#{ the brightest star || bellatrix black }

[slytherinlizzy]

I'm just so new at being a Marauders fan, two and a half months into this sad, angsty bullshit, and I still have to connect some dots.

Today's realization doze happened exactly five seconds ago, because;

Sirius spent his birthday, on November 2nd, 1981 after two days in Azkaban. With no one he loves around.

James and Lily dead, Peter deadly gone, Remus dead inside, and Sirius losing his shine, falling down as a dead star.

Now imagine him muttering constantly why he killed his only family, only for Bellatrix, next to his cellar, to whisper "I know you didn't do it."

I love to imagine them having a "nice childhood" together, only to be separated because of their parents' beliefs.

Imagine Sirius all dead inside, in a rotting, smelly prison, with his long ago evil turned cousin next to him, trying to awaken his shine again. Because Sirius cannot die, one of her favorite little Black.

[metalomagnetic]

Snippet

I am struggling with severe writer block, burnout and a very busy time at work. However, today I managed to right a little, for the first time in weeks. I thought I would share it.

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Bellatrix looks at him in a way she never had before. If he had to guess, he would say there is pity in her dark eyes, but that cannot be.

Lord Voldemort is not one to inspire pity.

“I had to live through losing Sirius, my lord,” she says, softly. “It is no easy burden. It was as if there was no more light in the night sky, and I was left stumbling in darkness for a while.”

He remembers her, younger, just barely acquainted with him, years before.

There was such misery clinging to her, immense and palpable, making her even more breathtaking than she already was; one night, as he was leaving Lestrange Manor, he saw her standing alone in the garden, and he approached her.

“Our family will never recover from losing Orion and Sirius, back to back. Our fierce protector, our shield, and our brightest light, our future,” she said, head turned up, towards the sky. “Our House will fall, without one of them to lead it. It shall crumble to dust. I feel it in my blood- look, the stars are mourning, too, do you feel it? When House Black falls, it will start a great change in the world. With the last vestige of ancient magic gone, our world will transform into something I do not wish to witness. It is written in the stars, my lord. When the last Black perishes, all that is great shall soon disappear.” She turns to him, with her haunted, beautiful, intense eyes. “Even you,” she whispers.

[mrsnerdygirl]

I think that a common misconception in the fandom of “Harry Potter”, is the fact that Narcissa Malfoy , was called “narcissa “ , because she is as delicate and as pure as a flower , but that is completely wrong. Narcissa Malfoy was anything but nice , delicate , and kind hearted and I think that if people concentrated when they read the books they wouldn’t misunderstand her character .

Narcissa Malfoy , was born to The Noble House Of Black , and the Blacks , even Sirius and Andromeda , all are a certain way . They are practically royalty , old money , one of the families with the purest blood . Their family motto is literally “Toujour Pur “ , they are haughty , confident , and the definition of celebrities (people you look up to , because of their life style ) for the Wizarding World.

Narcissa is named after a flower , and not a star which is the tradition in “House of Black “, but they also name their children after strong , meaningful characters from Greek Mythology . Narcissa is named after the flower of the Narcissist. The myth states that the Narcissist was so in love with himself that he spend days looking at his own reflection in the lake , but one day he tripped and fell in . He drowned and right there , where his body fell , a flower bloomed that was called , The flower of the Narcissist , or “Narcissi”.

If there is one thing I have learnt about the names of the Blacks is that all of them have a deeper meaning , for example , Sirius is the brightest star in the sky , and is differently called the dog constellation . So of course Narcissa Malfoy isn’t called, practically a Narcissist for no reason at all .

She was always described as pretty , as haughty and rather serious as well . I think that we understand exactly how self-centered she is in the sixth book , when she meets Harry at Diagon Alley , and to offend him and upset him mentions Sirius , her cousin and Harry’s godfather who was killed by Bellatrix . I don’t understand why people think she was “sad” when he died, she clearly wasn’t . Which leads me to her hatred for muggleborns and blood traitors . Everyone thinks that she was so sad when Andromeda left and she kept talking to her ect , but I think that she cut contact just like Bellatrix did . She clearly hates Blood traitors , and while I do think she tried to convince Andromeda to leave Ted , I don’t think that she supported the relationship , or that she wanted her sister with Tonks . If she helped Andromeda sneak around it was to save her peace , for the same reason she helped Harry Potter in the Second Wizarding War, to save her head , as well as her son’s and husband’s .

Since we are in the topic of The Malfoy’s , you all need to realize that when we are young we believe and do what we have been taught . So when Draco says some rude stuff about Blood traitors and Muggleborns , where do you think he learnt those from , the neighbors ? Of course he learnt those from his parents .

Ok , but it was Luscius not Cissa . No , it was Cissa too , why do you think they got married , because of their love for their hair ?

It was arranged , they weren’t in love . While it was never conformed , though I’m sure they chose each – other , even if it was arranged , so was Bellatrix’s and Rodolphus marriage and yet they both had the same beliefs . The Black’s were very picky when it came to their in – laws , there were times that they married each other to not get mixed with unfitted names , so now you tell me that Luscius didn’t think like Narcissa . They were both raised that way , and they raised Draco that way too .

Oh , and also , stop saying that they had an abusive marriage , because I can assure you that a woman as haughty and royal as Narcissa Malfoy , wouldn’t stand to be treated like a piece of trash , because they ( the Black’s ) have learnt from a very early age how important they are , and how to show people exactly how to treat them , and plus Narcissa was smart as hell , if she was abused she wouldn’t have tried to get her husband out of Azkaban .

Narcissa wasn’t a Death Eater , but she practically was part of them . Abraxas Malfoy , her father in law was one of the original death eaters , which means that he used the manor for the meetings all the time. Luscius followed his dad’s footsteps and did the same , so Narcissa knew a lot , plus her sister was Lord Voldemort’s right hand . She was very smart , she could bloke her mind and lie without flinching to the Dark Lord , just to save her family . If that isn’t the definition of a smart person than what the hell is .

So yeah , next time you portray Narcissa Malfoy as a victim, think twice, because she isn’t fragile , but she isn’t just a narcissistic person either , she is so much more .

[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

When I say I can rant about the mf-ing Marauders, I MEAN IT.

