This is my first challenge fic, written for the HPFC's Inspiration Challenge. The quote I used, which is in italics throughout the fic, is from Maxine Waters. Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter, JKR does.
"I have a right to my anger…
I remember being only six. We, my parents, my sisters, and I, were all invited to Aunt Walburga and Uncle Orion's house. Andromeda was four, and Narcissa was just two. They played with Uncle Orion, while Aunt Walburga took me, alone, into the drawing room. She placed me in front of the tapestry. The Black Family tapestry. She explained to me all about our family. Our rights and our privileges. She told me about Mudbloods and how they were taking over a world that was rightfully ours. She told me about Muggles, and about how we have to keep ourselves hidden from them because they are not trustworthy.
Why do fools like Dumbledore insist the Mudbloods are no different from us? We are better than them; our blood is pure. They do not deserve to be part of our superior society, they do not understand. They don't have our values, they don't think the way that we do. We have nothing in common with the Mudbloods.
…and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be,…
"Why can't you just accept it, Bella?" the traitor asked.
Why can't I accept it? Is she really that far gone? Has she forgotten our values completely, just thrown everything away for the Mudblood?
"No sister of mine is going to marry some common Mudblood," I spat at her.
"Bella, I love him," she pleaded, eyes wide. For a moment, I almost thought it was my sister back again. No. She can't have me if the Mudblood is to become her priority. "There's no reason–"
Yes, that made her stop spouting rubbish. "Don't feel so superior now, do you?" I asked her in a low voice. "Not with a wand at your heart."
"Bella, please, you shouldn't be angry."
Crucio. I felt so powerful, so strong, so right. And she would pay. I'd make sure of it. If only Narcissa hadn't tried to help her.
Andromeda ran out, of course, the traitor. I'll get her, though.
…that it's not nice to be,…
"That wasn't very nice," Narcissa said afterward.
She deserved it. The traitor left me for her dear Mudblood. If she wants to forsake us, I can forsake her just as easily. She's abandoning us, abandoning her values, abandoning her entire life, all for him.
Narcissa doesn't understand. She's too innocent. For her, everything is simply "nice" and "good" or "mean" and therefore "bad." And she thinks way too romantically; the traitor will always be her sister. She even cried when Aunt Walburga burnt Andromeda's name off the family tapestry. On my word. I opened their eyes to the secret that the traitor tried to keep; I alerted the proper people; I showed proper values. It was one of the most important days in my life, second only to receiving my Dark Mark.
…and that something's wrong with me because I get angry."
The Mudbloods have no place among us. And they never will, not if I have any say about it. And the traitor who used to be my sister? She will die too, at my hands if I can arrange it. She will watch her filthy Mudblood husband die, and her daughter who loves werewolves, too. She's another without proper pride, and I know she gets it from her filthy father.
"What's wrong with you?" Cissy asked me once.
I answer you now: Nothing is wrong with me. Just with the rest of the world.
