When you are born a Black, there are certain ways to behave. As a child, you are to be seen and not heard. Girls daily wore perfectly starched dresses and robes. Boys were allowed to wear worn clothes because they mainly wrestled upstairs or outside.
We three were all perfect. Bellatrix, who had beautiful curly black hair and a perfect face; more angular and pointy. Andromeda, had features that were subtle and dark hair that Mother always enjoyed pinning up. Then there was me, who looked like both Bella and Andi, only blonde.
We were all perfectly behaved. Bella, the oldest, would watch over all of us- even Sirius and Regulus. Andi was the only one that Sirius would listen to, and me, the youngest, was Regulus's favorite.
We were all sorted into Slytherin; Bella, Andi, and I. By the end of our Hogwarts years, however, things had changed.
Bella was more sadistic and determined to be in the Dark Lord's inner circle.
Andi had been disowned because she fell in love with a mudblood named Ted Tonks.
I married Lucius Malfoy.
We had all changed.
Andi had left with a bang. She, Father, and Mother had been arguing quite loudly. Andi then ran upstairs and slammed her door. The next morning, there was a letter explaining what she had done- but no Andi.
She was blasted off the tree by Aunt Walburga that afternoon.
The war came and went and I was alone; Bella had been shut up in Azkaban.
When the next war came, I was terrified. I couldn't lose Lucius or Draco...
And the thought of losing them both...
I watched Andi from a distance. Her face had more wrinkles than the last time I had seen her. She was crying softly, holding an infant with blue hair to her chest. Molly Weasley stood there, comforting her. On the ground at their feet were the corpses of her daughter and son-in-law.
Bella had killed Nymphadora.
Her own niece.
Molly Weasley had killed Bella.
I slowly walked over to Andi, summoning every ounce of courage that I possessed.
"Andi?" I asked quietly.
She spun around, eyes narrowing at the sight of me.
"Narcissa." Her voice was ice.
"I'm sorry-"
She cut me off. "Don't. Don't. Say. Anything."
"Dear," Molly interjected. "Why don't I take Teddy?"
Andi set the blue haired infant into Molly's arms. She turned back to me.
"I'm sorry, Andi-" I tried again.
"Don't call me that."
I sighed. "I can't imagine losing my husband and son."
Andromeda sighed, exasperated.
"What?" I demanded.
"You wouldn't get it."
"Yes, I will," I snapped, irritated at my sister.
"No. You don't get it. You don't understand."
"What don't I understand." I was growing impatient.
She merely stared at her daughter.
"You're right," I concluded, nearly losing my temper. "I don't understand how you turned out like this. Sirius, I can understand, but you?"
"There's a reason why I was Sirius's favorite growing up and he, mine," she retorted.
I waited for her to continue, hearing the tension in her voice. She was going to continue, going to explain.
"He understood. Understood that there is nothing wrong with Muggles. Or Muggle-Borns. We all share the same blood."
She looked at me; the same piercing stare she used to give me when we were younger, warning me about getting into trouble. She reached down, placed her hands lovingly on her daughter, then her son-in-law. Andromeda stood up, gave me one last long look, and then walked away.
I thought about what she said while staring at my only niece's vibrant pink hair.
Everyone shares the same blood.
But the Black's seem to have the blackest blood of all.