's look in Knockturn Alley," he suggested. "Bellatrix has a fascination with the Dark Arts after all."
"That she does." The two easily made their way through Diagon Alley, the normal crowds thinned considerably by the Christmas holiday, to find that Knockturn Alley was even less crowded. "But what makes you think that they would even be here?" Rodolphus asked, frowning as a pair of men stumbled past, singing a Christmas carol terribly off key. "Surely they have more class than to come here with all of the drunks and Mudbloods who have nowhere better to go." They passed Borgin & Burkes, the busiest shop on the street, which did not have either of the Black sisters inside. "You see? They're probably not even here."
Making a strangled noise, his gray eyes huge, Lucius grabbed Rodolphus and spun him so that he was peering into one of many smaller alleys that ran off of Knockturn. "Glad to see you found them," Rodolphus muttered, unable to believe his eyes. True, he had always known that there were rumors about Bellatrix and Narcissa and what they did together, but he hadn't actually believed them. And even if he had, then he had thought those... desires had been left behind when the two had become engaged to himself and Lucius.
In the darkest corner of the alley, visible only because of the paleness of their skin and Narcissa's hair, were the sisters. Bellatrix had Narcissa pressed up to the wall, one hand under the blonde's robes, their mouths pressed together. The moans that drifted to Lucius and Rodolphus's said clear as day that the two were more than enjoying themselves. "She never made that sound with me," Lucius growled, starting forward. "And she is supposed to be mine."
Bellatrix must have heard, for she turned before Lucius was within ten feet, her wand held loosely in her right hand. "Well, well," she murmured, dark eyes flashing. "Looks like the boys got bored at home with mother and came to find us."
"What are you doing, Bellatrix?" Rodolphus hissed, stepping forward to stand with the trembling Lucius, placing a restraining hand on the younger man's shoulder.
"Isn't is obvious, Lestrange?" Bellatrix drawled, tracing a damp finger across her lips. "I'm spending a day with my sister. The best day I've had in a long time, as a matter of fact."
"Yes," Narcissa agreed, sliding her arms around Bellatrix's waist to smirk at Lucius. Her eyes were smoldering, something that only served to fuel Lucius's anger, for he had never seen her eyes be anything except icy. "So you two should run along home to mother and continue planning the weddings that neither of us want. But you know how it is, purebloods marry purebloods, and the two of you are exactly what will keep our mother from throttling us in our sleep."
Rodolphus blinked, anger building up at the sight of his future wife being felt up by none other than her younger sister. Some men might have found it erotic, but all Rodolphus could see was a woman he viewed as exclusively his, practically bought and paid for, with someone else. "You will stop what you are doing right now. Or else I will make you," he threatened, pulling out his own wand. There was no way that he was going to allow this to continue.
"Please, Lestrange," Bellatrix said, rolling her eyes. "I know all of the same curses as you, and I'm faster as well. So do as my sister said and go back to the manor. We'll be back eventually, to play our parts. But don't for a moment think that you have any control over our choices." Laughing, the two Apparated before Rodolphus and Lucius could get any closer.
"I hate that woman!" Lucius shouted, capturing Rodolphus's feelings to a tee.
"That was brilliant, Bella," Narcissa said a few minutes later, laughing. "The look on their faces... oh Bella, I love you."
"And I you, Cissy," Bellatrix returned, touching Narcissa's cheek. She was so beautiful like this, her face wild and unguarded, her eyes shimmering brightly. Malfoy will never have her like this, Bellatrix thought smugly. Only me. "Let's stay away for the next few days, just us, without any of them." She slid her wand away, hands going around Narcissa's waist. "Please, we may never have the chance again. It'll be our last Christmas together." She kissed Narcissa gently, the familiar taste washing over it as it always did, no matter how many times she did it.
"Only for you, Bella," Narcissa murmured, resting her forehead in the hollow of Bellatrix's neck. "I'll spend all of holiday with you, if you want. Let Malfoy and Lestrange deal with mother."
"Yes, let them."
Rating: PG
Characters: Narcissa Black-Malfoy, Andromeda Black-Tonks
Word Count: 462
Summary: Narcissa pays a visit to the family cemetery, and finds that her other sister has as well.
Warnings: Some DH-spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, I just play with them a lot.
The light filtered across the small graveyard, lighting up the stones one by one. Some were worn to the point where the letters were no longer visible, but the further in the light went, the more legible the writing became. The very last one, standing on a plot that was meant to hold two more gravestones, was painfully new, the grass pale as only new growth could be.
Narcissa Black-Malfoy knelt down on that new grass, her white robes no doubt becoming stained. She reached out to touch the cold stone, her fingers tracing the carved letters with a reverence that nothing else in her life could garner. “You would be so ashamed,” she murmured, “that you lost to that woman… that she killed you like that. It was not how you were meant to go, my sister, and I could not believe my eyes when you fell.”
