A/N: I have a Next gen roleplaying forum:.net/forum/Next_gen_roleplay/110274/
Bellatrix. The eldest. The strongest. The noblest of three sisters, according to Cygnus Black. She was recruited to work for the dark lord. Her father couldn't have been prouder. On her eighteenth birthday, she was branded with the dark mark. There had been claps and cheers from the whole family, except from sixteen year old Andromeda and ten year old Sirius. But who needed them. Fourteen year old Cissy and her boyfriend, Lucius were there, clapping. She was a death eater.
To her family, that meant she was a respectable pure blood. But to her, it meant something different. For once, she wasn't perfect little Cissy's older sister. She was herself.
"Bella?" Narcissa asked. Bellatrix turned suddenly from the mirror to look at her sister. Narcissa was wearing a white blouse and a long, black skirt that reached down to the floor. Her brown and white hair was out, braided at the top.
"Yes?" Bellatrix replied. Narcissa scanned her. Bellatrix was wearing black gloves, and a long black, knee length dress.
"You don't have to do this." Narcissa told her sister.
"I want to." Bellatrix said firmly.
"But I'm scared; you could die." Narcissa said, moving closer to her sister "I don't want to lose you." Bellatrix turned to look at her little sister, and realised Cissy had tears in her eyes.
"I won't let that happen." She reassured her sister. Cissy smiled...