Disclaimer: No sueing must take place, because I pwn joo. That and I have no money, and other crap. JKR is lord. Notes: Okay, I've got the ages of quite a few characters wrong in this story - mainly it is intentionally, because I wanted my plot to work. So deal. Also, big thankyou's to Beta reader of mine, who is a rockin' cool person. Go kiss her feeeeeeet. This story may be re-written as a NC-17 at some point, and re-posted on my website (which is as of yet, non-existant, but it will be born soon), but for now it's an R. The plot is going to be the same - I just want to put more description into certain scenes, which I can't do on Anyway, read on and enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE
My Father died when I was 10. Mother said it was stress, and a hereditary weak heart. Ultimately, Bellatrix and I knew it was something far more sinister - but didn't like to pry.
Mother resented Father for dying, this was made obvious by her screaming rages at Bellatrix, who had my Fathers sleepy dark eyes, handsome square jaw, and sleek black tresses. She would flash her long, ruby red talons at my sisters face, grab clumps of her hair and pull back her head, screaming vile insults into her ear. "Stupid! Ugly! Pathetic! You'll never amount to anything! You'll just bring shame to this family!". Bella was 13, and tall for her age - but our Mother was a fierce woman, and we had always been taught never to do anything to disrespect our parents, or the most noble house of Black, so Bellatrix didn't shout back, or slap out, she just winced and took the abuse from our Mother.
Mother treated me, in some ways, worse than Bella. I looked too much like my Mother for her to like me. She looked at my white blonde ringlets and pale, angular face and saw herself, younger and more beautiful. Now she had put on weight, and her hair frizzed violently. She disliked herself. She looked in a mirror and saw a once elegant, rich woman gone to seed. She saw a woman with no husband, who left vicious bleeding rips across her daughters face, And so I was scorned, hissing insults were shot at me every moment I was in the same room as her - which was not often. She "forgot" to have the houselves lay my place at dinner - or even cook enough food for me. I was a wimp, spoiled, childish, stupid, scrawny...whatever my Mother found appropriate to spit at me.
Andromeda was Mothers favorite. She was 7, with perfectly straight, golden hair, that Mother liked to plait. Her cheeks were rosy, and she laughed in bright, giggling peals. She was chubby for our family, and looked like a doll in the frothy, pastel dresses Mother bought for her. She looked nothing like our Father, and we suspected that Andromeda was perhaps, not our full sister.
Our Mother's favoritism lead Bella and I to hating Andromeda. We treated her much like our Mother treated us - Bellatrix would slap and pinch at her, or tug at her silky gold hair, willing the little salty globs of dew to tumble down her yeasty cheeks. And I would laugh - cold and uncaring. Flinging bitter jibes at her, about how fat she was, and how she didn't fit in with us properly. This was true enough, of course. Andromeda was sweet, innocent and without spite. She was also a little bit dim - and none of these things could be said to be Black family traits.
I hated Bella being at school.It meant I was alone with my Mother's icey stares and cutting insults. I would sit alone in the big, draughty room that I shared with Bella and glare at the wall, imagining the day when I too would be able to go to Hogwarts, where I expected I would be fed properly, and never lonely. I also believed that if I did well in school I would impress Mother and she would love me again, like she did when Father was alive. The coming of my 11th birthday was something I clung to, with all the goodness and hope that was left in me. I had to go to school.
On the day of getting my letter, my Mother was furious. She had convinced herself that I was a squib - she didn't believe I should be allowed to go to Hogwarts. However, Andromeda pleaded, and my Mother gave way to what she believed was my sister looking out for my best intrests. She loved Andromeda - and treated her like any doting Mother would treat their child. I believe my little sister saw my leaving as her torture ending for a little bit every year - both me and Bella would be gone, so she could sit with Mother and be spoiled rotten, without us bullying her afterwards.
So Bellatrix went shopping with me. We bought robes and books and cauldrons - everything I needed to go to school properly. Bella met up with some of her friends from school and introduced them to me. They were cruel looking girls and boys, most of them burly and somewhat silent. My sister, as it turned out, was a legend amongst the Slythrin pupils who wanted to learn something a little outside of the curriculum. She was a dark arts whizz, and my Mother probably would have been extremely proud, if it wasn't for her growing madness and hatred of her two elder daughters.
