Flickers
by : epiphanies
Not that good, but breaking writer's block can create such results.
My family is not something that I can say I'm proud of. Ted asks me about them, every once in a bit. He's only met Sirius, after all, and what is there to be said about Sirius?
Ted knows I'm a witch. He knows that my family dabbles in the arts. He knows that there's a possibility of Nymphadora becoming a witch as well - a very good possibility. He's a good enough man to accept that as it is, let alone having to wonder about the rest of my family with sealed, pressed lips. But I don't think I can ever tell him.
Would he believe me? That a member of my family, my blood kin, believe in their right to wave a wand and utter a curse, and end the life of anybody that they please to? That if they took a negative liking to him, he could be blasted away to the next sunrise in less than a moment's time?
Would he run from me?
Of course, I am not frightened of my family. Ashamed, yes, but not frightened. After all, I too am a pureblood (whatever that means.) I too have the training and skill and background to defend myself against any of their silly plots.
Estranged, Sirius and I have been, for years now. Nearly five, maybe ten? It's difficult to keep track when the constance of the sunlight continues to allow no shadow inside my life...
A shadow flickered only once.
I've never seen Bellatrix outside in Muggle London, but there she was. Striding along with a black cape that made her look like a mere London goth. Dark eyes, darker than mine, but the same in shape. They met.
We didn't stop. We walked straight past each other, she alone, I pushing Nymphadora in her stroller. I'm sure Bella saw me utter under my breath a protection for Nymphadora, and how could she blame me? She, my sister, who worships evil personified, who kills whoever he wants at his own discretion without cause or reason or warning.
Bella and I were never on the same page about the dark arts. She enjoyed them, found a solace and protection in them. I found them merely cowardly. This will most likely be my downfall, in the end.
Hopefully the end won't come too soon. The sunlight can't afford to be lost now.