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For: JustYourAverageRavenclaw, who gave me the prompt of "doll".
Title: Porcelain Doll
Summary: She wanted Melody gone.
Genre: Family
Rating: K+
Warning: N/A
Pairing/Character: Bellatrix, Narcissa
Word Count: 523
Narcissa, like nearly every other little girl, treasured her doll. Unlike others, however, hers was a not a toy doll. It was delicate and fragile, easily broken or harmed. It was a porcelain doll, the skin a milky white. It had fine, blonde hair, not unlike Narcissa's, and wore a pink pinafore over a white blouse and grey tights, finished off with a pair of shiny, black shoes. Her big blues eyes were framed by a pair of painted-on eyelashes and her lips were a bright pink underneath a little button nose.
Her name was Melody, and Narcissa loved her like she loved her sisters. Everyday, Narcissa would brush Melody's hair and talk to her as if she could hear, suggesting they play in the park or hide in the bushes.
However, not everyone cared for Melody like Narcissa did. Bellatrix hated her. She hated the little smile and the pale skin. She hated the stubby fingers and the ugly dress. The empty stare and the unnatural pose struck her as creepy, and she couldn't understand why her little sister liked it so much. More than hate, though, Bellatrix was jealous of it. She didn't like how Melody came before Narcissa's sisters. She didn't like how Narcissa told her she couldn't play today because she had to look after Melody. She was sick of it. All Bellatrix wanted was Narcissa's attention, to see her laugh at something she – Bellatrix – had said. She wanted Melody gone.
When their mother called Narcissa into the house, Narcissa looked torn between leaving Melody with the flowers and taking her in with her. Their mother was known for being quite spontaneous with unexpected mood swings; Narcissa rarely took the doll anywhere near her. A plan came to Bellatrix instantly and she ran to Narcissa.
"I'll look after Melody," she said, a sweet smile plastering her face. "Don't keep Mum waiting."
And so Narcissa left, leaving Bellatrix with the evil, sister-stealing doll. She smirked down at the fragile item, turning it around in her hands. She wanted to make this last. Getting onto her knees, Bellatrix rolled Melody around in the flowerbed, covering her pinafore in dirt and soil, getting mud in her hair, too. She could hear voices inside, one loud but muffled and the other quiet and obedient – Bellatrix knew she still had plenty of time. Adjusting her hands into the right position, she snapped off one of Melody's arms. Looking at the stump that was left, Bellatrix noticed the doll was hollow on the inside.
Too easy, Bellatrix thought, giggling with masochistic glee.
"Bella," a quiet voice said. Bellatrix's head snapped up; she had not been expecting Narcissa to come back so quickly. "What are you doing?"
She almost backed out, said she'd dropped Melody and it was a complete accident. But where was the fun in that? Standing up, she said, "Something I should have done a long time ago," and threw the doll on the ground.
Narcissa's screams were deafening.
A/N: Meh. It's alright.
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