The grave had been forbidden by the Ministry of Magic. All Death Eaters were to have been burned; their ashes buried somewhere where no one would be able to visit. Narcissa, suspecting that such a thing would occur, had stolen her sister’s body away the moment she had been able to. It was enough that she had died for an unworthy cause; being unable to have a grave for her would have been too much to bear.
A stick cracking alerted Narcissa to the presence of another. “Of course you’re here,” the other woman murmured, tossing back her hood as she stepped into the light, revealing a face much like the one of the woman who was buried in the ground. The only real difference was her eyes, they were much more gentle. “You would have been the one to save her body.”
“Would you rather she was burned and placed somewhere that we would never know?” Narcissa snapped. “Would you be the one to stand aside and let them take her? I know you are different, Andromeda, but not even you could stand for that.”
Andromeda placed a hand on Narcissa’s trembling shoulder, squeezing gently. “Not even I could stand for that, even knowing of all that she had done.” There was a sorrow in her voice that Narcissa could never understand. Bellatrix was their sister, but Andromeda had also lost her husband and daughter during the war.
“It will stop now,” Narcissa whispered, leaning her forehead against the cold stone. “The dying… it is over, Andy, and we will not have to endure it again.” Tears fell from her eyes as she thought of her sister as she had been when they were children, before ideas had warped and twisted her into the woman so many had come to hate.
“It is,” Andromeda agreed, kneeling beside her younger sister. “It is over.”
Title: Day To Themselves
Rating: R, just to be safe.
Characters: Bellatrix/Narcissa Black, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange
Word Count: 1,600
Summary: The Christmas before they are to marry their respective betrothed, Bellatrix and Narcissa take a day to themselves...
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, I just play with them a lot. Oh - and there's femmeslash and incest in this story, so if that offends you, you might not want to read.
Bellatrix was silent as she crept into the room, knowing that a loud noise would bring her mother crashing through the halls. The last thing that she wanted was another day spent looking at wedding dresses and things of the like with that horrible woman. She had plans for today that did not involve anything related to weddings, nor her betrothed, who was no doubt still snoring in the guest room her mother had told her he could sleep in over the holidays. It was positively the worst way to spend Christmas that Bellatrix could think of.
Sitting up in the bed, her icy blue eyes shimmering in the faint early morning light, was Bellatrix's youngest sister, Narcissa. She was dressed in light blue robes, pale blonde hair caught back by a golden clasp that Bellatrix had given her several years ago as a birthday present. She tilted her head to one side when Bellatrix stopped short of the bed, entranced by the sight of the young woman. "Are we going?" Narcissa mouthed silently, knowing as well as Bellatrix that the slightest noise would wake their mother.
"Of course," Bellatrix mouthed back, stepping forward to take her sister's hand. The warmth of that slender hand quieted the turmoil that had started up in Bellatrix's head, making it easier to focus on the place she was Apparating to. She squeezed Narcissa's hand as she turned on the spot, whirling into darkness and pressure that vanished almost as soon as it had begun. The dimness of Narcissa's bedroom was replaced by the brightening streets of London in front of the Leaky Cauldron.
Narcissa released Bellatrix's hand, taking a deep breath of the cold December air. "It is wonderful to be free!" she declared, eyes shining like they hadn't for months. "I thought that we would never be able to get away, even for a few moments."
"I knew we would," Bellatrix said, smoothing out her dark purple robes. "There was not a chance that I would spend another hour trapped in a room with mother while Rodolphus and Lucius hovered nearby, smirking at each other over their prizes." She snorted, tossing her head angrily.
"I am surprised that you have not given them a piece of your mind yet." Narcissa opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron, nose crinkling at the smell of stale alcohol that wafted out as she did. "Someday this place might actually smell more pleasant."
"Unlikely." Bellatrix nodded stiffly to the barkeep as they swept through the room. The only patrons currently in were people who had nodded off the night before, one man snoring in a puddle of what Bellatrix was sure had to be vomit. "That one is surely a Mudblood," she noted to Narcissa.
"Or our father," Narcissa said bitterly. "Though I doubt he would settle for the Leaky Cauldron."
"Point." She stepped aside as Narcissa drew out out her wand to tap the brick wall, a smile playing across her lips.
Once the wall had opened Narcissa reached her hand back for Bellatrix's. "Why are you smiling like that?" she asked, her hand still extended.
"Because I'm about to spend an entire day with my beautiful Cissy," Bellatrix murmured, taking Narcissa's hand and kissing it lightly. She frowned as the sunlight caught the diamond engagement ring that Lucius had placed on Narcissa's hand. It was the only part of Narcissa that was, in Bellatrix's mind, flawed.
Seeing the look on her sister's face, Narcissa slipped the ring off of her finger and tucked it into a pocket, sighing as she did. "It feels like a terrible weight more often that not," Narcissa confided as she twined her arm with Bellatrix's and started into the Alley. "Feeling that today would completely ruin the purpose." Before Bellatrix knew it, the blonde had also slipped off her engagement ring, placing it in the same pocket as her own. "Now no one has to know that we are engaged today. It can be just like it always was." She flashed Bellatrix a beautiful smile, her icy eyes thawing as they so rarely did. "Right, Bella?"
