A/N: I know I shouldn't be writing drabbles when I should be updating other fics but I've had this idea for a while now...
Disclaimer: Does anyone else find it extremely depressing constantly stating they don't own Harry Potter?
People think they shouldn't mention you to me.
That, the very sound of your name,
will send the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange into some maddened fit.
They couldn't be more wrong.
Sure, you disgraced the name of Black
and married that Mudblood knowing it would be the end.
The end of Bellatrix and Andromeda.
Of us.
The Black siblings connected by the waist.
Despite what you did, you're still a Black.
Still family.
Family doesn't turn against each other.
What would you even say if I arrived at your house?
I know for sure we're too far gone.
The bond, once so strong,
damaged beyond repair.
Do you still look like you used to?
Still look like a younger, slightly more innocent,
version of myself?
This I highly doubt.
Azkaban took a rather unpleasant toll.
Cissy still misses you,
do you know that?
You can't blame her for how she acted.
She merely followed my lead.
The lead the eldest sister is meant to set.
I'd never wanted anything more in my life.
Nothing more than to join the Dark Lord's ranks.
Even if that meant losing my sister.
When I tell you that after twelve years,
twelve, solid years in that prison,
my welcome back was far less than I expected,
will you simply laugh and say I got what I deserved?
I was once so feared,
so trusted and now...
Now insanity has finally caught up to me.
Understand this Andy,
my loyalty for the Dark Lord will never waver,
even if that means being punished for Lucius' mistakes.
After all, the Dark Lord is practically family.
And family doesn't turn on each other.
Even if that's what I did to you.
When my time finally ends,
will you join Cissy to mourn my death?
Or will you simply forget the fact you even have an elder sister?
The latter wouldn't surprise me.
You became another Sirius.
I hated him for what he did to our family.
The shame he brought to the name of Black.
I don't grieve his death.
It was one of those jobs,
you know?
Of course you don't.
How could I even think you did?
Maybe my mental state is worse than I thought.
Too far gone.
Druella would have been proud.
You were always her favourite.
I think I had a bit too much of Father in me,
for her to like me too much.
I guess what I'm trying to say, Andy,
is that despite what I've said,
and what I've done,
you're still a Black,
you're still my sister,
even if we aren't Bella and Andy anymore,
and we haven't spoken in years,
and our bond has broken,
we still are family,
and family shouldn't turn on each other.