A/N: Bellatrix has successfully driven Andromeda away from her and the darkness within.

Submission for:

Lyric Inspired Drabble Challenge II - Don't get too close, It's dark inside

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.


As the years went by, the darkness consumed her. She trained with her father until she practically breathed the Dark Arts. She could list various ways to kill a person within a few seconds, and others that would make their death long and tortuous. And oh, how the thought of them made her heart race and her chest warm, placing a smile on both her and her father's face.

However, her relationship with her sister had greatly suffered. Little Andromeda had grown up and learnt the truth of her training and the extent of her lessons, and she made it obvious she did not approve. The tears her sister once shed had long dried up, and their interactions had been reduced to cold words and smouldering glares.

But Bellatrix no longer cared. The darkness had clouded her mind, dividing the world into black and white. If her sister could not see that this was the right way to be, the pureblood way to be, the path to perfection and loyalty, then her sister was just as naive as she had thought.

But no matter what, a small part of her still wanted to preserve that side of her sister, the side that still believed in good and innocence. On more than one occasion, her father had suggested inviting her sister to her classes, and Bellatrix had quickly opposed them. Andromeda deserved a better life than this, where her sole purpose would be to kill and destroy anything she touched, and that meant keeping her away in any way possible.

Footsteps sound on the wooden floor as she sits in the parlour, drawing her attention away from the raindrops hitting the window. She turns, her eyes locking with her sister's in the adjoining hallway. Those brown eyes looked back, eyes which were once like her own, eyes not yet tainted by the darkness.

"Don't come any closer," she hisses under breath.

Her sister stands there for a moment, her glare barely hiding the fear in her eyes, before she turns back the way she came.

"It's dark inside," Bellatrix whispers as she turns back to the window herself.