"Right, Cissy," Bellatrix agreed.
"Go and find them," Lucius Malfoy said in a mimicking voice, sweeping his long white-blonde hair over his shoulder. "As if I were some little child to be commanded about!"
Rodolphus Lestrange rolled his eyes. "Yet here you are, doing exactly as you were told," he pointed out. "I highly doubt that you would ever disobey our future mother-in-law. I don't think that anyone has ever told Druella Black no. Now stop whining like a spoiled little boy and look around. The sooner we find our willful brides-to-be, the sooner we can go back and have Christmas dinner."
Lucius gave Rodolphus what could only be called a sulking glare, crossing his arms across his chest. "Let's look in Knockturn Alley," he suggested. "Bellatrix has a fascination with the Dark Arts after all."
"That she does." The two easily made their way through Diagon Alley, the normal crowds thinned considerably by the Christmas holiday, to find that Knockturn Alley was even less crowded. "But what makes you think that they would even be here?" Rodolphus asked, frowning as a pair of men stumbled past, singing a Christmas carol terribly off key. "Surely they have more class than to come here with all of the drunks and Mudbloods who have nowhere better to go." They passed Borgin & Burkes, the busiest shop on the street, which did not have either of the Black sisters inside. "You see? They're probably not even here."
Making a strangled noise, his gray eyes huge, Lucius grabbed Rodolphus and spun him so that he was peering into one of many smaller alleys that ran off of Knockturn. "Glad to see you found them," Rodolphus muttered, unable to believe his eyes. True, he had always known that there were rumors about Bellatrix and Narcissa and what they did together, but he hadn't actually believed them. And even if he had, then he had thought those... desires had been left behind when the two had become engaged to himself and Lucius.
In the darkest corner of the alley, visible only because of the paleness of their skin and Narcissa's hair, were the sisters. Bellatrix had Narcissa pressed up to the wall, one hand under the blonde's robes, their mouths pressed together. The moans that drifted to Lucius and Rodolphus's said clear as day that the two were more than enjoying themselves. "She never made that sound with me," Lucius growled, starting forward. "And she is supposed to be mine."
Bellatrix must have heard, for she turned before Lucius was within ten feet, her wand held loosely in her right hand. "Well, well," she murmured, dark eyes flashing. "Looks like the boys got bored at home with mother and came to find us."
"What are you doing, Bellatrix?" Rodolphus hissed, stepping forward to stand with the trembling Lucius, placing a restraining hand on the younger man's shoulder.
"Isn't is obvious, Lestrange?" Bellatrix drawled, tracing a damp finger across her lips. "I'm spending a day with my sister. The best day I've had in a long time, as a matter of fact."
"Yes," Narcissa agreed, sliding her arms around Bellatrix's waist to smirk at Lucius. Her eyes were smoldering, something that only served to fuel Lucius's anger, for he had never seen her eyes be anything except icy. "So you two should run along home to mother and continue planning the weddings that neither of us want. But you know how it is, purebloods marry purebloods, and the two of you are exactly what will keep our mother from throttling us in our sleep."
Rodolphus blinked, anger building up at the sight of his future wife being felt up by none other than her younger sister. Some men might have found it erotic, but all Rodolphus could see was a woman he viewed as exclusively his, practically bought and paid for, with someone else. "You will stop what you are doing right now. Or else I will make you," he threatened, pulling out his own wand. There was no way that he was going to allow this to continue.
"Please, Lestrange," Bellatrix said, rolling her eyes. "I know all of the same curses as you, and I'm faster as well. So do as my sister said and go back to the manor. We'll be back eventually, to play our parts. But don't for a moment think that you have any control over our choices." Laughing, the two Apparated before Rodolphus and Lucius could get any closer.
"I hate that woman!" Lucius shouted, capturing Rodolphus's feelings to a tee.
"That was brilliant, Bella," Narcissa said a few minutes later, laughing. "The look on their faces... oh Bella, I love you."
"And I you, Cissy," Bellatrix returned, touching Narcissa's cheek. She was so beautiful like this, her face wild and unguarded, her eyes shimmering brightly. Malfoy will never have her like this, Bellatrix thought smugly. Only me. "Let's stay away for the next few days, just us, without any of them." She slid her wand away, hands going around Narcissa's waist. "Please, we may never have the chance again. It'll be our last Christmas together." She kissed Narcissa gently, the familiar taste washing over it as it always did, no matter how many times she did it.
"Only for you, Bella," Narcissa murmured, resting her forehead in the hollow of Bellatrix's neck. "I'll spend all of holiday with you, if you want. Let Malfoy and Lestrange deal with mother."
"Yes, let them."