Chapter 2
Dark clouds blanketed overhead as Bellatrix walked towards a complex of houses. Two of the houses that stood next to each other were labeled as number eleven and number thirteen.
The three sisters watched as their father held out his wand and muttered something under his breath. Suddenly a building seemed to emerge out of nowhere and stood in between the two other houses.
The house that had emerged was older and darker than the other houses. It was labelled number twelve.
Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa followed their father up the old stone steps of number twelve. Bellatrix looked up at the door to see a silver snake that took the place of the door knocker. Cygnus knocked on the door a few times using the snake. The three sisters had gone to the house many times before but hadn't been since their mother's death.
Footsteps could be heard walking towards the door. Suddenly the door had swung open and a small house elf stood at the door to greet them.
"Mistress and Master Black are waiting in the drawing room for you." the house elf croaked.
The three sisters and their father followed the house elf into the drawing room. Orion Black was standing near the fireplace while Walburga sat, cradling a baby.
"Cygnus! It's good of you to come! Hello, Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa!" Orion said happily.
"So, I'm guessing that is your new son," said Cygnus, as he pointed towards the baby Walburga held.
"Wait, we have a cousin now?" Andromeda asked curiously.
"Yes, this is Sirius," Walburga replied as she stood up.
Bellatrix tried to hold in a laugh when she heard the name but ended up laughing out loud.
"Bellatrix, might I ask what is so funny?" Orion asked.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, it's just why would anyone name their child Sirius? What if they're not serious at all?"
"Bella, it's not something to joke about. You realize there have been other Sirius' in the family." Andromeda told her older sister.
Bellatrix suddenly went silent and made an O shape with her mouth.
"Well, Bellatrix, why don't you go help Kreacher make some tea," Walburga suggested.
"But, I'm sure he can do it perfectly well on his own," Bellatrix argued. She looked up at her father to see him give her a disapproving look.
Bellatrix marched out of the room angrily and slumped herself on the floor against the wall and began to cry.
Small footsteps could be heard walking towards her and she looked up to see the house elf standing beside her.
"Is Miss Bellatrix okay?" he asked.
"Why would I be? I'm a failure to everyone."
"Miss Bellatrix isn't a failure to Kreacher."
"Well at least someone thinks so. You can truly be kind when you want to. I guess I should help you even if I don't to." Bellatrix stood up and followed Kreacher to the kitchen.
Soon enough Bellatrix carried the tea tray to the door of the drawing room. Before she opened the door she put her ear up to the door and listened to what her family was talking about.
"-Well, I guess some things never change. But if Bellatrix doesn't start learning some manners soon, she'll have no friends at all." she heard her uncle say.
Bellatrix quickly opened the door, almost spilling the tea tray.
"Bella, you brought the tea! We didn't think you were coming back!" Walburga said kindly.
"Why? Did you not want me to come back? I can leave if you want me to." Bellatrix asked calmly.
Everyone went silent as they all realized what had happened.
Without another word, Bellatrix left the room once again but walked up the stairs to the room where she usually stayed.
The room was dark and cold but still had grandeur to it. Bellatrix looked around before walking over to the desk that she usually worked at when she was bored.
The desk was covered with a few photos but only one photo stood out from the rest, it was a moving picture with Bellatrix sitting on her mother's lap with them both smiling gleefully.
Druella had looked much different than Bellatrix, with her blonde hair and blue eyes. Bellatrix had noticed that Narcissa had looked more like Druella than anyone else in the family.
Bellatrix knew that all of those happy memories that she once had would all turn dark and desolate the more she thought about them. Those were the times when no one considered her a failure. Now everything had changed and it seemed like the past was a whole different universe. If only one could choose their fate, maybe, just maybe, Druella could have lived.