"Bellatrix, will you please hurry up, your Father is about to disapparate without you" bellowed Druella.
"Coming Mother" replied Bellatrix, slamming her suitcase shut and sliding down the banister.
Druella wearily eyed her 15 year old daughter, awaiting an explanation for why she was half an hour late.
"I'm sorry Mother, you see, Cissy needed help packing and I couldn't find my mirror and-"
"Enough" interrupted Druella, walking towards the front door, "Come along now."
As usual, the summer would be spent down Aunt Walburga's house, much to Bellatrix's dismay. She had tried extremely hard to worm her way out of it, trying to convince her Father she could run the household by herself. Unfortunately Cygnus saw through her plan.
"Right now girls, I want no fighting, no squabbling, no arguing, no pinching or punching, no kicking, no screaming and absolutely no hexing. And yes Bellatrix before you ask, this does apply to you and yes, it was aimed at you" Cygnus stated before arriving at 12 Grimmauld Place.
"Father, I would never dream of doing such a thing" said Bellatrix, batting her eyelashes, causing Cissy and Meda mouths open wide enough to catch an few owls.
"Are you for real?" Meda laughed.
"Girls!" hushed Druella.
"I hate this grim house. I hate the stupid houseelf. I hate that Gryffindor boy. I hate Regulus. I just want to go home," whined Bellatrix to Meda, lying upon the four-poster bed, staring at the ceiling causing snow to fall down onto their heads.
"Bella, stop with the snow, it looks like we have dandruff now" snuffed Meda, wandering to the grand mirror, decorated with diamonds, to shake the white pieces out of her hair.
If you hadn't of known any different, you would of though Bellatrix and Andromeda were twins. Both had black eyes, a pale complexion contrasting with the midnight curls which fell down framing their defined face, although Meda was a more gentle colour of black, warmth could be seen in her eyes. Boy's eyes lingered upon the three girls wherever they went, their perfect figures raising eyebrows, their star-studded smiles causing girls to turn green with envy. They were desired by not all just for their atheistically pleasing looks but also for their title, A Black. At Hogwarts students admired the three sisters, treating them like royalty. Powerful, extremely powerful.
"AHH"
Bellatrix and Meda looked at each other and ran into the next room to discover Cissy screaming out her lungs, pointing at her bed with fear spread across her delicate face. Bellatrix pulled back the cover without hesitation. Dead frog legs.
"Sirius" snarled Bella.
Bellatrix's scowl soon turned into a smirk.
"Do you know what this means?" said Bellatrix.
Andromeda and Narcissa nodded curtly.
"War" they whispered in unison, turning their backs to the bed and heading for Sirius and Regulus.
