Always Pure - The Black Family
I forgot in the previous chapter that I own nothing (tear) of the Harry Potter franchise. Lucky J.K. A/N I have made Bellatrix two year older than Andromeda, because the wiki doesn't have her actually birth down.
Plans - Birds of Tokyo
We made plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Shedding skin you show your beauty scars
Don't forget me or who you are
You know this don't feel right
Who knows what we feel?
I just met you I can read your thoughts
What they tell me is what I want
I'll keep you guessing keep you wanting more
'Cos where we're going no one knows
You know this don't feel right
Who knows this could feel right
I just met you, I swear I read your thoughts
So don't forget me or what you want
It's defiantly a boy this time. I can feel it. Druella's hand rubbed her swollen belly affectionately. She will not be disappointed again; she will not have another Bellatrix. She shuddered at the thought.
At only two, Bellatrix was a right terror. Running down the halls, knocking over everything in sight, drawing on the walls, covering an entire room in mud, another in shredded paper from Druella's favourite books, and terrorising the house elves forcing them so unruly things that no other two year old would think up of. Oh, and that was only this morning.
Furious, Druella would storm into her husband's study.
"Your daughter is a right menace, did you know that?" Her pregnant stomach aching as she screeched at Cygnus. "Running around like a common mudblood! Destroying everything in sight! Did you see what she did to my books?"
"Your books were silly." He said simply.
"That's it? That's all you are going to say to me?"
"Yep."
Druella's eyes widened in shock. She was used to this from her husband, favouring his daughter over his wife, but to say it so rudely. She would not have it. Standing up and escaping through the door, only to find that bratty child listening through the key hole.
"You pathetic excuse for a daughter! You are no use to me! I knew from the moment you were born that you would be horrid. I knew it." Bellatrix was unfazed at the insults being thrown at her. Her pretty face held a smirk. The smirk that sent Druella over the edge. Bending down to her little demon, a forced smile at her lips. If she couldn't hit the child then she would torment it.
"You know how we told you that you will be having a little baby brother?" Druella asked sweetly. Bellatrix just nodded.
"Well, this little baby will be mummies favourite." Bellatrix remained unfazed. Her mummy wouldn't do that!
"And Daddies." This hit hard. Druella could see it in her eyes. "Because mummy and daddy only love children that can carry on the Black name and because you are just a girl you can't do that. So you will have to be second best. In fact you can come after the house elves. They do things for mummy and daddy and are not a thorn in their sides. Maybe we should give the baby your room and you can sleep outside with the gardeners? What do you think Bellatrix?" She knew she had done it. Thrown queen Bellatrix off her all mighty thrown.
Bellatrix was furious. Never has anyone ever talked down to her before! She is a Black, for Merlin's sake! Her mother was going to pay. Ever so slightly, Bellatrix eyed the large bulge in her mother's stomach. If she loved the baby so much why doesn't she just have it right now? Bellatrix's drew back her tiny foot and kicked with all her might. The thing in mother's stomach is just a quaffle, she thought to herself.
Druella screamed as Bellatrix's shoe came in contact with her stomach. The force pushed her backwards, off her feet and into the glass table behind her. The shattered glass pierced her skin. Blood poured from her body, yet, it was her stomach that was in the most pain. She knew she had to get it out. NOW. Or he would surely die. Her eyes began to blur. No, she thought, not now. Not before the baby is out. Before she blacked out she called for her husband.
Bellatrix watched with a disturbing fascination. Her mother lying in a pool of her own blood. It was a satisfying feeling to know that she could over throw this old woman. Hopefully, the baby will die, she thought to herself. After a few minutes she began to grow bored. Turning on her heel she skipped towards her room to play with her doll house. A better way to spend her time, she thought.
Cygnus heard a commotion outside of his study. Most people would be curious to find out what was going on, but with a child like Bellatrix, a commotion is something of the norm. He chuckled to himself. She was a beautiful child, there were no doubts about that, but she could be a right handful at times. Even though she was not the boy he had desperately wanted he could not deny that she had captured his heart.
Cygnus left his study, in hopes to find his special girl, only to stumble across his unconscious wife. Well crap, he thought.
"Bella" He called. She had to know something about this. She really was a handful.
"Yes, Father?" Bellatrix glided down the hall, still clutching her favourite doll in her small arms.
"Do you know what happened to you mother? She is in quite a bad state."
"It's not Bella's fault daddy." Her innocent voice was laced with something of false sorrow. "Mummy was saying all these mean things about Bella. She said the baby was her favourite. It was mean!"
"Oh Bella." Cygnus kneeled down to his crying daughter. She could put on a good show, that's for sure. "Did you do something to mummy?"
"No."
"Did you do something to the baby?" He asked again
"He is mean. I kicked him."
Cygnus' eyes opened wide. Crap.
"We have to get mummy to the healers. They will help keep the baby alive."
"But I don't want the baby alive! It's mean!"
Ignoring his daughter, Cygnus took his wife in his arms, grabbed hold of Bellatrix's hand and apparated into the hospital.
It was a rather boring day at the hospital, until Cygnus Black came. Everyone knew who Cygnus Black was, he was, after all, a Black. Holding his unconscious wife in his arms and trying to keep a grip on a little dark haired girl as she struggled to be set free. She was a wild one.
Cygnus, rushed over to the receptionist.
"I need a healer. Now."
"Right away, Mr Black."
A healer apparated to his side. He placed his wife in the stretcher and grasped his daughter by her shoulders. Looking straight into her dark eyes he shook her.