All messages sent to my best friend after she made the mistake of asking if I could give her a rundown on the marauders:

"James Potter

-Harry's dad

-Also known as Prongs/Jamie/Potter

-Considered the sun

-Animagus is a deer

-Sirius' best friend and found brother

-Marauder

Him and Regulus are shipped because of the whole "best friend's brother" thing. Their ship name is Starchaser and Jegulus. There's two cause most prefer Starchaser

-The fancast is Aaron Taylor-Johnson

(Will send pictures with explanations later 😂)"

"Regulus Arcturus Black

-Sirius' younger brother (by one year)

-Slytherin

-Died by drowning because of the locket (5th picture) at 17

-Death eater by force

-Was supposed to be the heir to the Black fortune/house

He's shipped with both Remus and James. (I have a ✨️preference✨️)

-James is shipped with him because James is much brighter and well, more happier than Regulus is. Reggie is considered depressed and dark. (Starchaser/Jegulus)

-Remus and Reggie are shipped cause they're immensely similar. Both bookworms with anxiety and attachment problems because their parents suck (Moonwater)

-Also he's named after the brightest star in the constellation Leo"

"Sirius Orion Black the third

-Obviously my favorite. Totally couldn't tell right? 😂

-Marauder

-Ran away at 16 because his parents are ✨️abusive as fuck✨️ (the stars are cause he's watching me type 😂😂)

-Huge rock and roll fan

-Gay asf

-Genderfluid

-Was framed for the murder of his best friends by Peter Pettigrew

-Also known as Padfoot

-His animagus is a black dog. Very floofy

-Died at 36 due to the Avada Kedavra curse

-Killed by his cousin Bellatrix

-Harry's godparent

He's shipped with Remus Lupin because he's a clingy bitch. Also his name is after a star (like Reggie's) and Remus is a werewolf and his nickname is Moony. So moon and stars. (Wolfstar) also tall werewolf and short puppy is cute

-Named after the brightest star in the constellation Canis Major"

"Remus John Lupin

-Werewolf

-Nickname Moony

-Professor at Hogwarts

-Loves chocolate and coffee

-Afraid of the moon

-Bookworm

-Sassy"

(Ugh trying to keep these factual was so hard 😂😂😂)

"Peter Pettigrew

-Wormtail

-Not shipped with anyone cause he's a traitor

-Scaredy-cat

-Framed Sirius for murder"

"Barty Crouch Jr

-Slytherin Skittle (Like Reggie I just forgot to put that)

-Killed 12 people in cannon

-Evan Rosier's boyfriend

-Death Eater

-Son of Barty Crouch sr who's a minister of magic

-Used the polyjuice potion to change into Mad-eye moody the original Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher, teaching kids the crucio curse and traumatizing Neville

-Cinnamon roll with a knife addiction

-So very fucking *gay*

Shipped with Evan Rosier, James Potter and Sirius Black and Regulus Black.

-Regulus and Barty are Bartylus cause they're both Skittles. Plus Barty's very very out there and Reggie is very prim and proper so it's a well complimented

-James and Barty are SunKiller. Enemies to friends to lovers. Always. It's one of my favorites.

-Sirius Black and Barty are BitchKiller. Two out there twinks and they both have AWFUL parents.

-Barty's full name is Bartiemus but I'm sure he's very upsetable if you call him that

-He's played my bbg David Tennant in the movies"

"Evan Rosier

Tbh idk much about him 😅😅😅😅

-Killed by Mad Eye Moody

-Death Eater

-Slytherin Skittle

-Barty's Boyfriend

-Sassy mans

-Definitely a twink

-Somehow only shipped with Barty

-He and Barty are Rosekiller"

"Pandora Lovegood (Rosier)

-Luna's mother

-Psychic

-Sweet baby

-Ravenclaw/Slytherin, nobody knows for sure

-Regulus' best friend

-Shipped with Lily and Mary Macdonald

-Also called Panda

-Slytherin Skittle

-Miss ma'am should be an elf"

"Mary Macdonald

-I know nothing 🙃

-She pretty and obliviated herself

-Also she's shipped with Lily and Marlene"

"Lily Evans

-My baby

-Fiery redhead

-Sassy

-Bookworm

-Smart af

-Canonically James' wife and Harry's mum

-Muggleborn

-Remus and Sirius' best friend

-Definitely pansexual

-Very very pretty

-Shipped with Pandora, Marlene, Snape, James, Remus, Mary, Regulus and Sirius"

"Marlene Mckinnon

-Basically blonde Sirius

-Killed by Barty Crouch jr at 20

-Gryffindor

-Shipped with Dorcas

-Was supposed to marry Sirius before he went to Azkaban and before she was killed

-Her and Dorcas' ship name is Dorlene"

"Dorcas Meadowes

-Also a Slytherin Skittle

-Very close with both Marlene and Pandora

-Shipped with just about every female and it's kinda hilarious

-Somewhat close to Evan but we aren't sure

-Noone can agree on her fancast"

Plus some random messages that I don't feel like retyping. But my best friend went "Omg I didn't expect that"

Ma'am- Have you met me?? 😂😂 If it's a hyperfixation I can and will go on for hours if you let meee

Then somehow we decided sometime during that that I should rewrite the Harry Potter books and make them as gay as possible. So I am 😂 1971 on Quotev 😂 What If Series

[addsalwayssick]

@wolfstarmicrofic day 4- avada kedavra- word count- 303

Remus couldn’t hear. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t feel. He just got him back. He held Harry tight in his arms, for fear if he let go, he may let himself go. Harry screamed, finding the same kind of anger.

He barely heard Bellatrix screaming “I killed Sirius Black!” And cackling down the halls. Remus let go of Harry, grabbing his wand. Harry began to chase after her, but he held him back.

Harry saw some kind of fire lit in Remus’s eyes, ad he agreed to stay back reluctantly. Remus raced down the hall. His limbs and joints hurt, but he couldn’t seem to care. The sun is a star and Sirius was his sun. It was gone. All light had escaped from his grasp in the short time he held it. He held onto it tightly. Not tightly enough.

He found Bellatrix soon enough, and as he knew exactly what spell to use, he imagined Bellatrix saying it straight to her cousin moments before. He remembered holding Sirius the nights after they came back from Winter or Summer hols. Remus would kiss over the untreated cuts as he wrapped them a put balm on them. He remembers Sirius telling him about the family dinners, and how if he were bad, his mother and father would just tell his cousins to take him. Bellatrix was the only one who actually did anything.

