Bella
I was two years old when my first younger sister was born. Two years of peaceful bliss, rudely interrupted by a stupid baby. Then, two years later, another baby came along, and there were three of us. Three sisters.
My mother, Druella Rosier, was a true pureblood lady. Beautiful, elegant, and gifted with a talent for the Dark Arts. I may have inherited my father's looks, but it was my mother that I grew close to. Father always thought that daughters should be treated with affection, and I had no time for his sentimental foolishness. Mother taught me more than his petting could have done. I am, and always have been, a skilled witch - not book-smart like Dromeda, but skilled in things that actually matter - and I owe that to Mother's training. She saw potential where father only saw a little girl; I suppose I learnt one thing from him: men always underestimate women.
Anyway, my two sisters and I grew and matured, and it seemed like next to no time before we were all riding off on the train to Hogwarts. A pathetic school, as I remember, that taught me nothing at all where magic was concerned. Out of the three of us, Dromeda got the most out of the sad excuses for lessons. I have no strong memories of my time at Hogwarts, as it is an inconsequential period of my life. I have heard people say that Hogwarts made them who they are today, and I find such statements laughable. Hogwarts is nothing compared to other experiences one can have in life.
Despite my skill, I was first and foremost a pureblood woman, and before I knew it, I was married; as was Cissy. As was SHE, but that's a different matter entirely. Dromeda married for love (and look where that got her), Cissy married for money, and that left me to marry because it was what was required of me. An unmarried pureblood woman could never hope to be taken seriously, and I made certain that my husband was aware of who was in charge in our marriage. I overshadowed him in every sense; I preferred it that way. Cissy needs Malfoy, Dromeda and the Mudblood need each other, but I need no one. Well, almost no one. Rodolphus and I will always have a loveless union, because my heart and soul, my whole existence, belongs forever to one man.
A lot of weak women say that their fulfilment in life came from their children. I sneer at such an idea. It's pathetic. Submissive. I never had any wish to have children, even as a child, and I think time has proved me right. Dromeda had a daughter and Cissy had a son; in my opinion, the pair of them are brats (I have never met my niece, but as a daughter of my blood-traitor of a sister and her Mudblood husband, she is a brat on principle). My only aim in life has been to serve the master I love, and I am positive that I have excelled myself within his circle, and proved my unfailing devotion. I have always been faithful to him - unlike others - and he has honoured me as his highest ranked follower (no matter what Snape or Malfoy might proclaim). My servitude to him is what I had waited for my whole life. In achieving it, I feel like I have fulfilled my purpose.
Dromeda
There were three children in our house when I was growing up. Three children, but only two parents. Bella came first, and she claimed mother as her own. As the second born, it should have been logical, in that case, that I formed a close bond to my father, but it was not to be. I was the quiet, shy, mousy one, and that wasn't enough for father to make up for strong, independent Bella. Cissy got to be daddy's little girl, and I got to be the odd one out.
The odd one out distinction was subtle at first: neither of my sisters understood the concept of sharing, and they soon learnt that my toys were the easiest to take, but I didn't care; I always had my nose in a book; I stayed out of family arguments, partly because there would be no one on my side if I did join in and partly because I didn't understand what it was they were arguing about. But it became more and more pronounced when I went to Hogwarts. I managed to convince the Sorting Hat to put me in Slytherin, because I knew that it was my safest option. Bella and Mother were relieved, father was indifferent. Only Cissy - cool, calculating Cissy - knew that it was all a lie. I think she even figured out what was going on between me and Ted before everyone else did.
The subject of boys had come up before I met Ted. Mother wanted to make sure that Bella, Cissy and I made all the right choices. And I thought I did: I thought that choosing love was the right choice. But mother's 'right choice' and my 'right choice' didn't coincide. The Lestranges and the Malfoys were prestigious pureblood families, but Ted was the lowest of the low - a muggle-born (or a 'Mudblood' as Bella so often put it). In the end, I had to make the choice: Ted or my family. It tore me apart, but I made my decision. To say that I've never looked back would be a lie, but I have an amazing husband and a beautiful daughter who keep my mind off the past and in the present.
Having severed ties with my sisters, the rest of their lives remain mostly a mystery. How could I not know about Bellatrix Lestrange, though, the cold hearted murderess, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's right-hand woman? I can't say I'm not surprised. Bella was born to do that sort of thing. Cissy, on the other hand, married Lucius Malfoy, another Death Eater, and, apparently, I have a nephew that I have never met. I often wonder what would have happened if I had chosen the same path as them: married a rich pureblood and watched my friends do You-Know-Who's bidding. But I can never wonder for too long. I don't know if Cissy and Bella are happy with what they made of their lives, but I can't see how they could possibly be happier than me. Ted tells me he loves me every day, and I know that I love him too. Dora is the light of our life, and, if I say so myself, she has certainly turned out splendidly. I may have broken away from my old family, but now I have a new family that I love dearly. My blissful happiness is incomparable, and in achieving it, and, hopefully, sharing it with my husband and daughter, I feel like I have achieved my purpose.
Cissy
I learnt quite a few valuable lessons in my childhood. One of the first was that if you give people what they want, they will give you want. For example, father wanted a daughter who could make up for hot-headed Bella and reclusive Dromeda: a helpless little creature that he could pet and feel like he was protecting. I saw an opportunity and I seized it. I put on an act for him and became his little princess. Even Bella didn't detect my pretence - she regarded me with contempt until she realized that there was so much more to me than I let on. I gained her respect after I let her in on my plan: I gave father the daughter he wanted, and in return he gave me what I wanted, whenever I wanted it. It was a brilliant scheme.
This one vital lesson guided me through life. At Hogwarts, the boys saw blonde hair and a pretty face, and wanted someone innocent, flirtatious and feminine, who would pretend she was actually interested in them and would laugh at their stupid jokes. So I became that person. They got what they wanted and I got what I wanted: any one of the rich purebloods that I desired. Honestly? They were all idiots. All except one. It's funny really, because Lucius saw through me right from the beginning. He realized who I really was, and I think that's what attracted him to me.
It took me a long time to figure out what Lucius wanted. Until the day he proposed, as a matter of fact. I wasn't surprised - our parents had been discussing it ever since we had shown an interest in each other - but I was glad that I could give him what he wanted: a wife. In return, he allowed me to enter the powerful, wealthy world of the Malfoys. And soon, he gave me the best thing in the world: a beautiful son.
With Draco, all rules were turned on their head. Although I could give him what he wanted - whatever he wanted - and I did, he gave me what I wanted just by existing, by being all mine. I cannot imagine life without him, and I feel as though I had been waiting my whole life for him to come along. He is my reason for existing. My purpose.