My sister’s keeper | Bella & Cissy
Malfoy Manor
May 1979
@always-pure
She was a storm. Everywhere that Bellatrix went a storm followed. Whether it be a loud thunderous affair or a violent terror or a quiet rainfall, it was always a storm. There were plenty of time that Druella had tried to tame the storm. “A proper lady should be seen and not heard.” But like one cannot wish away the rain, Druella could not halt the sheer force that was her eldest daughter. And so, the storm arrived in Malfoy manor, not with the gentle drumming of a fist upon the door, but with a loud clap of thunder.
“Narcissa!”
She hadn’t heard from Cissy in days. It was absolutely unacceptable for that to be the case. The sisters were as close as ever, closer even, in Bellatrix’s mind, since the fall of the Ministry. They should be celebrating the victory for which they had been raised to expect. The world was becoming safer for her Cissy. Everything she did was for Narcissa. Always. And Forever.
“Cissy?!”
Bellatrix had apparated suddenly into the foyer of Malfoy Manor before storming around looking for her baby sister. Not so much a baby since her marriage, but still the youngest of the Black daughter. She hadn’t heard word from her sister since Rodolphus’ ascension to Minister of Magic. It was unlike Cissy and it made Bellatrix suspicious. Concerned perhaps, in the depths of her mind, but more so suspicious that something was wrong with her sister.
Doors flew open as Bellatrix searched for Narcissa until, at last, she found her. Safe. Bellatrix let out a breath she did not know she had been holding. Opening her arms to accept her sister in them, she smiled.
“Ah, Cissy, there you are.”














