Dearest Sister Reluctant Vampiress Reporter Boy Dementor's Toy

"There’s far too much going on behind those pretty lashes."The Wings of the Dove (1997).

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A letter from a worried Narcissa to her sister Bellatrix, when she was imprisoned after the first Wizarding War.

The truth is painful | @bellatheloyalwarrior


That hurt.  Bellatrix made Narcissa feel like all she was was shallow and superficial…which technically had more than a bit of truth to it.  ”You can go anywhere you want, too.  Change your name, change your…” She was about to say ‘change your looks’ but that would render more on the shallow side once again.  She never asked her sister how she really felt.  What she really wanted.  Narcissa couldn’t understand.  ”What makes you think I can manage knowing that you’re not okay?”

"Go where? My name has never been the problem. This is the only thing has made sense to me. Now that I know I can never be what our parents want…" Or give Rodolphus what he wants. “It’s what I have.”  She was arguing again. Why did she always end up in rows? She’d  wanted to paint today and not think about any of this. Narcissa asked why Bellatrix thought she could manage when she knew her sister wasn’t okay. “You’re going to have to, Cissy, this isn’t something easily fixed. And I don’t imagine I’ll be okay any time soon. You are my sister and I will support whatever you want to do with your life. But make sure it’s what you want not anyone else.”

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The truth is painful | @bellatheloyalwarrior


She shrugged.  ”You could always compel someone to approve the paperwork for you if you so choose,” Narcissa suggested.  In theory, it could work.  To have someone Imperiused so that Bellatrix could keep a child.  Anything to make her happy, right?  ”Well, in any case, we can convince them that you’re a…you would be a good provider,” the blonde nodded.  ”You have lots of room to spare and you’re wealthy.  You could always adopt overseas.”

"I imagine I could.But that’s a bit like cheating, isn’t it? Not that it matters." The only thing she had gained by being herself was part of the Death Eaters and Rodolphus. Though, she reflected that those two achievements were quite significant. It simply proved her point that trying to be society’s version of perfect was pointless. "Sure, I could provide. That’s never been an issue. The fact remains I would be a terrible mother. The only silver lining for any child of mine would be Rodolphus."

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Helena Bonham Carter’s brief cameo in Maurice.

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The Night They Lost It All [flashback] // bellatheloyalwarrior


He looked sharply to the Healer as she let go of him, indicating he should leave now while he still could. Rowntree left quickly and quietly. Any additional information he had, Rodolphus knew, would be left with their Head Elf. As the door closed he sat back on his heels, looking down at the bedspread. There were specks of blood there. He hadn’t noticed the blood before. At least he hadn’t noticed it anywhere but on his wife.

The thought made him look up at her. He couldn’t remember a time when she had looked so defeated. Not his strong and beautiful warrior. Quietly he moved from the bed to kneel at her feet. He took her hand in his, resting his forehead against it as he closed his eyes. He truly wasn’t sure in that moment what hurt more - the knowledge that they may never have children, or the fact that she didn’t realise how happy she made him just being his wife.

He was at a loss. He had always been more words and she had always been more action. But for the first time in his life he truly did not know what to say.

She opened her eyes when she felt Rodolphu’s touch.She lifted the hand he wasn’t holding and brushed her fingers against his cheek before she tilted his chin up.”Don’t kneel. It doesn’t suit you.” Her voice was critical, but whatever her voice expressed didn’t reach her eyes. I don’t like seeing you like this. Why can’t I just say what I mean? “Bed.” 

She didn’t have the words he needed. She didn’t know what to do. He was always there for her. And she couldn’t do this one thing? The thought angered her. Why is it always anger? What good does this do me? It heals nothing. It soothes nothing for either of us. "I’ll make them pay. I will." 

For hurting him. He would’ve been a wonderful father. Even if Bellatrix had looked upon her future duties of motherhood as mostly that, there had been the small hope that any child of theirs would not only be beautiful—they both had looks there was no denying that—but better. A mix of mother’s ambition with father’s ease of being? Not just strong, but loving, too?A credit to both of their families. 

bellatheloyalwarrior asked: "Please don’t go!"



"—-then give me a reason to stay, Bella.

She bit her lip, it was a fair point…”—I don’t remember you ever wanting me around anyways” Andromeda said instead.

"Then your memory is lacking,"said Bellatrix. "Or too short."