"Bellatrix, what you have done here is very serious. Your mother could die. You brother could die. I am very angry with you." Slapping her on the face, making sure she understood the seriousness of what she had done.
"Mr Black."
Cygnus turned around sharply, facing the young healer.
"What?"
"She needs to have the baby now, Sir. It is a miracle that she hasn't lost it already."
"Do what you have to do. Keep them both safe." His voice was laced with fear. If he lost Druella he would be left to raise Bellatrix alone. That was not a good thought.
Bellatrix was bored. Mummy had gone into the hospital two hours ago. There was nothing to do here but sit on these hard plastic chairs. It was all mummies fault, making Bella wait. It isn't fair. Daddy wouldn't even look at her let alone talk to her. So she wanted to find something else.
A boy around Bella's age was sitting across from her. He had blazing red hair and a freckly face. Bella found him quite funny. Standing up she went over to where the boy was sitting, playing with something Bellatrix had never seen before.
"What's that?"
The red head boy looked up at her.
"Sorry?" He asked
"That." Bellatrix said pointing to the thing he held in his hand. "What is it?"
"It's called a rubics cube. It's a toy."
"How does it work?"
"You mix it all around and then you try to put all the colours on one side. It's pretty fun."
"It doesn't look like fun. It looks stupid! It's not even magic is it?"
"Ummm no." The boy hung his head. "But my daddy said not to tell anyone that. It's a muggle toy you see."
"Ewwww, MUGGLE!" Bellatrix gasped. She hoped her daddy didn't hear that.
"Bellatrix Black!" Crap he heard. "Get away from that Blood traitor! You Stupid girl, associating with common filth, I thought I raised you better." Cygnus grabbed hold of Bellatrix, yanking her away from the boy with the muggle toy. If daddy was mad before, he was furious now. I gotta get out of here, thought Bellatrix eying the exit.
Cygnus was not happy. Not only did his only daughter try to kill her baby brother, but then she goes and associates with Blood Traitors. The nerve of that child was astonishing. He sat down in the chair he had just unoccupied, forcing Bellatrix to lie across his lap, bottom in the air. He knew this was to only way to treat the child in public, no one would understand if he used an unforgivable. He could see the fear in her eyes as he raised his hand, preparing to strike at her.
"Daddy." Came Bellatrix's anxious cries, "Please daddy. I didn't mean it. I just got mad. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. And the boy. I didn't know who he was. Please daddy, no!"
"A likely story." Cygnus hit the child. His large hard made a sickening sound against his daughters behind. Her screams filled the air. He raised his hand a second time before –
"Mr Black?"
Cygnus' eyes shot up. Who was this person to disturb him while he was teaching?
"What?" He demanded
The young healer took in the scene with great interest. Mr Black, his round face red with angst and black eyes dancing dangerously, held a young girl with the same black hair, one that people could only presume as his daughter, across his lap. The screaming child thrust about, trying to escape his grasp he held her in.
"You wife, Mrs Druella, is awake."
Cygnus lowered his hand. She was awake, his wife. She had survived but what about –
"The boy?" Cygns asked the healer
"Boy?"
"Yes, the baby. How is he?" This could not be good. If this healer knew non of his boy that he may not have lived. The healer chucked.
"But Mr Black, the baby is quite well." Cygnus let out a sign of relief, releasing some of his hold on Bellatrix.
"But there is one thing Mr Black. The baby? It is a girl."
Cygnus stood up, letting Bellatrix fall on the floor. She was of no importance right now.
Bellatrix took this as her chance to escape. Slowly making her way to the exit sign. She would escape, yes, and then find the baby. It is giving her nothing but trouble. Slowly, she called. Almost there, she thought he arm reaching out to the door handle above her small head. She could taste freedom. No more Mummy. No more Daddy. No more stupid baby. Just Bellatrix.
"Another girl." Bellatrix hear her father whisper. He didn't sound to impressed.
"Show me to Druella and the child." He ordered. Grabbing Bellatrix by the collar of her shirt. There goes my master plan, Bellatrix thought as she was being hoisted down the hall into the room her mother was occupying.
Druella's eyes left the sleeping girl in her arms as her husband came in dragging that child along with him. The child that had cursed her. How she loathed it. Cygnus rushed to her bedside, his face showed no emotion, yet, she knew he was deeply disappointed. He looked down to the child. She was so small. He could not help but to draw comparisons between his daughters. Her dark hair softer than Bellatrix's. Her eyes warm while Bellatrix's were cold. Her small face kind, while Bellatrix's stubborn. She wasn't as pretty as Bellatrix had been, yet she still held the same air of power.
"What do we name her?" Cygnus looked at his wife. Her eyes warm now that she knew he had accepted the baby.
"A star again?"
"It's a Black tradition, but something kinder, gentler, and more peaceful." He racked his brains.
"Andromeda" that was her name. A name that suited this child. Her eyes opened when he called her name. She smilled.
"I think she likes it." Druella stated, her eyes filling with tears. Finally a girl that would not be as troublesome as the first one. She held her child to her breast as Cygnus wrapped his arms around them both. They were the perfect family.
Bellatrix stood watching the scene. Her family had forgotten about her. But she was the first born. This was not fair! Her small features turned into something along the lines of a sneer. She hated this baby, this Andromeda, what a stupid name, she hated it with all her little heart. She would get her revenge on it soon. The baby will be disowned, she told herself, and I will be the favourite Black again.