I do not own Harry Potter
She didn't even blink as the name Cedrella Black went into flames. No Callidora stood there perfectly still like the good Pureblood Black she was, as the hatred for her sister bubbled within her. Cedrella had abandoned her to pursue love with a bloodtraitor, left her all alone in the cold and bitterness of the Black Family. Callidora wondered if Cedrella ever thought about her or their plans, as she pack her bags and slipped out the door of the Black Manor. What had happened with 'It's me and you against the world?' was it too cliche and foolish? Had Callidora been wasting her time thinking that their close bond meant anything to Cedrella? After all the younger sister always loved forbidden love stories that were filled with adventures. Had that been at hint to her, a foretelling that she would soon be standing in the Tapestry watching her sister's name being burned off? Was this destiny to lose her other half, to watch as the family carried on like Cedrella Black didn't exist? How could anybody stand such a thing? Every memory was to be forgotten like it never happened, Callidora was born the only child. Hot tears streak down her face as she took in her new reality, before she walked up to the Tapestry and touched where her sister's name had been. She then wiped away her tears and put on her mask leaving behind the freshly burnt Tapestry.