So here is another drabble, this one from Bellatrix point of view. I wanted to try something different ;)
Word count:220
Not Like Glass
Her mother always said it. Her father looked at her that way too, and she he wasn't the only one in the family who thought it true.
"You're like glass, my dearest daughter. You're beautiful, and solid, but if you fall you will shatter."
She didn't want to be like glass. She didn't want to be considered fragile. She was strong, and she'd prove it to them all, just how powerful and unbreakable she would be - just how much she could be. She wouldn't shatter, she wouldn't break, and she would never fall.
She was a Black, and she'd never let anyone tell her she was like glass.
That was why she liked to be with her cousin. He respected her, and when he looked at her she felt like she'd never break. She'd always remember his soft voice talking to her after her mother made that horrible speech one time too many…
"Don't worry, I'll un-shatter you if you fall." Maybe this was why Regulus was the one person she liked in her family – not her sisters, one too strong the other too cute.
Maybe he had been young, but she knew he had meant it. However, her goal was to never need that help. Never.
Because with him by her side, she'd never fall.