Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
When did I become like this? Once, I was a beautiful, young, nubile lady of society. As where my sisters.
The Black consolation; The Black sisters; The dark trio.
Bellatrix, the oldest, the passionate, dark haired beauty. Just like her aunt before her. Many wanted her, but few gained that pleasure. Or pain.
Andromeda, the middle one, the smart, natural and calm beauty. Not unlike her father before her. Wanted by ones who should not want her, who had no right. But she wanted them back.
Narcissa, the babe, the manipulative flower, frozen beauty. Contrasting from the families appearances, as did her mother. Willing to do as society dictated. But we all have to do as love dictates in the end.
I thought of my younger sisters transgressions, where they really that bad? I had spent many a year teaching her to follow her heart, to let passion take over, and not let careful planning and school plot her success. I tried to teach her to take the unicorn by its horn and FIGHT. She seemed content to just float by in life, lost in her own little world. Uncaring of what happened to her.
In the end I suppose she was the most passionate of all of us. The most daring. I mean, she married a mudblood for Merlin's sake! She ran away and eloped. She rejected a arranged marriage. She got out before she became to jaded.
My youngest sister; the little flower of the family. She was named a ice queen. And fairly so. But what society didn't understand was that the frozen, uncaring attitude was her way of coping. Andi escaped into books, Cissy froze; the perfect trophy wife.
On face value. She was manipulative; didn't need that raw passion. She could have the whole world wrapped around her little finger, but she chose to please them. Until they threatened the one thing she had left. Then she broke. I can forgive her that, she finally chose what she needed.
I was insane. Driven by the desirer to please; just like Cissa. But unlike her, I didn't break. I just became more passionate; like Andi. but unlike my sisters I couldn't hide behind a mask.
Unlike Andromeda, I couldn't slip into my own little world. Just to take the edge off.
Unlike Narcissa, I couldn't hide behind a frozen expression, and manipulate people. Just help stop some of the madness.
I can forgive my sisters. For they only did what I had been trying to teach them for the day they were bawling babes.
In the end, they both went after what they wanted. But they however, figured out what they truly wanted and needed before it was too late.
They Loved.