Who knew the people that start of good, turn evil. Three sisters United by blood, but so very different. One obeyed, one rebelled and one ended up somewhere in between. Some may say that their story is tragic and unfair. But isn't blood purity the underlying cause of their downfall?
The Black Manor was as eerie as ever with permanent grey clouds looming overhead. It started with a game, and ended with chaos. Little Narcissa ran into her older sister's room with a smile etched on her pale, sweet face; her blonde hair falling down her shoulders. As she entered the green room she rushed to pull on Andromeda's grey jacket.
"What Cissa, I'm busy getting ready for bed, as should you be." She told the youngest sister a frown on her face. Narcissa just huffed and held on tight to her little teddy bear Button, who was falling to pieces.
"I wanna play!" Narcissa pleaded with her to play a simple game of tag. Andromeda peeked out of her room hearing the distant sound of the radio and arguing. She pulled her brown hair up into a bun and grabbed Narcissa's hand pulling her to the third sister's room. Bellatrix swung open her door, her black walls made the room entirely pitch black. Many say Andromeda and Bellatrix are clones of each other, same hair, face and smile but different fates.
"Mother will punish us if she finds out-"
"She won't, we will be quiet." Interrupted Andromeda who stared at the eldest daughter with a look of pure seriousness. Bellatrix hesitantly agreed, shutting her door slowly, so as to not make a commotion.
They played tag until their lungs burned, stopping at every pause of voices. It was the last game, they promised, unaware of the consequences of one final game. Narcissa, who was looking behind her, ran straight into the small table carrying an expensive vase, causing it to smash on the ground with a crash. The three girls eyes widened as they looked at the mess. The sudden sound of heels on the floor made the little girl hold tighter onto the stuffed bear. Bellatrix pulled Narcissa back, behind her and shielded her from the wrath of their mother. Their mother's favourite vase - broken. Druella Black emerged from the darkness scowling at the three girls who had broken the rules. She took one look at the vase and her eyes seemed to darken. She was scary like that; intimidating.
"Who did it then, mhm?" She yelled, her voice not wavering as she stuck out a finger pointing in their direction. Narcissa now had tears streamed down her face, her bottom lip wobbling as she went to speak up.
"I did it, it was me, mother." Andromeda spoke as she looked up at their mother whose breath smelt of wine. It didn't take a second for Druella to reach out and grab her arm so tightly she was sure it would leave bruises the next day. Bellatrix held firmly onto her youngest sister, dragging her back to her room.
Narcissa laid in bed, Bellatrix sitting on the edge of the small bed. The screams of Andromeda could be heard from another universe, a reminder of what happens when they defy orders. Bellatrix wiped away Narcissa's tears as she tucked her in.
"Will mother forgive us..." Her voice breaking as she looked up, her eyes heavy.
"I do not know," Bellatrix told her truthfully, sighing. "But what does mother always say?" Bellatrix stood pushing her frizzy, black hair out of her eyes.
"Toujours pur..."
"Toujours pur." Bellatrix whispered.