All this fueled the anger he felt growing inside of him. He swished his wand while shouting the curse he never thought he’d hear himself say. “Avada Kedavra!”

He watched in slow motion as Bellatrix fell to the ground and lied limply. He turned as his friends looked at him in such shock. He didn’t care. His light was gone. The brightest star in his night sky was no longer.

[rainmaketh]

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯 + song lyrics.

Song: Scream my name by Tove Lo.

Today is a special day!! It is our brightest star birthday!! Happy Birthday Sirius BAMF Black! You will always be iconic <3

So in honour of that, here's a long edit/manip of (what a surprise) It runs in the blood by @metalomagnetic !!🤍🤍 the idea for this came to me in a dream.

Fancasts for this edit are:

Madeleine Petsch as Marlene (I needed a hot woman with red hair so, yep)

Sophie Skelton, Aaron Taylor Johnson, and Andrew Garfield as Lily, James, and Remus

Tom Hughes, Maxence Danet, and Christian Coulson as Tom/V (my man wears glamours so fuck it we ball!!)

Ben Barnes as Sirius and Katie Mcgrath as Bellatrix.

Eva Green (my wife) as Walburga (also my wife...and Orion's ig).

Also if any of you has time please check my pinned post, thank you! 🤍🤍- Rain.

[sexysirius]

Home

GIF is not mine. Credits to whoever made it.

Summary: you and Nick have a star gazing date

Pairing: Nick x gender neutral reader

Word count: 596

Warnings: Nothing except so much fluff that might cause diabetes :p

Type: Fluff fluff and more fluff

Nick’s GCSE exams have just ended and both of you wanted to celebrate. It took Nick less than a minute to come up with this idea since he knows how much you loved stars and constellations.

You met at around 6:30 pm at James park. You’d planned it as a picnic and star gazing date. You’d brought some sandwiches and orange juice and laid it out on the classic red and white checkered cloth which was laid out on the grass. Nick had brought some chocolate chip cookies which you love so much.

Nick was sitting upright with his back rested along the bark of a tree lazily moving his fingers across your hair. You were lying down with your head rested on his legs.

“You really love my curls, don’t you?” You asked when the pink tint on his cheeks became evident.

“As a matter of fact I do, as much as you love me speaking French.” He said with a smug grin .

“I do not..I mean it’s good to hear you speak french I mean your French is good…the grammar and fluency…” you were stuttering at this point and you knew it

“Aww, no need to get all worked up, mon amour” he said with a smirk which turned into a full blown laughter.

“Nick Nelson, are you laughing at me?” You asked as you got up to sit upright facing him.

“Oh love, I love how you love my French.” he said pulling you towards him and making you sit on his lap.

You blushed fiercely and it only made him laugh more and god was it adorable.

You put your arms around his neck and you laid your head on his shoulder. You wanted to do this and be this for the rest of your lives and you knew it.

It was around 8pm when you were able to trace the stars to form the constellations.

You were able to make out Rigel, Bellatrix, Betelgeuse and Saiph which made a rough rectangular shape.

“Look that is Rigel and to the left, the brightest one is Saiph. Now travel upwards along Saiph and the next brightest star is Betelgeuse and now go right and you’ll find Bellatrix which is not that much bright but these 4 form the rough rectangular shape.” You took a piece of paper and drew a rough diagram as you saw on the sky and Nick was able to spot it immediately. You went onto explain Orion’s Belt and stars thereby tracing the path along the infamous Orion constellation.

You were able to identify the Pictor constellation and the three stars forming it- alpha, beta and delta pictoris with beta being the brightest.

“Are you feeling bored?” You asked look at Nick.

“No, absolutely not. I’m just amazed at how much you know about stars and constellations and now I’m completely understanding your obsession with Sirius Orion Black.” He said with a laugh.

“Well, he is the brightest star in the sky with a doomed life and if that isn’t ironical I don’t know what is.”

“I know y/n. It’s almost like it makes sense for his ending to be like that you know.” He said thinking more about the topic

“Yeah, that’s what makes it even more interesting.”

You and Nick lay beside one another and were spotting constellations and lazily playing with each other’s fingers for a long time and it felt like home. Nick felt like home.

“I love you” you whispered in his ear before snuggling into him.

“I love you too” he said holding onto you.

A/N: So yes I am obsessed with Sirius black if it’s not evident from this fic.

[poetryandbloods-blog]

AU

Bellatrix was escaping her father's control, they considered marrying her to a Rosier or a Lestrange, but her father said only a Black was worthy of his eldest daughter.

Sirius, her baby cousin, was communicated, he shouted acting like an annoying Gryffindor, but it was either him or his even younger brother.

In the ritual room, 17 year old Bellatrix looked at her cousin four years younger, her black dress matching her mood.

They were both crazy and wild, it would be a horrible marriage. Surrounded by all the Blacks who came before her, spilling their blood in the ritual circle, they were pure, the purest.

Sirius cut his palm and she cut hers, an ancient dagger, stained with blood, they pressed their palms together, their lips touching chastely, the wild magic that filled the room was intoxicating.

The two would be the salvation of House Black, with the brightest heirs.

Filling the black house with stars, like the night sky.

** I am completely in love with this couple, they are both reflections of each other, they would burn the skies together.

[bendingfantasy]

Bellatrix

Bellatrix, the 26th brightest star in the sky and the third brightest star in the constellation of Orion. Bellatrix is also one of the 57 stars of celestial navigation. Orion is bisected by the celestial equator and hence is visible from almost any part of the world. Bellatrix is situated at the left shoulder of Orion in depictions of the great hunter. Of all the bright stars in Orion, Bellatrix is the first to rise in the eastern skies.

The name Bellatrix derives from a Latin word meaning “female warrior.” Its Arabic name, Al Najīd, means “the leader,” because it is the first of the constellation’s bright stars to rise in the sky. In Arab legends, the star is also called a roaring lion. The star is sometimes referred to as the Amazon Star. Cultures that originated along the Amazon River pictured the star as a young boy in a canoe; another star in the constellation, Betelgeuse, was depicted as an old man. She is wearing a puple and black Scarlett Ohara dress with black roses and purple pearls. She has a pearl cameo adorning her neck. She has her brown hair put up in side buns with black roses. Don't forget her meshes so she will show correctly.

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[motherfuckingmaneater]

How do you think Voldemort planned the breakout of Bellatrix?