My wand was gorgeous, long white wood, supple and perfect in my dainty fingers. It was filled with a unicorn tail hair, and shot out beautiful silver sparks whenever I flicked it. Mr Ollivander had looked suspicious when he handed over the gleaming, ash wand. He had whispered something under his breath, about how it was a wand perfect for the dark art...like my sister's. But I don't think I realised this at the time - my mind was concentrated on trying to remember what Bella had said about setting fire to the hems of muggle womens dresses.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
My Father died when I was 10. Mother said it was stress, and a hereditary weak heart. Ultimately, Bellatrix and I knew it was something far more sinister - but didn't like to pry.
Mother resented Father for dying, this was made obvious by her screaming rages at Bellatrix, who had my Fathers sleepy dark eyes, handsome square jaw, and sleek black tresses. She would flash her long, ruby red talons at my sisters face, grab clumps of her hair and pull back her head, screaming vile insults into her ear. "Stupid! Ugly! Pathetic! You'll never amount to anything! You'll just bring shame to this family!". Bella was 13, and tall for her age - but our Mother was a fierce woman, and we had always been taught never to do anything to disrespect our parents, or the most noble house of Black, so Bellatrix didn't shout back, or slap out, she just winced and took the abuse from our Mother.
Mother treated me, in some ways, worse than Bella. I looked too much like my Mother for her to like me. She looked at my white blonde ringlets and pale, angular face and saw herself, younger and more beautiful. Now she had put on weight, and her hair frizzed violently. She disliked herself. She looked in a mirror and saw a once elegant, rich woman gone to seed. She saw a woman with no husband, who left vicious bleeding rips across her daughters face, And so I was scorned, hissing insults were shot at me every moment I was in the same room as her - which was not often. She "forgot" to have the houselves lay my place at dinner - or even cook enough food for me. I was a wimp, spoiled, childish, stupid, scrawny...whatever my Mother found appropriate to spit at me.
Andromeda was Mothers favorite. She was 7, with perfectly straight, golden hair, that Mother liked to plait. Her cheeks were rosy, and she laughed in bright, giggling peals. She was chubby for our family, and looked like a doll in the frothy, pastel dresses Mother bought for her. She looked nothing like our Father, and we suspected that Andromeda was perhaps, not our full sister.
Our Mother's favoritism lead Bella and I to hating Andromeda. We treated her much like our Mother treated us - Bellatrix would slap and pinch at her, or tug at her silky gold hair, willing the little salty globs of dew to tumble down her yeasty cheeks. And I would laugh - cold and uncaring. Flinging bitter jibes at her, about how fat she was, and how she didn't fit in with us properly. This was true enough, of course. Andromeda was sweet, innocent and without spite. She was also a little bit dim - and none of these things could be said to be Black family traits.
I hated Bella being at school.It meant I was alone with my Mother's icey stares and cutting insults. I would sit alone in the big, draughty room that I shared with Bella and glare at the wall, imagining the day when I too would be able to go to Hogwarts, where I expected I would be fed properly, and never lonely. I also believed that if I did well in school I would impress Mother and she would love me again, like she did when Father was alive. The coming of my 11th birthday was something I clung to, with all the goodness and hope that was left in me. I had to go to school.
On the day of getting my letter, my Mother was furious. She had convinced herself that I was a squib - she didn't believe I should be allowed to go to Hogwarts. However, Andromeda pleaded, and my Mother gave way to what she believed was my sister looking out for my best intrests. She loved Andromeda - and treated her like any doting Mother would treat their child. I believe my little sister saw my leaving as her torture ending for a little bit every year - both me and Bella would be gone, so she could sit with Mother and be spoiled rotten, without us bullying her afterwards.
So Bellatrix went shopping with me. We bought robes and books and cauldrons - everything I needed to go to school properly. Bella met up with some of her friends from school and introduced them to me. They were cruel looking girls and boys, most of them burly and somewhat silent. My sister, as it turned out, was a legend amongst the Slythrin pupils who wanted to learn something a little outside of the curriculum. She was a dark arts whizz, and my Mother probably would have been extremely proud, if it wasn't for her growing madness and hatred of her two elder daughters.
My wand was gorgeous, long white wood, supple and perfect in my dainty fingers. It was filled with a unicorn tail hair, and shot out beautiful silver sparks whenever I flicked it. Mr Ollivander had looked suspicious when he handed over the gleaming, ash wand. He had whispered something under his breath, about how it was a wand perfect for the dark art...like my sister's. But I don't think I realised this at the time - my mind was concentrated on trying to remember what Bella had said about setting fire to the hems of muggle womens dresses.
END OF CHAPTER ONE