Ok, so i'm obssesed with the Harry Potter novels, and I especially love the Black family, they seem so mysterious and clearly have a lot of secrets. This fic will be from the POV of many of the Black family memebers, but most of the chapters will be from the POV of the three Black sisters- Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa.
Also apologies for this chapter being so short, some chapters wil be while others will be longer. Enjoy :D


1949 Black Manor- Druella's POV

The doors were opened to reveal the most magnificent sight that I had ever seen. The ballroom in the Black Manor had been transformed; there were now two columns of white chairs gently decorated white ribbons laced with lilies, white candles were magically suspended round the hall casting shadows on the walls that danced in the breeze. I cast my eyes across the seated audience; all of them had turned slightly to glance back at me. I studied each and every one of them searching frantically for the glimpse of ice blue that I so longed to see, but no mater how much I looked it was no where to be found.

I started to panic. I could feel terror slowly taking over me, causing my heart to beat faster than I ever thought possible, shivers spread to my hands causing me to nearly drop the over-beautiful bouquet that I had been forced to carry. As the terror slowly spread over my body it came to rest in my stomach causing in to twist and churn uncomfortably. "Oh please", I silently prayed " don't let me throw up now, I will be a shame to my family and most definitely will be disowned, never mind married". I took a deep shaky breath in and forced back the tears that had started to form in my eyes.

Just one step at a time, I thought, I can do this, I must do this. As I reluctantly started to move closer to the altar and the man that was waiting for me there, I contemplated my situation. I was about to become a Black, to enter the most powerful, and arrogant, pure-blood family in the wizarding world. All my family and friends had told me it was a privilege to be chosen for such an honour. I disagree; I see it as a curse.

I had done it! I made it to the altar without breaking down into sobs, or turning around and fleeing for my life. I turned and stared deep into the dark, endless eyes of my husband to be. I didn't love this man, and he certainly doesn't love me. He sees me as a possession, something to own and be proud of but never will I be his equal. Pretty little Druella, always does as she's told and who will be a good, submissive wife. Anger started to replace the terror, I wanted to shout and shriek at how unfair all of this was how I was forever going to be trapped, condemned to be miserable and was being torn away from the man who I truly did love and couldn't live without.

I whipped my head round one last time, and that's when I saw them, those beautiful, wonderful, magic blue eyes. He had come, despite everything and at that moment I felt the warmth as the tears pooled down my face. I barely registered the sighs from the crowd who must have been naïve enough to think the tears were from a blushing bride to her husband, they couldn't have been more wrong. As I stared into those eyes, I became lost to my surroundings and in that moment I knew that I would survive all this as he will always be by my side. Love as strong as ours never dies and I will not be forced to forget it, not even by the Blacks.