He has been consumed by thoughts of her freedom since his own return. He can seldom think of anything else. He needs her. No one understands him, but in every endeavour — Bellatrix did. He has been thinking of little since his ranks are back. He feels her absence keenly, her voice and her touch and her magic are still etched into his heart. 

In the forests of Albania where he sought refuge, pain had torn into him when he realised she was not coming. Worse than his soul being ripped from his body seven times, worse than his body being destroyed on hallows eve. Worse. Losing her was worse. Lord Voldemort does not yearn and does not cling because nothing is out of his reach for long. Yet he has taken longer than he’d like. He is angry. Angry that they’d trap her and imprison her, his brightest star. 

Bellatrix is something else, something unlike any of his others. Then, she is not just another. She is his in a way the others could never be because they always withhold part of themselves from him. Not her, she gives herself so freely and so willingly. 

His mind is consumed, he is easily irritable. They all speak carefully, they hesitate. Bellatrix scarcely did that. His eyes are fixed upon the fire as his mind retraces her, searches for her in the ether. He can not find her. He has not been able to find her for years now. The last time he felt her mind and she felt his, her joy had been brutally cut off — and so had his. He’d found Nagini soon after. He strokes her scales now, telling her soon he will have his witch back. She hisses her assent. She wants his success. She wants the witch back too.

He has trusted only two to this task; Corban Yaxley and Lucius Malfoy. Ministry records are bought to him as he studies her file. There is little but her crimes. He recalls them with some vague amusement. His long pale fingers trace the picture of her — the one picture they took of her to put her in a cell. She is proud in the picture even despite that it’s clear they’ve tried to strip her of her honour. No, she is steadfast in her devotion, her chin tipped up in pride, no fear on her face or in her eyes but anger — burning, furious anger, hissing behind grey irises like searing scorching wildfire. He hopes she still has that fire in her now. 

Her papers are signed by Cygnus Black, his writing — cursive, elegant, slanted, exceptional — is exactly as he remembers Bellatrix’s writing. She likely doesn’t know her father is dead. She will be heartbroken when she finds out. 

After his previous attempt at killing Harry Potter, he falls back into the rhythms of trickery and deception. The ministry falls slowly and Lord Voldemort is puppeteering them before long. There will be only one way to do this; and it will not be quiet. 

The night comes and his heart pounds his chest as his magic swirls furiously around him like black smoke. He reaches for her in the ether as he reaches her mark. It sears through him and her mind bursts open for him like the gates of tartarus swinging open. Suddenly she is there — her mind for him to search.

She is loud above the thunder and cracks of lightning. She is screaming, her voice ringing, her magic begging to burst forth. Home, bring me home, Master, my Master, bring me Home. She is strong as she always has been. Tonight he will have his most faithful in his arms once more. For the first time in fourteen years, Lord Voldemort smiles. 

[roalinda]

Here is a small contribution to prongsfoot microfics. Let's pretend it is still April 4th. 🙈

@prongsfoot-microfic

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This happens in an AU in which Voldemort has won and Sirius who had been the secret keeper is dead and James is captured.

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April 4 , Loss

( + March 22 , Lineage )

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Canis major was bright tonight.

No, it was not just bright, it was ablaze with radiance, stars shining too close, too blinding. They were beautiful and James shakily reached out to grab Sirius, his favourite one, the brightest. 

But the sky was frigid through his fingers, solid yet empty to touch, and James whimpered pitifully to an obscure entity, his fragile hold seeking Sirius in Canis major desperately, seeking but not finding.

"Let go, filthy blood traitor. You're ruining my robes," an eerie voice snapped. It was overdosed with saccharine which masked tons of hatred.

James relented, disoriented and dizzy. He blinked rapidly, his bloodshot eyes nearly blind at this point. Glasses did him no good, not with his damaged eye nerves and overwhelming shock. He made his mind to focus, chasing dizziness away. It was hard, but he did it.

Oh, there was Sirius!

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his weak body with cold amusement. His hair was longer than James remembered, wild yet still blessed with the Black effortless elegance. His lips were full and red, a shameless lure of a poisoned apple and his lashes were lush and long, framing his beguiling grey eyes. 

"I said let go. Are you dim?"

"Si…Sirius…" James slurred feverishly, mind hectic with delusions. The surreal sky seemed distant now, a vivid sequin dress in it's place. He heaved, or maybe it was a sob. All this time, he was reaching out hopelessly for something that was not there. 

How stupid of him.

Blood gurgled through his windpipe like sand through a broken hourglass and it bled on his lips along with Sirius' name once again, a prayer begging to be heard. 

"Poor little Potter, Murderer little Potter..." The voice was giggling and singing now and James' blood turned into ice. This was not Sirius' pleasant baritone, it was softer and mockingly shrill. 

Bellatrix. 

"Regained some consciousness, huh?" She smirked at him before tilting her head. "What do you think of this dress? It's for the Dark Lord's victory party." She twirled around with careful steps. "It's magnificent." 

"May you…and your dress..burn in hell," talking was hard and James was adrift.

"After you," Bellatrix sneered at him, her voice no longer scratching through the air like an angry cat's scream. It was deep, calm and cold , the Black voice. 

"You killed my darling cousin," she said, voice clipped and raw. "You took him away from his family, poisoned his mind, made him betray his kin and then killed him." 

Her words were daggers into James' heart and he could do nothing but to feel the sting of salt in his wounded eyes as tears fell. 

"A secret keeper. A secret to be taken to his grave. You are a coward, Potter. You knew he would die for you," she spat bitterly.

Sirius and Bellatrix's bond was not of hate, James always knew. It ran deeper, way deeper. Bellatrix didn't hate Sirius, she hated James for shattering their crystal dollhouse, a dollhouse which was the House of Black.

"A pregnant wife, of course she was your top priority, not the stray you had taken in from the Black family," she giggled, playing with her wand nonchalantly.

"N…no…" James shuddered. Bellatrix's words were toxic and they burned throughout his body, making him numb, branding him with shame.

"You have his blood on your hands. It was your fault he died. Let me tell you something…Do you know who betrayed him the most? It was not me. It was not aunt Walburga or uncle Orion. It was not even Regulus." 

James' lips were wobbling. He was disgusted with the world, with destiny and above all with himself, because in a way Bellatrix was right. Sirius would have been alive if he wasn't the secret keeper.

