Disclaimer: I wish. Really, I do. Alas, JKR beat me to it.
Black Reflections
By: Looly
No matter how hard he scrubs at his face, he can't wash it away. Nothing changed it. No matter how many Polyjuice Potions he drank, he would always be the same underneath: he would always be a Black. And this disgusted him.
Everyone had always called him handsome. Charming. A pretty boy, so to speak. But when he looked in the mirror, he knew those eyes, knew that hair, knew to whom every inch of his face belonged. His father, his mother, his brother, his cousins—all of them could be found.
He wanted to wash it away. Wash away all of the sins that came with his name, to cleanse himself of his inheritance; he wished it would disappear with a simple "no thank you". He was not his family: he was not his father, so cruel, or his mother, so disgusting, or his brother, so ignorant, or her, so malicious. Hate like theirs was frightening and he wanted nothing more than to run away from it. So terribly did he want to believe that he had a choice in the matter, a choice in who he could hate and how passionately. So terribly did he want to believe that there was no power in a simple name. But his blood could not be edited, and his eyes could not be morphed, and his name could not be changed, and no matter what he did or who he befriended or who he loved, he would always hate, always hate, always always always always.
Sirius Black stared into the mirror.
"I don't want this," He whispered, before sending it smashing into the ground.
No matter how hard she screams, she can't block it out. Nothing stopped it. No matter how many trumpets blared into her ears, she could always hear his voice, so accusing it was, and the truth it held. And this frightened her.
Didn't he understand? He, of all people, should have understood why she did what she did. Why she tormented those without blood as pure as her own, why she hated those who turned their backs on her beliefs. Didn't he understand? When he looked into the mirror every day, didn't it show him the answer?
She wanted to block him out. Block out his lies, his truths, his accusations, his promises. He would never understand that a hate as pure as hers was inborn. Hate as true as hers was not something one attained, but something one always had, and that simply needed to be unleashed. Such hate was embedded in her blood; it was her inheritance, one that could not be denied, for it belonged to all who carried the name of Black. There was no choice. Souls like theirs were condemned to a life of hate. It could not be changed, never could it be changed, no matter what he promised, or who she loved, or what she wanted, she would always hate, always hate, always always always always.
Bellatrix Black stared into the mirror.
"I didn't ask for this," She whispered, before gently placing the mirror back on the desk.
What? Two updates in one day? How scandalous! Anyway, this tidbit just came to me outta nowhere. I've always been interested in the relationship between Sirius and Bella. Being cousins, they're bound together, but the two always seem to be desperate to break any connection whatsoever. And, really… Bellatrix is terribly fun to write. So, here ye be my readers. I'm afraid it may be a bit confusing, as I kept on coming up with different things to add along the way, and having to take out others because I wanted both parts to kind of... reflect each other, y'know? Mirrors, oOoOoOoOoh. Remember: Looly loves her reviews, and writes especially for the lovely readers who leave 'em.