A/N: The beginning of my new story! You all better be happy that I now have my own cheerleader at school who keeps asking me when I'm going to write something new (you know who you are). I think I should clarify now that this story will not have any Blackcest (besides what J.K has made cannon) and I'm going to try to stay as close to cannon as possible.

I'm going to try something new where I start a chapter with a song I think goes with it (we'll see how long that lasts).

Disclaimer: I don't own the Black family (sadly) and I'm not J.K. which means I don't make any profit from anything I write...why can't I be J.K. ; _ ;


I wanna be a kennedy
I wanna be a big heartbreaker
Live fast and for real
And you can follow it in the papers
I wanna be a kennedy
I wanna shake hands with heroes
And kiss the girls of centerfolds on the tongue
And die young

I'll be brave tonight
Either live or die
I'll be brave tonight
Standing tall and bright
Such romantic eyes
Got me hypnotized
And if i had my chance i'd never let you go
And if i had my chance i'd never let you go

I wanna be a kennedy
I wanna be tall and handsome
I'd conquer the world
And you'd see me on television
If i could be a kennedy
If i could be a big heartbreaker
I'd watch you crash into my arms
With the stars under the barrel of a gun
We die young

I'll be brave tonight
Either live or die
I'll be brave tonight
Standing tall and bright
Such romantic eyes
Got me hypnotized
And if i had my chance i'd never let you go
And if i had my chance i'd never let you go
And if i had my chance i'd never let you go

I'll be brave tonight
I'll be brave tonight
I'll be brave tonight
I'll be brave tonight
I'll be brave tonight
I'll be brave tonight
And if i had my chance i'd never let you go

~I Wanna Be a Kennedy by Kill Hannah


Blacks are the best.

Blacks are never weak.

Blacks are the model of all purebloods.

Blacks uphold blood purity and do not associate with mudbloods.

Blacks are the asperity of pureblood society and are expected to act accordingly.

These commandments were drilled into a Black from birth and they were expected to uphold them and drill them into their children's minds when the time came.

Marrying into the Black family was one of the most difficult things for one to do. Druella Rosier knew this from experience. A woman who was arranged to marry a male of the Black family was chosen for her outstanding blood purity, grace, charm, and moral superiority. Druella had to have theses commandments drilled into her own head before she could even properly meet Cygnus Black.

Being told continuously that Blacks were the best until she believed it herself made her feel ashamed for not being born a Black and inferior and unworthy to be marrying one of this ancient and noble house. It didn't escape her attention that she would have never felt these feeling before, when she was just Druella Rosier and not about to become Mrs. Cygnus Black.

Their marriage was arranged, like most in the pureblood world because children could not be trusted to choose the partner that would result in the purest breed of offspring, what with their hormones and all the like.

At first Cygnus was not happy with the marriage, wanting his freedom back he took his frustration out on his wife, who felt she deserved it for not being a good enough Black. As a result their first few years together were rough and rocky. But that all changed when their first daughter was born.

Bellatrix was a Black; there was no doubt about that. She had Cygnus' black hair, Druella's onyx eyes, and spotless porcelain skin. As a child, Bellatrix looked like a china doll. It wasn't any surprise that Cygnus loved his daughter as soon as he saw her. Or that Wallburga grew attached to her niece right away. And the birth of their first child also made Druella realize something; she might only be a Black by marriage but it wasn't like Cygnus could produce heirs by himself. She might not be a Black but she was important to their continuation. After Bellatrix's birth Druella didn't fell inferior to her husband and Cygnus didn't resent her and they grew closer.

Their other girls were just as lovely as their oldest: Andromeda was, at first, a miniature of Bella and often mistaken for her twin, but as she grew older it became more obvious that their personalities were nothing alike and it was also revealed-to those who wished to closely juxtapose the two sisters- that there were certain differences in their appearance as well. Andromeda's eyes, even mirroring the color of her fathers steel gray, were kinder, more accepting, and her hair was more brown than that of Bella's striking black. Even with these differences Andromeda was no less beautiful.

Narcissa, the last of Druella and Cygnus' children and the baby of their family, looked as different from her sisters as one could get. Where, Bella was all dark beauty with a strong forceful manner and Andromeda was a subtler beauty with subtler ways; Narcissa took after Durella with her pale beauty, blond hair, and graceful, quiet manner.

Having a house full of lovely little girls softened Cygnus considerably and had given him patience that he had previously lacked. He loved his girls and after a while grew to love his wife for giving him such gifts. Although, after three girls they had given up on trying for an heir, they were not Weasley's after all.

All three possessed the patricianbeauty common to the Black family. And all three were drilled by their parents and-much to Druella's annoyance-Wallburga. Bellatrix and Narcissa were the most acceptable to the Black fundamentals and were sure in their pureblood status. But Andromeda always questioned everything she was taught. "Why can't we show weakness?" "What makes us the best?" "Why does everyone want to be like us?" She always received the same answer to these questions; "Because we are Blacks, Andromeda."

At first it was Cygnus or Wallburga who would supply these answers but soon enough it was Bellatrix who took it upon herself to drill them into her sister's mind and make sure that they were upheld at all times-she seemed to think it was her duty as the oldest.

Wallburga loved that Bellatrix had and innate since of her own importance and fed that fire as often as possible. She loved being "Aunt Wally," as the girls called her and she most especially loved Bellatrix, even though she wasn't a woman who loved children. In fact, there were times when Druella wondered if Wallburga loved being "Aunt Wally" more than "Mum."

It was true that Wallburga wasn't Durella Rosier Black's favorite person, but as she was her husbands sister Druella saw more of the older woman than she liked.

It wasn't a secret that there was no love in the second Black family, Wally was older than her husband-and second cousin-by four years and she was just as upset about her arranged marriage as her brother had been. Although, Wallburga tells anyone who will listen that she is lucky that she was able to remain in the Noble and Most Ancient house of her fathers.

Druella has never believed her for one moment, she can see how much Walburga craves to have what little freedom she had as a girl back, she knows how envious Wally is of her younger brother, Alphard, who never married, and how she's biding her time until the day when she can take her revenge on him for something that wasn't even his fault. What Wally might do to the man, Druella couldn't fathom, but she did worry for Wally's boys.

She knew it wasn't her place and was often told to "butt out" by her husband but she knew that there is absolutely no love in Wallburga and Orion's house and that Sirius and Regulus would someday feel the effects of their parent's indifference.

So when the boys were at her home Druella always tried to make them feel welcome. Although that was often easier said than done when it came to Sirius Black. He was just as passionate and loyal as Bellatrix but instead of their similarities bringing them together they were constantly at each other's throats, despite being eight years apart. Andromeda, who had more patience for children than Bellatrix, had taken a liking to both of her younger cousins and was always coming to Sirius' rescue; Narcissa tried to be the peace maker, which often resulted in being yelled at by Bella for no reason; and Regulus, well, he tried to stay out of it and would rather spend time with his cousin, Narcissa, than the rest of them.

Looking back, anyone could see that the Black family was at its end, but at the time they had deluded themselves into thinking that they were just going through rough times.

Now Druella knew that the birth of the last five Black children was only the calm before the storm. But they were blinded from seeing that before it was too late because Blacks are the best.

Blacks are never weak.

Blacks are the model of all purebloods.

Blacks up hold blood purity and do not associate with mudbloods.

Blacks are the asperity of pureblood society and are expected to act accordingly.

A/N: I know in the past I've had an update a day but I want this story to be great to my updates will be once a week. This is an extremely long prologue for me so be happy and review.