"The one who betrayed him the most was you, Potter. You failed him," she purred, enjoying the way James was drowning in a cesspool of guilt. She basked in James' brokenness and mourning, watching him falling apart gleefully.

"I…I didn't…" James moaned feverishly through vivid hallucinations, once again reaching out to Canis major, seeking Sirius helplessly.

"I may have killed my dear cousin with my own wand but it was you who drove him into this stupidity," Bellatrix's eyes had a strange hue in them, different and mad.

"When it comes to revenge, there is no inner hate in the House of Black. We are one. That's the rule."

James gritted his teeth and Bellatrix narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to keep you alive in this fancy cage and will make sure you will remain alive. Every day you will grovel in your guilt and despair, you will beg me to kill you and I will spit on your rotten body because you deserve no more."

She looked like Sirius now, more than ever. The same beauty, same insanity, same cruelty.

James wanted to curse her but somewhere dark in his sick mind, he knew she was right in a twisted way. His choice had been wrong. He was given the chance and he made the wrong choice and now he was nothing but a decaying corpse in search of sweet release, in search of death and Sirius.

Bellatrix was right.

[starchaserdreams]

I miss NYC but the stars are so bright at the end of the world where I live now....like I could almost sort of kind of get some pictures of constellations even with a crappy phone camera. And stargazing for me always starts and ends with the Black family, so:

Orion (fuck you, Sirius's dad and also Bellatrix)

Canis Major (dog's head didn't show up, unfortunately, but both legs are there) - Sirius is the brightest star

Regulus is in Leo which is behind the SUPER BRIGHT moon right now, so no good angle on Leo....but Regulus is so bright I could still see that one!

No photo but here's where it is compared to the moon aka why it's not clear atm.

[colemonroe]

It only took that sly look and her playful maybe to clue Cole in– she’d sure as shit taken his Margaritaville shirt, but he was quite alright with that. Just like his plain white t-shirts, it looked better on her, he was sure of it. Lifting a brow, he countered her argument with a long, drawn out whistle that jumped an octave before dipping back down low again, “God, darlin’– we been through this,” he droned, flashing her a playful smile, “Free t-shirt aside– if ya wanna see me naked, just ask,” Cole teased, barking out a warm laugh before his features settled into his customary, crooked grin. It was always so effortless with Taliah, and tonight was living proof of that. In spite of all the things he felt they still needed to talk about, for now he was content to lay under the stars and laugh with her until his sides hurt.

Eyeing Orion again, he gave a thoughtful hum, “I mean, he ain’t supposed to be headless,” he pointed out, shrugging a shoulder as he followed the imaginary lines of the constellation, “I don’t fuckin’ know, I don’t make the rules. A giant chicken drumstick sounds a hell of lot better than a bow,” Cole laughed, leaning into the nuzzle against his neck. Sobering the slightest bit, he nodded then. Not many people knew that about Michael– how he loved the stars above like he somehow belonged to them. Now, Cole figured he did. “Yeah, ‘specially in those first few months after I moved here– felt like we were out here all the time.” They were some of the best memories he had with his uncle, apart from patching into the MC and slowly following in his footsteps. The memories out at Stargaze, though…those had always felt more personal. 

“Honestly, I was waitin’ for that,” the Sirius Black reference, that was. He knew just how much that series meant to her, if the tattoo on her arm was anything to go by. “Speakin’ of, y’know Bellatrix is one of the stars that forms Orion?” He felt like he might be poking at a raw nerve, considering the way Sirius met his end– a storyline he only knew because he’d watched Harry Potter with her. Humming thoughtfully, he eyed Sirius again, “Is it?” Sad, that was. Cole shrugged a shoulder, not entirely convinced, “Might stand alone, sure, but think about how many people look to Sirius for comfort.” It was the brightest star they could see from right where they were sat– that had to mean something. It certainly had to Cole over the years.

Grinning wide, he was happy to hear she knew at least a little bit about Polaris, undoubtedly his favorite star in the night sky, particularly because it reminded him of her. “It’s my favorite one,” he admitted, chuckling softly even as his head knocked in a brief shake. Cole felt so lost more often than not, but if there was one thing he could count on seeing every single time he rode out here, it was Polaris. “Yeah, he did,” he murmured, smiling warmly even if that memory hurt the slightest bit, even now. “One of my first nights in Tonopah, he brought me out here, told me somethin’ similar. Guess it stuck.” It wasn’t the only thing he could credit his uncle for, but perhaps it was the most profound. It was almost as though MIchael had known just how prone to wander his nephew was– so much so that he’d shown Cole a way to find himself in the stars.

But so much of that paled in comparison whenever he took one look at his best friend. Maybe that was what Michael had truly wanted his nephew to find– someone that could ground him just as strongly as the stars could, but just closer to home.  And he had. Gazing down at her as the weight of his confession hung in between them, Cole wouldn’t deny how nervous it made him. It was so rare that he opened up like this, allowing himself to be so vulnerable– vulnerable enough to crush him like a castle made of sand if she wanted to. But she hadn't. A soft, crooked smile formed at the corner of his mouth the longer he lingered on her reaction– the faint red flush to her cheeks, the way he swore he could nearly damn well feel her heart racing. All of it told him everything he needed to know– it was okay to be this open with her. He’d always known that, certainly, but the little reminders didn’t hurt.  Feeling her hands on either side of his face, Cole leaned into it, following the gentle tug down to her, but the moment their lips met, he didn’t freeze with surprise– though he certainly was stunned– no, Cole only smiled against her lips because in a lot of ways, it felt like coming home. He felt safe with her, despite everything else raging around him. Giving a soft hum as she pulled away, he glanced down at her, head shaking, “Don’t ever be sorry, T,” he murmured, lightly knocking the tip of his nose against hers as a warm chuckle rumbled in his chest, “I’m not.” Not even half a heartbeat later, his lips found hers again, relishing that warm, familiar feeling. Maybe it was forgiving too. She’d never damned him for who and what he was, just like he’d never dream of doing that to her. She’d always just accepted who he was, even the parts he hated. Smoothing a few strands of hair behind her ear, he pulled back just long enough to offer up a warm, crooked smile and a raised brow before kissing her once more, “Guessin’  ya got one more goin’ spare?”

