Always Pure – The Black Family
Fame (I'm going to live forever) – Fame the Musical
Baby look at me
And tell me what you see
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time I'll make you forget the rest
I got more in me
And you can set it free
I can catch the moon in my hands
Don't you know who I am
Remeber my name
Fame
I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna learn how to fly
High
I feel it coming together
People will see me and cry
Fame
I'm gonna make it to heaven
Light up the sky like a flame
Fame
I'm gonna live forever
Baby remember my name
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No one could doubt that this girl would be great.
"Cygnus Black." A woman screamed. Her pretty blonde head beaded with sweat as she tried to bring her new baby into the world. "I. Hate. You." Screaming she pushed again, forcing her hatred to her husband out. He was the one causing her this pain. He did it to her. It was his entire fault!
Cygnus stood in the door way of the room, to frightened of his wife's hormonal furry to venture in any further. He was giddy with excitement. His son would be arriving soon. His hair. One on carry on the Black name. His thoughts were interrupted by another ear piercing scream. He watched as his wife clung to the bed head, her face squished in pain as she pushed.
A damp towel was placed gently on her red forehead. Her eyes snapped up, looking her sister-in-law straight in the eye. A triumphant smirk on her lips. She was having the first baby. The Black hair. She knew her sister-in-law was furious, so furious that she asked to be there at the birth. An odd request, but Druella was going to give her the hardest time.
"What do you think you're doing?" she barked at her sister-in-law. Walburga's face hardened. "How is this stupid piece of fabric supposed to help? Stupid!"
"Well what do you want me to do? Have the baby for you?"
"Ladies" Cygnus cut in. Two pairs of furious eyes darted in his direction. If looks could kill, Cygnus would be a dead man. Twice.
Druella's eyes screwed up in pain. She knew this was it. The last one. She could feel it now. Her baby boy was coming. She could feel him making his way out. Quite roughly, she thought, but then again he is a boy. Druella could picture him. Beautiful Cygnus Pollux, his fist birthday, his first time to Hogwarts, his wedding day. Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt when she could not push any more. Relief washed over her as she heard him cry. Her baby.
Walburga held the baby in her arms and smiled. This was not the baby they wanted. Her eyes gazed over her niece. Yes, differently a girl. She was overjoyed. She still had a chance.
"What a beautiful baby." She started, plunking the baby into her brother's arms. "Must be off. Lot's to do and no time to do it. Good luck." She sis have thing to do. Find her husband and make the Black heir. Quickly. Dashing out of the room, leaving a startled Cygnus and Druella in her wake.
Cygnus look down at the baby in his arms. He was beautiful, everything a Black should be. His dark eyes almost as dark as his tuff of hair sprouting on top of his head. Everything perfect, he thought scanning his child in a similar way to his sister, almost perfect. His heart sunk. No wonder Walburga left in such a hurry. This child was not an heir.
"A girl." Druella heard from her husband whisper. A girl? WHAT! That was not what she wanted. She was supposed to be a boy. A BOY! Her precious Cygnus Pollux.
"Are you sure?" Her whisper was barley even audible.
"What do you think? That I can't even tell if my child is a girl or a boy? Do you really think I am that stupid? Ha?"
"Don't yell at me! This isn't my fault –"
"Not your fault? You were the one carrying this thing for the past nine months. Shouldn't you have known what it was?"
"Well excuse me if I don't have a built in detector. I didn't know I required one!"
"All women are supposed to have one! This isn't fair!"
He looked down to the bundle of joy, if he could use that work, in his arms. Her small features intelligent, as if she knew what was going on, and eyes staring into her fathers, trying to see my soul, he thought to himself. Slowly he walked over to where his wife lay, sobbing about her failure to produce an heir. Sitting by her side he place his daughter into her arms.
Druella was heartbroken. Her baby boy was never here. Instead this girl. Looking down into her arms the baby, struggled, wanting to return to her father. Great, she thought, it already had favourites. A clap of thunder rang through the room. Trust this baby to be born on such a horrid evening, it will be a horrible child, she thought. Yet, Cygnus had other ideas. A baby girl, born on the blackest of nights, this could only mean one thing. Looking into the tear strained eyes of his wife. "She is going to do wonders."
"I think she will be ghastly," she said looking down her nose at the baby.
"What shall we name her?" Ignoring his wife's previous comment.
"I don't care; maybe we should just throw it out of the window."
"Do that and I will see to it that you will never be able to walk again. In fact you won't be able to move." His voice harsh and unforgiving. It was obvious that he and the child had made a connection.
"Fine." Giving into defeat was never one of Druella's strong points, but she knew that her husband held no empty threat.
"She will be a warrior. A skilled witch, I will teach her everything I know. But she has to be named after a star." He looked over to his wife, who was staring out of the window, watching as the rain rattled against the window.
"What about Bellatrix. A star and a female warrior. There done, not get it out of my sight."
"Bellatrix," he mused "such as strong name. Bellatrix Lesath. Yes. She will do wonders my Bellatrix." He held her close as he made his way across the room.
"She will be famous. Immortal in the eyes of the history books. You will see."
His wife now crying. Druella held her stomach, now empty of the thing that was her daughter. All I wanted was a son, she thought, but I am given a demon.