A/N I wanted to do some stuff on the Black family because they actually really fascinate me. I may be doing some more of this stuff in the future
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't be procrastinating five pieces of homework and a reading assignment writing this dribble.
Sirius was dead. It wasn't surprising to Narcissa really, she knew he had most people baying for his blood. She wasn't even that surprised that it was her own sister that had killed him. Bella had always been ruthless, she was never one to back down. No tears were spilt that day as the three words left her sister's lips. To Narcissa Sirius had died a long time ago, she had grieved for her favourite cousin years ago. Now he was simply a family cast-off.
Narcissa had lost Sirius twenty four years ago when he turned against the family. The day he joined Gryffindor was the day he died for her. Gone was the cousin that used to play mock duels with her, gone was the cousin who used to hug her every time she visited. Truth be told Narcissa had missed him but it had come as no surprise when his name was burned off the family tapestry. That was the day that Sirius was truly dead for her and she forgot about him, just as she had Andromeda.
Azkaban hadn't done Bella any favours. Her once dazzling eyes were sunken into their shadowed sockets, much like Sirius. Her regal Black hair had grown to her waist and flew out in tangled tendrils. In fact, her entire demeanour had changed. Far from the carelessly beautiful, arrogant woman she had once been, her face was twisted with malice, her eyes glinting with insanity. She had spoken of Sirius's death so casually, so happily. She knew Bellatrix had forgotten the boy they used to play with, the boy who would speak wistfully about Hogwarts. The boy who had wanted to be in Slytherin. Narcissa knew it was James Potter who had stolen her cousin away from them. James Potter with his idiotic appearance, the wonky glasses and messy hair shouldn't have worked but they did. Sirius practically worshipped the ground he had walked on, if Potter had wanted to be a Hufflepuff she was certain Sirius would've followed him.
The last time Sirius and Narcissa had communicated the end result wasn't pleasant. A lot of insults had been thrown and many a hex had been swapped. She had tried to use the curse that Severus had taught her and Sirius had been enraged. Unlike her tactic of ice cold fury, Sirius blazed with uncontrolled fire that couldn't be extinguished by the harshest of curses and she had wondered in that moment if he would use an unforgiveable on her. Instead he had resorted to muggle means of inflicting pain, the brute and they hadn't spoken since.
Any means of communication had been severed and then when he had been blasted off the family tree a month later she was grimly satisfied, but the reminder of her lost sister had made the satisfaction a lot less sweet.
She knew Bella was uncaring of family. After all, she had ended so many lives before this and one more wasn't going to make a difference, but Sirius was still bound to them by blood. Tainted blood, but still blood. And blood ties are the hardest to break. A very tiny part of herself wanted to break down and cry, to cry for her honorary brother, her favourite cousin. Maybe if Hogwarts didn't have houses she would still have Andromeda and Sirius. Maybe if the sorting hat had never been made she would still have her family. But the sorting hat did exist, and she had had to deal with the consequences.
A/N I might actually follow up on this story, I just think Narcissa Malfoy as a character is fascinating because we don't really know much about her and what we do know is quite contradictory, the same with all the Black sisters in fact.
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