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Pure: Prologue {This Twisted Fairytale}
They sat quietly- patiently. They were nothing alike, and yet everything, down to the last upturned nose and the limp, devil-may-care, ragdoll-like grace with which they walked, was the same.
They were the sisters Black.
The eldest, Bellatrix, was sprawled across the entirety of the white, alarmingly perfect sofa, not a care in the world as she stared at everything and nothing with those dark, heavily lined eyes. She wore a deep purple shadow that gave her the appearance of someone much older- more experienced. Her long, raven-black hair fell down to her midriff, with choppy bangs that fell haphazardly into her eyes- her eyes that were a violent shade of violet, as cold and dark as death.
The Beauty that loved the Beast.
Andromeda, the middle sister, was seated politely on one cushion, her ankles crossed. At first glance, one might mistake her for her older sister- the bone structure of their faces was almost identical. However, something was always missing- her eyes were softer, kinder, almost. But not quite.
The Sleeping Beauty who would wake too late.
The third and youngest sister, Narcissa, was positioned on the arm of the same sofa, leaning against Andromeda's shoulder lazily. She looked nothing at all like either of her sisters, but if pressed, the ice in her eyes suggested that she would inherit minor traits of the eldest. She had long, silvery-blonde hair that fell just below her tiny ribcage and cascaded across her face to the right in long, pristine layers. She had cold, sapphire eyes that could see through even the pettiest secrets- nothing was hidden from Narcissa, even at the tender age of seven.
She would be the fairest of them all.
Their lineage was pure and proud- the name Black was revered and unstained by the bad blood that had corrupted the Wizarding World in the eyes of their ancestors.
They would live a life of blood and ashes, of traitors and heroes- it would become impossible to tell which was which. Thousands would be murdered during the rise of a man who was too far gone to be a man and still too human to be dubbed a monster. And they would be his servants and the name Black would be forever written in blue blood.
They were the aristocracy.
But who, of the three, would become queen?
Who, of the three, would become a traitor and who would become woven into an obsessive, eternally unrequited love that would be her demise?
Theirs is a tale interwoven with duplicity and ancestral rivalries- the tale of the blue-blooded Wizarding family whose name was anything but pure.