Title: Copied

Author: Posy Summer

Email: posyinsummer@hotmail.com

Summary: Bellatrix painted Sirius. Later she goes back to look at it again. (Hinted B/S)

Rating: PG-13

She painted him onto a canvas. Stroke after stroke, imprinting his black onto the cream. The twitch of smile nearly on his lips; Red and Yellow and Blue just covering the base colour. Broad strokes for the forehead, a noble forehead. Detail on the eyes, black pupil, white highlights. It was his eyes, copied. Her hair scraped it, dragging black paint from the hair onto the skin.

Dirty skin. His skin.

The hint of a scar, nearly healed skin. Permanent? Perhaps. It was on the painting. Shadows and light, merging together. Still sharp, but soft. Him, copied.

He sat across from her. All styled hair and perfectly cut suit. She painted him, she copied him. She captured a moment, a time, an emotion.

Still. He sat.

Paint on her fingers, she brushed them across his neck. His skin. Not the painting. Him. Blue and harsh, unnatural against him. Perfect against him. He played with her hair, paint covers the end and then it covered his fingers. He brushed down her cheekbone, black on the pale skin. Deep eyes watch each other. The same eyes.

The same blood.

And she is black. Black like him. He is light. Not her white paint, or chalk, or grey pencil. Not strokes upon a page. Light in the sky. Always in the sky.

And she sits across from him. Across from his painting. Paint now dried. He's now gone. A wand lies at her feet.

A Wand. A sword. A fire. Poison.

She brushes her lips against the paint. No colour comes off, for he is not there. She smiles. She laughs.

She takes a knife and rips the painting. Slit after Slit. The knife upon the black.

Black, copied.

~Fin