"... Maybe." Narrowed yet playfully guilty eyes look his way. Had it not been for him showing up unannounced, her shirt-stealing secrets would remain as such. Though, she can't say she really cares that he knows, especially not when he doesn't seem to mind - not that she thought he would. "Sorry, was that supposed to stop me from stealing them? Because all I heard was get a free shirt and get a step closer to getting you naked. Why would that be a bad thing?" Taliah shoots back, a grin practically splitting her cheeks.

"So it's... a headless guy holding a sword and a shield, or bo... Maybe it's not a sword, you know? Maybe it's like... A giant chicken drumstick. Who knows, really?" Taliah chuckles, but she makes a point of giving him another soft little nuzzle. Just making sure he knew she wasn't mocking him, or this beautiful scene he'd set out to talk to her about. She appreciated it more than he knew. "I never knew that about him. I like that he shared it with you, was it something you two did often?" She wonders, picturing a young Cole, sitting by his Uncle as he taught him about the stars. She was glad they had memories like that, ones that Cole could carry with him.

"I had to. You're lucky I didn't make some sort of Sirius Black joke, too." In reference to Harry Potter. "Yeah, that's what I'm looking at? I was looking around it, too. Is that not how it works?" Frowning in confusion, she shakes her head. "Don't answer that. I don't need the magic of this ruined by detail." She chuckled, forming a slow jutted lip as she stares at the star. "It stands alone then? That's... awfully sad." Or, as sad as it could be for a big ball of ice to be considered something that was lonely. It was just the purer side of her mind that held some familiarity to how it felt, if it could feel. She always remembered just how alone she felt when she first moved here. Had it not been for the kindness of Cole and Emiri, who knows if she would have ever been able to shake it.

Taliah turns her focus onto him, catching that telling look in his eyes, the way he cleared his throat as if he was almost nervous. But her smile, as it grew, remained silent. The fact he hadn't been looking up told her it wasn't the sky he was appreciating. "Oh! Yes, I know that one." She bubbles in excitement, nodding as she does. Hey, it was the little things, right? If knowing the brightest star in the sky was an achievement, she'd take it. Resting her head gently against the pillow, her warm eyes traced across his features as he spoke. "I like that," as a way to remind yourself of what's good, it was certainly one of the better coping mechanisms she'd heard. And it made sense now, all the times she knew he was here alone, she now knew why. "Is that also something Michael taught you?" Taliah wonders and so, she asks.

Almost like a physical pull, there's a gentle little move into the touch of his hand. Her eyes close for a few moments, fingers curling lightly around his wrist. It felt nice just to bask and appreciate the softness of the action. The only sound echoing in that little bubble he'd made for them was his voice. Something that soothed her soul, so much that it took her a second longer than it should have for her brain to catch up to what he'd said. Eyelids pop open in sync with the way her mouth forms a small O shape. "... Cole." Barely above a whisper, she swallows the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. Her whole heart felt so touched, she almost couldn't believe that she would mean that much to anyone, but here he was, always proving it to be true. Dilated pupils, red cheeks, an instantly elevated heartbeat... God damn this man. That had to be the most powerful thing anyone had ever said to her, and pairing it with his humble ways and kind eyes, she actually felt quite emotional about it.

In case her entirely heartwarming reaction to his confession wasn't enough, she decided to throw caution to the wind and let the moment overwhelm any rational thought. Bringing her hands up to the sides of his face, Taliah pulls him down part way, her own head lifting up to meet in the middle. The second her lips connect with his, her heart alone tells her it's not a regrettable moment, so she just leans into it, into him. It's a slow kiss, one she lets linger and only parts after tugging at his lower lip. Brown eyes lift to his blue ones, a smile crawling onto her lips. "... I'm not sorry this time." She whispers,, obviously, referring to her apology after the last time she stuck the lips on him.

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Cygnus was born in 1938, the youngest son of Pollux Black and Irma Crabbe and brother of Walburga and Alphard, who was later blasted off the family tapestry. He married Druella Rosier, and the couple had three daughters: Bellatrix, the eldest, Andromeda, the middle child, and Narcissa Black, the youngest child.

@prvdigiouskill, @narcissistblack

[hpsaffics]

Do you have any recommendations for Bellamione or Cissamione that feature the pairings having kids?

Hey nonnie! Here are some recs from the HP SAFFICS (18+) Discord server members.

My Brightest Star by Yanana [Cissamione, E, 68k]

Narcissa is left with an unexpected surprise after a quick last fumble with her late husband. She desperately needs help because hormones and magic don't mix. Hermione is a Curse Breaker who needs rare and specific information for a case.

The World We Knew by Hustling_Rube93 [Bellamione, E, 173k, WIP]

Hermione half expected to pass out and wake up again on the floor in Malfoy Manor and find that this was all a dream.

Life Is Good by @siriusly-sapphic [Cissamione, G, 1k]

Narcissa surprises herself with the number of times she thinks that little sentence, surprises herself with how genuinely happy she is with the way her life turned out, even if she’s no longer surprised at all by the person who gave it to her. She's happy.

Black Jaguar by toujourspurbh [Bellamione, M, 97k]

Recently divorced, Bellatrix Black is looking for a helping hand whilst trying to juggle a young child and world famous business. Hermione Granger, star student at university, is looking to broaden her future horizon and teach English to the new generation. Nanny!Hermione.

Thanks for the ask! Let us know if you come across any other stories you love. You could also try looking in the WLW Library for recs 💖

[coolbeans32]

PROLOGUE: THE BIRTH OF THE MALFOY TWINS

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warnings: none currently just some fluff

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word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is the first part of the series that I’ve been holding back from writing but here it is! I hope you enjoy it and hope for you get to see the story of our lovely Lyra.

It was a chilly, dark but starry night. The cool breeze brought shivers down one’s spine with its eeriness throughout the night. The dark oak trees’ leaves swayed rapidly to the strong breeze and the tiny night critters moved quickly around looking for its night feast. The darkness of the night; however, contrasted with the bright moon and sparkling constellations. It felt as if the moon was watching every living item’s move as its brightness was illuminating the Earth. The stars peered down, twinkling brightly, overshadowing the darkness of the night. Though, if you look closely, up in the sky, two specific constellations beamed the brightest that night. The night of June 5th, 1980.

