Author's Note: For the photograph challenge prompt on xoxLewrahxox's Bellatrix forum. 103 words (I'm a fail lately; sorry!) I also might have put some actual thought into symbolism for this drabble… ;] *pokes everyone*
Disclaimers: Do you think I own it? Because I don't.
Halves
It's the only picture I'd kept of her.
("It's trash, Narcissa," my mother had said.) I had nodded, but tucked it into my left bra cup.
We're both smiling, but I'm looking at the camera while Andromeda is looking off to the side; nothing is special about this photo.
Until my baby son rips the picture in half and giggles.
I almost scream.
He discards the halves and crawls away to destroy something else.
I pick up the torn photograph. How did he get it? I stare down at my sister. I sigh.
I ignore the picture for the rest of the night.
Author's Note: Not my best work AT ALL, but reviews would still be nice... ^^