Cissy was my mother's child. She had all the graces of a good, pure-blood witch. She was raised to be a lady. She was beautiful, poised, and every pure-blood wizard's dream. Meda was so easy to love. She was clever and smart without rubbing your face in it. She was funny, good-natured, and easily everyone's favorite Black sister.
Me, well...I was always the best at magic. I could perform the "unforgivable" curses perfectly by the time I was thirteen. No one dared to cross me, not even my own family. My father took me under his wing at an early age and I became somewhat the son he always wanted. I had his thirst for action, his temper, and his understanding of the truth of our blood. My mother saw our blood status as an invitation into high-class society, but my father and I knew that it meant we had a duty to the wizarding world. We had a duty to remind half-bloods, mudbloods, and muggles where they stood.
Beneath us.
When my sister, my own blood, married the mudblood, she became nothing more than a disgusting mark on the Black family crest. She ruined our name, our legacy, and our blood. I knew I had to work harder to show the world what we Blacks were capable of. What pure-blood really meant.
I married Lestrange to appease my family and show that at least one sister had sense. He was nothing but a puppet to me, but I did not know what else I could do. We pure-bloods were united in beliefs, but had no one to rally around. No leader to our cause. I had no other route.
But then I met him.
He was perfect. From the moment I first saw him, I knew he was going to change the world, and I would be right by his side. His quest was everything I'd ever wanted in life. I joined his group, Death Eaters, as he calls us, as soon as I could. I was branded with his mark, dedicating my body and my soul to his purpose. I was his. I am his.
He still hasn't realized how dedicated I am to him, how willing I am to do anything for him. I would go to Azkaban for him. I would kill my own mother for him. I would kill myself for him if he needed it. There is not a single thing that I would not do for him. He is the single thought in my mind.
I volunteer for everything he needs. I give him all my ideas. I sit at his feet like a child watching his master. He is my master. I have so much to learn from him.
The longer I spend with him, the more I've come to resent my husband. I care nothing for him. He's nothing more than a tool that's lost its use. He stands in my way. I could go so much further without that marriage. The Dark Lord would trust me if I had no husband. He would love me if I had no husband.
And together we would rule over the filthy muggles, mud-bloods, and all the nasty creatures of the world. They have only one place, and that is beneath us. He alone understands that thought completely. He alone knows what we can do. And that powerful, unstoppable look on his face, that incredible, controlling look he has when his is carrying out his plans...It reminds me of myself. We both understand what power is and how we should take it.
We belong together.
And I will dedicate my heart, soul, sanity, and life to his cause at any cost. Someday, he'll see that I am truly his. And when he does, we will seize power together and be truly unstoppable.
Together.