At a manor in Wiltshire, England, lived the most prestigious pureblood Slytherins in the Wizarding World. There lived a tall, cold man with long white-blonde hair and blue eyes, known as Lucius Malfoy. Lucius was a proud pureblood wizard, whose family name was a part of the Sacred Twenty Eight. His father and he were both known to be cold but were highly respected within the pureblood community with their status. Beside him, he lived with his wife, Narcissa Malfoy, previously known as Narcissa Black. She was a beautiful grey-eyed, and blonde woman, who also came from a prestigious pureblood family. The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black were also at the top in status and were very proud of their name. The merge between the Malfoy’s and Black’s made a grand statement to the Wizarding World and gave the families the utmost respect.

It may seem they were arranged to wed, forced to be together. However, the two actually fell in love. Not many pureblood wizarding families fell in love with their partner as many were arranged from birth to wed. Lucius and Narcissa’s relationship was not like anyone else’s though. They truly loved each other and found they had many things in common. Despite the fact that Lucius was a death eater, Narcissa still loved him but was hesitant with the idea of him being involved with the Dark Lord. Yet, she knew Lucius was given no choice. His father was a death eater and so it was only a matter of time he became one. Even her sister Bellatrix told her how much of an honor it is to serve the Dark Lord. Lucius always told her that it will ensure their protection for them and their future family. Narcissa was a bit skeptical but she knew Lucius was in the good graces of the Dark Lord and they would be safe.

Now here they were. Awaiting the birth of their two children. Lucius stood next to his wife, holding her hand as she was ready to deliver their children. He never truly thought he would ever find love and his fear of being exactly as cold as his father was still with him. Looking at his wife, his heart broke that he couldn’t take away all her pain but he knew how strong she was. She’d do anything for him, just as she will for her children. It made him think back to when they first met.

December 18th, 1967

It was the week before Yule break, and many were getting into the spirit of the lively holiday as the term came to a close. Lucius was strutting down the corridors, holding his head up high, heading his way to the Slytherin common room. He sneered in disgust as he passed a group of Gryffindors who were fooling around. ‘Filthy Gryffindorks and blood traitors,’ he thought of their ludicrous behavior. Once he made his way to the common room entrance, he saw Bellatrix Black leaving and gave each other a curt nod. He went towards the dormitories to start his potions assignment to impress Slughorn. However, on his way, he saw a beautiful girl who captured his eyes who was busy reading by the fire.

‘She’s absolutely stunning. Should I go introduce myself? Wait, she’s busy reading, it’s rude to interrupt. Why haven’t I seen her before? Was she in my year and why haven’t I seen her before?’ His thoughts were interrupted as someone was calling out his name.

“Malfoy!”

“Avery. What is it you want?” Lucius sneered.

“Relax Malfoy, all I wanted to ask if your family is still hosting the annual Yule Ball.”

“Yes we are and you’re lucky you were invited this time. I expect you to not touch anything in my home like last time. My mother is still upset that you broke a family heirloom and we don’t want a repeat of that again. Is that clear?”

“Alright, I’m sorry. It’s not like it was my fault that your mother decided to place a priceless heirloom in the middle of the ballroom,” Avery grumbled as he left the room.

Lucius finally went to go to his dorm to finally start his assignment after wasting time speaking to Avery; though, spared one more glance at the girl on the couch.

December 25th, 1967

Today was the day of the Malfoy Annual Yule Ball. It was a busy day for the Malfoys as they prepared to entertain their guests in their extravagant home. Lucius’ mother, Florencia, was making sure the preparations were in order and the decorations were in their perfect spot. Abraxas Malfoy was busy preparing alongside his wife and looked through his list of possible witches suitable for his son. The house-elves were busy preparing the appetizers and entrées that would be served later that night. Meanwhile, Lucius was getting ready in his room, constantly thinking about the girl from his House. He wondered if he would be able to see her again and if she wasn’t a figure of his imagination. He was hoping the girl’s family was invited to the ball for a chance to speak to her.

“Lucius, get down here! The ball will begin in an hour!”

“Coming mother!”

He fixed up his hair and took a glance at his mirror. He was wearing a full black suit which had the Malfoy crest embroidered onto his breast pocket. He was a sight for sore eyes and every pureblood witch would be competing against each other to wed the only Malfoy heir. He grabbed his ring and then headed to the ballroom.

“No, the drinks go on that table not here…That vase doesn’t go there Brax…Be careful with those, they were my great-grandmother’s,” Florencia belted to everyone.

“Hello, mot-”

“Lucius, be a darling and put these over there since your father can’t listen to my instructions.”

“But Cia you said-”

“Not now Brax, I'm not in the mood for your whining. Go on Lu.”

“Yes, mother.” “Yes, love.”

“Everything is near perfection. My, I can’t believe it. Today we’ll be searching for possible suitresses for you Lu. Oh dear, you're growing up too fast,” Florencia said with glossy eyes.

“I’m only 14 mum. Aren’t I a bit too young to be betrothed?”

“Your mother is right Lucius, you're almost of age and it’s important to secure your future. You might not find a suitable wife right now but eventually, you will. I met your mother the same age as you. You must look at all your options. Like the Parkinson girl,” Abraxas explained.

“Parkinson!? That girl is not fit for our son nor someone I wish to associate our name with! How about one of the Black sisters? Bellatrix? Andromeda? Or Narcissa? Oh. she’s a lovely girl and definitely suitable for you Lu.”

“Well, tonight all the pureblood families will be attending. Keep your head up and make the family proud Lucius. Every pureblood witch will be seeking to court you, but remember, only one will be lucky and make sure she is fit to take on the Malfoy name.”

“Yes father, I’ll be sure to keep my eyes open,” Lucius remarked.

“Oh and make sure that Avery boy doesn’t break any more of our family heirlooms, Lu. He’s lucky he’s still invited here. Dare say I would’ve kicked him out if his father wasn’t so high up in the Ministry. Idiot boy he is,” Florencia said as she left to greet the incoming guests.

The ballroom was filled with many witches and wizards all gathering for the special holiday. Yule was one of the most special nights of the year and the Malfoys never ceased to impress their fellow guests with their luxury. Light-filled the dark vast room like never before. The long crystal chandeliers beamed as bright as the moon, the beautiful lights of the tree glowed as the star attraction. The tree is filled with the most expensive ornaments and decorations. The sound of the orchestra radiated throughout the manor, the laughter and chatter of everyone filled each other’s ears.

