Always Pure – The Black Family
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I don't know where I am going with this chapter. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Zip A Dee Doo Dah – Song of the South
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
My, oh my what a wonderful day!
Plenty of sunshine heading my way
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
Mister Bluebird on my shoulder
It's the truth, it's actch'll
Ev'rything is satisfactch'll
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day!
To say that the two Black sisters never quite hit it off was an understatement, a massive understatement. Yet, over the three years since Andromeda was born, she and Bellatrix had become inseparable. Not only did Andromeda look up to her big sister, she practically did everything Bellatrix did.
If Bella had a green dress on, Andromeda had a green dress on. If Bella had a chocolate ice cream, Andromeda had a chocolate ice cream. If Bella got a new doll, Andromeda got a new doll. Yes, Andromeda loved her elder sister more than anything in the entire world.
But Bellatrix had a different idea. At the young age of four, she had already devised a plan to destroy her annoying younger sister. But first she had to be nice, a hard thing for her to do, but you know what they say 'Keep you friend close but your enemies closer'.
The two girls walked hand in hand in front of their parents. Bellatrix's ebony hair cascaded past her tiny shoulders and tickled the small of her back. Her perfect face was angelic, a calm before the storm. Andromeda came up to Bellatrix's shoulder. Her hair similar to Bella's, but it was a softer brown than Bella's black. Cygnus and Druella walked behind them. They barley talk to each other anymore, even thought Druella was pregnant. Again. Cygnus was not happy. He did not want to be disappointed. Again.
They were on their way to the healer for the baby's birth. After what Bellatrix did two years ago, the healers advised Druella to come to St Mungo's for this baby's birth as there could be complications. Another thing Cygnus was not impressed about.
Bellatrix held her little sisters hand as they entered the hospital. Maybe she could accidently on purpose lose Andy. Then it would be mummy and daddy and Bella, no Andy. Except Mummy was pregnant. Great.
Druella screamed as she pushed harder. The baby started to cry. It was alive, her son was alive. Finally, she would throw her annoying eldest child off her high horse. She could see the top of his small head buried in the arms of the healer. His small hand reaching for something. His mother thought Druella. At last the rotten child will be put in her place. The boy will be the greatest. The family name carried through generations. He will be above all mere mudbloods and bloodtrators. Heck he will be the highest of the Purebloods.
The baby sure had a set of lungs. Bellatrix could hear him from outside the room. She watched her father intently as he paced up and down the corridor, waiting to see his son and heir. Bellatrix couldn't understand the fascination with a boy. Yes. they were more fun than girls to play with, no tea parties and doll houses for Bella, but why her daddy wanted a boy was stupid. Bellatrix would be so a much smarter choice than any boy.
The door opened slightly, wide enough to hear the baby's howling grow louder, and the healer went to a still pacing Cygnus.
"Mr Black." His hands shaking. Daddy had that impression on most people. He was high up in the ministry. Cygnus whipped around. His eyes full of worry and joy at the same time.
"Madame Black has had the bab –"
"Yes, we can hear that" Bellatrix cut in.
"Quiet Bella." His voice screaming no nonsense "And the child? Is it alright?"
"Yes, Mr Black. The baby is as healthy as a unicorn, only much much prettier. Mr Black, I must say, you daughter is a wonder to behold. Never have I seen a new born baby with such raw beauty. She will grow to be a fine woman, Sir."
"She?" Bellatrix asked not skipping a beat. "you mean it is a girl? I have another sister"
"Yes Miss. A beautiful baby girl." Bellatrix could not help herself, a small smile plaing on her lips. Haha. Mother would not be happy. A girl. Haha.
"Another girl." Cygnus whispered to himself. "what am I going to do with another girl?" He bent down to retrieve a sleeping Andromeda. Gathering himself together he turned to the healer.
"Well. What are you just standing around for boy? Show me to my wife and daughter." The healer rushed to open the door for Cygnus. He clutched to a still giggling Bellatrix and a sleeping Andromeda and entered his wife's room. What use could he have for a daughter?
The baby is a girl. Mummy's going to hurl. Daddy's going to curl. Bella's going to twirl. The baby is a girl. Bellatrix was happy. So happy she wanted to sing, and cry and laugh all at the same time. Three things you would NEVER catch Bellatrix Black doing. The baby was a girl. Haha!
She entered her mother's hospital room first. A smug smile on her pretty face. Druella waned to smack her there and then. But it wasn't Druella smacking her child, it was Druella getting smacked.
Cygnus's hand left a giant welt across her post-labour red face.
"You fool!" He screamed "You stupid girl! You promised me a boy. An heir to my fortune! Instead you give me a pathetic moron of a girl. She is of no use to me!"
"A child for you to love!"
"You ignorant fool! I don't care for love. What is love when you have money and power? I only love one girl. And not this stupid one you have brought into this family!"
"How dare you!" Druella on the verge of tears, her arms reaching for the baby. "Not even five minuets old and you already hate the baby! What has she ever done to you?"
"She exists! That's what she has done!"
"Look at her and then tell me you cant love her the way you love that raven haired harpy you call a daughter!" Thrusting the baby into a fuming Cygnus' arms she fell back onto her fluffy white pillows exhausted.
Cygnus held the baby from him. He resented it. How dare it be a girl.
Bellatrix stood in the corner of the room, a favourite place of hers, watching her parent fight with one another. She loved when they fought. Mummy nearly always lost. Andromeda on the other hand was hiding behind her big sister. She had always been afraid of her daddy, especially when he was so mean to mummy. It wasn't something she liked to watch.
Cygnus still stood at arms length from the baby, refusing to take one look at it. His eyes rested on his two daughters, standing in the corner of the room. Bellatrix walked slowly towards him. Her eyes swimming with delight, delight that Cygnus could not understand.
"Daddy," Bellatrix began in her sweetest voice "can I see it? Can I see the baby?"
Druella did not like this. Druella did not like this at all. Who knew what sort of thing the brat would do to her baby.
"Cygnus," She tried to reason with him "No. Don't let her touch her."
"Quiet! You have no say in these matters. Bella, princess, why do you want to look at this...this...thing?"
Bellatrix looked up at him. Her big eyes looking innocent. "I want to see it daddy." She would normally get away with an answer like this. Without an answer Bellatrix reached for her father arms to be brought down to her level. Cygnus knelt and watched as his eldest daughter admired his youngest.
This baby was different. She was nothing like Andy when she was little. This baby is perfect. Bellatrix could not take her eyes of her. Her small face angelic. Her tuff of blonde hair sat perfectly on top of her porcelain skin. Her small mouth widened to an O as she yarned. Cygnus bent over the baby and finally took his first look at her.
She looked fragile, breakable, yet the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Bellatrix felt a strange emotion wash over her. She wanted to protect this baby. She would let no harm come to her as long as she lived. She was as beautiful as a flower.
"Narcissa" Bellatrix whispered.
"What did you say child?" Her mother injected from across the room.
"Narcissa?" Cygnus repeated "Narcissa Black? Narcissa Aphrodite Black. A child of pure beauty. And she will be a woman of even greater beauty."
And she was a beautiful baby girl, held warmly in the arms of her pureblood father, adored over by her strong, independent sister, watched from afar by her quiet, lonely sister and ignored mother. Yes, this baby would be a beauty, an asset to the world, a black with a story to tell.