Three Sisters of the House of Black
Cygnus III and Druella Black had three children all of whom were daughters. Druella desired to have a boy but when it became obvious that Bellatrix had all of the desired traits of the Black family line she knew that her husband was very much done with having any further children. Besides, the way things were looking they were turning out less and less promising. She acknowledged that Andromeda was very independent for a young girl, but she was far too open-minded. Then there was the youngest, Narcissa. Druella looked at her with a frown. She hadn't any qualities to commend her.
They all sat in the carriage quietly. Bellatrix twirled a lock of her hair round and round as she looked out the window over Narcissa's head. Andromeda kept her nose in her books as she always did.
"Finally!" Druella smiled to herself thinking of all the merits in having Bellatrix off to Hogwarts. "Bellatrix will prove to her dear grandma that not all of my children are a failure in the line. She will prove to be one of the greatest Black's in all of the family line!" Her eyes then turned to her youngest, "And then, while Bellatrix is away I can try to find something good to pull out of Narcissa. Bellatrix is always babying her and not allowing her to become her own woman."
The carriage stopped. Cygnus turned to his daughters, "There will be no crying at the station," he said without looking at Narcissa who he was aiming the direction to.
"No, father," they all said dryly.
Bellatrix warned Narcissa a week before to not to cry at the station. They had even practiced her leaving while in the forest of their expansive estate.
They had stepped out and were now in a room filled with other dignified persons with their families. The girls were excited even though they were taught to hate the muggles. It will be their very first time to meet these loathsome creatures. Each family stood in a line ready to step into a small room. When they got to the front of the line, their hearts raced. Ping! The doors opened and now it was their turn to step inside.
"What is this father," the rare voice of Andromeda asked.
"It is a muggle contraption called an elevator. Reserve your questions until we return home. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves."
That seemed quite a difficult task. As they stepped out of the elevator they saw an entirely different world. The only thing that was the same was the blue sky. Strange people with strange clothing looked at them curiously. The scenery was nothing like they had ever seen before and there were so many muggles.
Narcissa's grasp on Bellatrix's hand tightened. They maneuvered through the crowd and walked right into a brick column. The girls looked in wonder as they had suddenly returned to the realm of wizardry. Bellatrix let go of Narcissa's hand and quickly ran off to put on her robes. Narcissa moved closer to Andromeda who was still in her book.
"Narcissa, can that not wait," asked her father quietly.
Andromeda put the book down and hid her irritated face. "I should just stand here and look bored then," she thought.
Druella's face turned stark white as she saw Bellatrix skipping back to them singing.
"Remember that you are a Slytherine. You will do us proud," said Cygnus.
"Of course father. Should the Sorting Hat attemp to put me in any other house, I shall put in into the fire," she smiled viciously.
Her father stifled a chuckle, but her mother scolded her. "You are setting a poor example in front of your younger sisters," she said maintaining her bored look.
"Yes ma'am," Bellatrix said with a Cockney accent. She did a quick courtesy, pinched her hat, and ran to the train. The only thing she wished at that moment was to have seen her mother's pale face.
Narcissa felt forgotten, but as soon as Bellatrix stepped on the stop of the train, she turned to her and waved. Narcissa couldn't help but wave violently back until she was tapped on the ankle by her mother's umbrella.
And so we begin the tale of the three sisters of the House of Black.