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy walked around greeting their guests, filled with pride at showing their status to many important people from the Ministry. Lucius on the other hand was standing in the middle of the double staircase, not wanting to spend any more time talking to suitresses. He truly was mundane but knew how important this ball was. He decided to head outside to one of the balconies to catch some fresh air and to escape the clingy Parkinson girl constantly following him. He was lost in his thoughts when he bumped into someone.

“Watch-” Lucius was about to sneer at whoever was in his way when he looked up and saw who it was. It was the beautiful blonde girl he saw in the common room. She was dressed in a dark black and emerald green ball gown, wearing emerald earrings and necklace, her hair was in an updo, and had barely any makeup. She looked regal. A sight for sore eyes.

“My apologies, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” he said.

“No worries, I wasn’t really paying attention. I just wanted some fresh air,” she stated.

“I was as well,” he remarked while looking closer at her eyes. He saw a pool of grey eyes, bright as ever, not dull nor cold as one would imagine. They held a sort of comfort to him. Her eyes had a glint of mischief in them but also confidence. Unknown to him, the girl in front of him was lost in his eyes as well. His blue eyes showed ambition, and they were intoxicating. She felt as if she could get lost in them, peel back his layers slowly, unveiling his true self and not the cold-like facade she saw him put up.

Lucius broke out of his gaze and went to hold out his hand. “I’m Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy.”

She saw his hand and went to place hers in his. “Narcissa Black.” He felt the softness of her hands and brought it up to his lips, and kissed it.

“Would you care for a dance?”

Narcissa felt her cheeks warm up, clearly blushing at the hands of the intoxicating charm of Lucius. She felt giddy and happy. How could she not agree to anything of the man before her?

“Of course.” Lucius and Narcissa completely forgot about taking a breather and went out onto the dance floor. The two bowed and began to waltz around the room. Time seemed to stop for the two of them. They were in their own little world, forgetting about the others around them and forgetting all of their worries. They two danced in sync, as if the two became one. Unknown to them, the Malfoys and the Blacks were watching them the whole time interacting.

“Look at them Druella, don’t they look lovely together.”

“Indeed they do Florencia. Don’t you think so Cyrus?” Druella replied.

“I do believe they’ll make a respectable couple. Uniting the Black and Malfoy families has been something our ancestors have wanted to do for a long time. They would both be admired throughout the entire pureblood community. I heard your son is at the top of his year, is that right Abraxas?”

“Indeed he is Cyrus. He’ll likely be sought by Slughorn for the Slug Club with his standings.”

“What of his allegiance to the Dark Lord? Will he be joining the ranks like you Abraxas?”

“He’ll be joining when he turns of age. What about your eldest daughter? I heard she is to swear her allegiance soon,” Abraxas asked.

“Bellatrix will be joining once she turns sixteen. The youngest to bear the mark I hear. I’m proud of her for setting an example for the pureblood community and her sisters. Though, I sense my daughter Andromeda to be a blood traitor. I’m hoping she comes to her senses like Narcissa. Well, what do we think of setting up an arrangement for Lucius and Narcissa?” Druella added.

“Let’s wait on that Druella. Give it time and let them choose. I have no doubts that they’ll end up together, arrangement or not,” Florencia replied.

That night was the day that marked the beginning of uniting the two noble families. The Malfoy and Black heirs both danced the night away, in their own small world wearing bright smiles. Like nothing else in the world mattered.

November 1971

It was the final year that Lucius would be attending Hogwarts as he was a seventh year. Narcissa was still a sixth-year student and would still have to attend the following year. Over the years, their bond and relationship have blossomed. They loved each other dearly and it only grew each day. However, some things have changed throughout the years. For example, Lucius has been attending meetings frequently with soon-to-be Death Eaters who would swear loyalty to the Dark Lord once they graduate. Narcissa was a bit hesitant for Lucius but he assured her that it would ensure their protection and give them security. Currently, they were both outside the common room after coming from a party from the Slug club, both talking about their future.

“Do you really have to go? You know how much I don’t like you going to those meetings so much,” Narcissa asked.

“I have to Cissa. It will ensure our protection following the Dark Lord and for our future children. It’s our duty as a part of the pureblood community as well as honoring our families.”

“I know Lu, but do you really have to? Submit yourself to such a dangerous man?” she sighed.

Lucius stopped, gently pushing a strand of Narcissa’s hair behind her hair and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“I know how he is but he’s gaining power and I cannot bear to have us living in fear. I want to marry you, have a family, and make sure you’re protected. I love you, Cissa”

“I love you too, Lu. No matter what, I’ll always be right beside you,” Narcissa replied.

“Together forever, my love.”

Going through his memories with Narcissa brought him so much joy, filled with happiness that no one could take away from him. That is until his wife’s contractions started to cause her more pain and were coming in faster intervals. Screams were echoing all over the manor. Narcissa gripped her husband’s hand as she was about to deliver her first child.

��Keep pushing dear, I can almost see his head,” the healer said.

“You’re doing great love, I’m right here,” Lucius said to Narcissa.

“I hate you, Lucius. Why did you do this to me?” Narcissa growled. Lucius just kept saying sweet nothings into her ear as she finally delivered her first child.

“It’s a boy,” the healer told them as she cleaned him up. She then handed their son over to Narcissa.

“What should we name him?” asked Lucius.

Narcissa stared outside the window, looking up at the sky as one constellation was beaming ever so bright. She remembered it to be called Draco and made her decision.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy.” She looked up at Lucius and smiled. She handed Draco over Lucius as she waited to deliver her other child. Twelve minutes later, a new set of contractions went through her body, indicating that she was ready to deliver the twin. After another set of pushing, their child was finally out and the healer cleaned her up.

“It’s a girl.”

Narcissa looked outside again, wanting to pick the right name for her new daughter. Following the Black tradition was special for her and she wanted to give her daughter a worthy name. Just as she looked outside again, a new constellation appeared to be shining as bright as Draco. Not far from Draco, she saw Lyra beaming not far away. That’s when she said,

“Her name is Lyra Narcissa Malfoy. The brightest of them all.”

Lucius looked at Lyra with his heart full. She looked exactly like Narcissa. At that moment, he vowed to protect his family no matter what happened. The family of four sat peacefully next to each other, enjoying each other's company, unknown of what the future lies ahead for all of them. But right now, all was well.

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