Summer Sisters
Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling and therefore do not own anything
AN: It's been a while, huh? I've been writing a fairy tale, sorry, I will try and put things up more often! Also, I would apologise for all the Black Sister things but I like them so… (summer is my favourite too)
Even as a child, summer was your favourite. Meda loved the colours of autumn and Bella could have spent all day playing in the snow where she could hide from Mama but you adored the summer's heat.
The best thing about summer when you were little, of course, was that your sisters would come home. Six years younger than Bella, she first left for Hogwarts when you were only five and who can explain to a five year old why her most fierce protector had gone away and wouldn't come back until Christmas? Two years later, when Meda left, you were inconsolable. It had been bad enough being left without Bella but to lose the one person left who ever showed you any real affection was heart breaking.
When they came home they'd tell you stories about the common room and people whose names meant nothing to you and you'd nod and smile, trying your hardest to remember every second of this, to relive once they'd gone and you were left alone again. Meda would brush your hair each night and after your parents were asleep (in separate bedrooms, not even Father could tolerate Mama), you'd sneak to her room and the two of you would run to Bella's bed and sit talking until dawn (Mama never did work out why you were all so exhausted).
Later, after you joined them at Hogwarts, summer was the best simply because you were alone with your sisters and didn't have to concentrate on appearances all the time (a word Mama was inordinately fond of). You'd run wild in the garden, dancing to music Bella conjured, as Meda did her best to make sure you didn't disturb Father.
In the years after Meda was gone and you were oh so happy with Lucius and Draco, summers were the time when you could help your son, poor boy, with all that lineage and heritage to live up to. He'd curl up in your room and tell your tales from school and you'd remember the old times and restrain yourself from running to find Meda and ask her about… Oh anything, anything at all.
Once or twice, Bella would join you and the both of you would know that the other one was wishing for your other third and neither of you would ever say it. You never spoke of. Not once. But you knew she thought it and so, for all your life, summer to you, meant sisters.