We were the originals. The pure and the elite. We were the gifted, the talented and the bold. We spoke the right way; we danced in perfect time. We were young and beautiful. We were immortal and we were infinite. We would have the world, and the world would thank us for it.
We were raised to be demure and subtle. We would marry our equals and we would bear healthy sons and heirs. We would weave and sew, and play the piano to a high standard. We would live the life we wanted, and we would love it. We would be happy.
We would triumph over the Mudbloods, and we would keep our race Clean. We would wipe the smirks off their filthy faces, and we would smile as they fell. We would be the support behind our husbands, as they fought for our children and our future. We lived in a world that would be great, and we would look back in our old age and be proud of what we had achieved.
We ruled a world made of our fantasies, hopes and desires. We lived in a world that was safe and comfortable. We lived for a world that would never truly exist. We lived for the world that was denied to us. We fell as the rug was pulled from under our feet, and we stayed fallen.
We were the Black sisters and we were honoured because of it. We were united as one in youth, and we fell in unison in our dotage. We knew everything, and yet nothing at all.