A/N: updated 5-13-20
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Muddy, Muddy…where are you hiding?' The black figure sing-songed to the now darkened street...
The three black sisters couldn't have been more different if they tried.
Andromeda Tonks née Black
Andy had always been the caring one. The first Black born had been doted upon, Druella and Cignus had indeed been the most kind to her.
The now infamous Black family blood purity ramblings didn't begin until after Andy had brought home her first friend from Hogwarts. The appearance of her best mate Lily, a well known Muggleborn, made something snap in her parents that changed the course of the sunshine kid's life forever. Really, the blood status of her chosen life partner was inevitable after that experience. Andy didn't care that Ted was muggleborn, he was kind and so smart. These attributes to his character were more important than all of the pure blood families combined.
The hasty plan to run away and marry after graduation was not well thought through. The several Crucios and hexes sent her way by her father hurt so badly, she shuttered even 20 years later at the memory. The pain of rejection from her parents and siblings seemed to hurt more than the harsh Unforgivables. Sent away with only the torn, bloody ruined clothes barely hanging on her thin frame, and trunk left at school, she crawled away to the nearest apparition point into a new life.
Narcissa Malfoy née Black
Narcissa the cold one, prim and proper, pleasing her parents, taking their now overly vocal prejudiced word as fact. After her eldest sister had been so painfully cast out she and Bellatrix had to endure much harsh lectures and beatings, so that such accidents weren't repeated in the younger two siblings . Belief in blood purity and needing to reposition the Black honor and name in society led the harshest of the beatings.
Narcissa's love of daisy's, unicorn rides, and cuddle time with her stuffie snakey snake had to take a backseat to daily etiquette lessons. She had to learn the family tree lines of all proper magical houses, had to grow up fast, and accept her life to be. As such, the blonde child's bleeding heart had to harden, it had to grow cold. Keeping her actual thoughts obscured and close to the vest became paramount in her world. Any deviance from what was expected had resulted in near death physical abuse.
To add insult to injury she was resigned to her life as a brainless proper purebred housewife. Not many knew that Cissy had been such a talented healer in school, but not being a male her entire worth lay in the space between her legs.
The parental Blacks set the union between the previously happy and sweet Cissy with the creepy coward of a boy Luscious Malfoy.
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After the forced union, the only joy Narcissa could allow herself was her handsome Dragon, her Draco. Her only motivation now was his well-being. She wanted her Dragon to want for nothing to not suffer as she had all of her life. So motivated by this need to nurture her son, she built her façade tighter, created even more ice in her stare. Cissy navigated the tricky upper society with smooth elegance and re-established the Malfoy and Black names for her son's legacy. As a true cunning snake in such an attractive package at times of need she used her sex appeal to her family's advantage, always hunting, never delivering at those sensual flirtations. Few could argue or deny the infamous Black sister's beauty, even fewer could deny the blonde beauty anything she demanded for her Dragon.
Bellatrix Lestrange née Black
The third, and most infamous sister Bellatrix, often termed the crazy one. In truth, the onyx headed Black was a constant war of emotions in search of a rhyme or reason in the chaos of her mind.
As a child she had an insatiable curiosity at the world around her. Mostly she was curious about all things dark and powerful.
It is said those children that torture or harm pets show a psychotic personality…well let's just say they weren't far off the mark with Bella.
Hexing the house elves, burning butterflies, and kicking the horses when they would attempt to bite her. These and more happened before she was even a teen. She could be seen talking to no one, but would speak in a demented tone. Don't misunderstand dementia for unintelligence, oh no she was smart, very smart but something just wasn't right about her.
Her eldest sister had a way of soothing the inner torment of the dark headed sister, sisterly bonds ran deep in this family. However, after Andy left any good that was still in Bella had been taken away. The overbearing parents had their hooks so deeply in Bella that she could only turn out dark. Bellatrix blamed Ted Tonks with taking away her sister, the filthy mudblood took away her one and only true support.
Her Lord, her new savior…settled her crazy mind at times, tempered it for his own ends. However, that stint in Azkaban had left her with more than a few nervous ticks.
She had needs, as any woman would…Azkaban had introduced her to more creatures of the night than she had ever met previously in her pure blood sheltered life.
As she liked to torture house elves and other various creatures in her youth, she delighted in finding out that more fuzzy powerful beings could satisfy her more carnal needs. The beings submitting to her willing or unwilling, it didn't seem to matter to her…. Werewolves had become her favorite new toy…The dark primal force that was a wolf had driven her to more ecstasy than that of her many flings outside her marital bed, to say nothing of the absolute let down of her husband's performance had been...
Which is what drove her to the sleepy muggle neighborhood where the know-it-all mudpup supposedly resided.
Holding the young muddy at the Ministry, Bellatrix was surprised to find out of the know-it-all muddy's new affliction. While Bella would never sully herself with a filthy mudblood, when she learned of the lycanthropy she was entranced. Their nature was so primal, so out of control, it exhilarated Bella in a way her other conquests couldn't. She had hoped by killing the filthy muggles that gave the pup life, she would be pursued. An enraged wolf was indeed a thing of beauty when defiling after all…
The unmistakable smell of the Black family magic brought her out of her lecherous thinking. ….hmmm it seems my eldest sister must have helped the young mudpuppy…the crazed witch thought to herself.
Quickly, the talented witch went to the source of the magical residue. Strong wards and what seemed like a possible Fidelius charm hid away what could only be the mudpup's domicile. Only the most skill led of the darkest of Blacks could sense these wards.
The stench of muggles was as clear as day. A dark sneer covered the previously gorgeous face, forever marred and changed by her time in Azkaban.
As stealthily as she could, she began methodically undoing the wards and protective charms. Minutes passed by, and sweat was growing on her brow…definitely Andy's handiwork…the pureblood witch thought to herself.
At the end of what must have been over 40 minutes of hard spell work, a devious smile adorned the crazed witch's lips.
'Still good, but not good enough sister of mine'. Bellatrix sing-songed to seemingly no one.
Wards now taken down, the dark witch whispered a simple alohomora and snuck into the back door. Preoccupied with the previous spell work and smell of Black magical residue in the air she crept in. Had she not been preoccupied she would have noticed that the residence had been strangely quiet…
The third step on the stairs creaked loudly as Bellatrix cursed her feet, flattening herself against the wall she waited silently for the sounds she just knew would be coming any minute.
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But nothing ever came
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She raised a single eyebrow and looked side to side. The house groaned in protest, but otherwise no other sound was made. Smiling she continued silently shanking her head clear and continued. Once at the top of the stairs she dashed into the first bedroom with gusto. She was not a witch to waste time, the thrill of the hunt filling her veins, an Avada on the tip of her tongue as she walked into…
Nothing…
Dead silence…
It seemed the parents were not in their bedroom. On second thought, where had all of their things gone? Finally noticing the silence…
A brewing storm built on the dark witch's face.
Hurriedly she rushed to the only other bedroom upstairs, and again nothing. Running room to room she discovered what she had overlooked in her haste…
They had escaped, not just with their lives, but with everything that made a home as well!
Bellatrix let out a horrifying scream of rage.
'That filthy mudpup thinks she can outsmart me!'
She quickly apparated outside of the domicile and released her most terrifying fiendfyre on the unsuspecting muggle house.
Boom!
The house blew to a million pieces.
'Mosmordre' Bellatrix screeched and dark cloudy skull appeared with a serpent like tongue slithering its way out covered the nights' sky…