"Bigger Than the Whole Sky"
####
Narcissa’s Point of View:
What the fuck is Zurleika talking about? Bellatrix wouldn’t kill herself. And if she did, she would succeed. Is this my fault? I yelled at her about what she was saying to Rita. Did I do this to Bella?
No.
I can’t say that.
Bellatrix did this to herself.
Not me.
“Zurleika, I have to go, I’m sorry,” Before I can run off, I feel her oddly muscular arms wrap around my fragile body.
“It’s okay, I understand, go be with your sister,” Her arms fall to her sides, and I immediately make a bolt towards Andromeda’s dormitory.
I bang my fist against her, desperate to get her attention. I need to see her. If I don’t see my beloved sister in approximately 5 seconds, I’m going to hurt someone that doesn’t deserve it.
The door opens with a creak and there standing in front of me is the one and only Andromeda Vinda Black. Except it’s not her. It’s her roommate Kassidy Cortez. But past the tan-skinned girl is my dear sister. Her brunette hair halfway put into black hair curlers as she prepares herself for her dream-like state of the night. She’s wrapped in a black, silk robe and she has a pair of bunny slippers on.
I’m not quite sure where she got them since bunny slippers aren’t a very noble, wizard thing. Probably something that her little muggle boyfriend gave her. I believe his name is Ted if I remember correctly. But me and Bella can’t be the ones to judge especially since we’re both dating girls and Rita is a half-blood. Alice is a pureblood so mother and father will at least tolerate her.
“Is everything alright, Cissy?” God, I hate when everyone calls me that.
Except for Alice.
To be honest though,
I pretty much like everything Alice does.
“Bellatrix tried to kill herself. She’s in the hospital wing right now,” I feel the tears rush to my eyes threatening to spill over and ruin the makeup I put on earlier this day.
I watch the color drain from Dromeda’s face. Kassidy also looks quite concerned for Bella. Andromeda’s eyes redden and swell with tears. Almost as if she was about to cry like a broken heart spilling from a shattered cup.
“I have to go and get someone who deeply cares about Bellatrix, but I’ll meet you at the Hospital Wing,” I hold back the tears glistening on the brim of my eyes.
“Okay,” Dromeda begins switching out her clothing and taking out the curlers in her hair as she briskly gets ready to leave and go see Bella.
I rush out of her dormitory but not forgetting to give Kassidy a small, simple, and short parting wave as she is one of the nicest Slytherins I have ever met. I bolt down the stairs into the common room and then out of the snake-bordered door. Nobody will ever get the Blacks’ love for their sisters.
I keep dashing for the Ravenclaw tower. Rita has to know. If I don’t tell her she will kill me. Bloody hell how could anyone ever love fucking Bellatrix Druella Black. I’m her sister and I have trouble handling her random emotional outbursts but, Merlin, she’s never had one as bad as this before. No.
Of all people especially. I could never imagine the nice, half-blood, future author, Ravenclaw girl could fall in love with a mean, pureblood, psychotic, future abuser, Slytherin girl. However, they do make a perfect match. Despite Bellatrix being a fucking manipulating, sadistic freak. Because who doesn’t want to date a girl who threatens to kill herself when you don’t kiss her.
Not only does she threaten to kill herself. She also goes through with it. Which is most definitely worse than just threatening to do so. Such a cute couple. That therapist girlfriend and her emotionally unavailable and mentally ill girlfriend.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Bellatrix doesn’t live.
No.
Why should I ever wish that upon anyone yet alone my sister?
This is going to make a great snog sesh with Alice.
I need to stop.
My legs abruptly collapse beneath me and begin coughing and hyperventilating. Not quite what I meant by needing to stop but that’s okay. I lay on the cold floor, and it gives me the cool feeling to help refresh my sweltering body. My legs ache and my lungs feel like they’re contract, but I get up and keep pushing on.
My legs feel like they’re about to fall off, but I have to keep going. Rita will kill me if I don’t tell her about this. Bellatrix will kill me if I tell Rita about this. Either way I’m going to end up dead.
Lose, lose situation I have here.
My lungs were screaming for air, and every breath comes in with a ragged and desperate gasp. My heart hammers in my chest and each beat feels like it’s cracking my ribs. Each breath feels like I’m inhaling shards of glass instead of air. The muscles tighten in my thighs as a constant reminder of the overexertion upon my frail and exhausted body.
My legs want to give out, but I just can’t let them do that. I have to keep going no matter how much it hurts me. I don’t care if this lands me in the Hospital Wing. As long as Rita knows what is happening and doesn’t hear it from someone else.
After what feels like thousands upon thousands of hours, minutes, and seconds later. I finally arrive at the Ravenclaw tower. Only one slight problem. I don’t know how to answer the riddle to get inside.
Oops.
I try to negotiate with the magical machine thing that states the riddle. Merlin, I never knew how annoying magic really could be. There is probably not convincing this thing to let me in, but it is at least worth a shot.
“Please let me in! My sister just tried to kill herself and I’m trying to tell her girlfriend!” I plead with the words tumbling out my mouth almost as fast as the tears flow out of my eyes and the sobs are choked out of my throat.
To some extent, the entrance did understand, and the doors open wide to reveal a staircase leading up to the common room I would assume. I rush up the spiral staircase which makes me unreasonably dizzy. Probably due to the excessive amounts of running I have done in the past five minutes.
Bloody those five minutes felt more like five hours.
Really shows how many thoughts go through your head in such a short amount of time.
Nobody is really in the common room at this hour but the ones that are don’t really mind me and just assume I’m someone’s random hook up for the night. My heart races and beats against my lungs that are screeching for more oxygen. Yet I still ignore them. And I used to praise myself for being smart.
I find the door labeled ‘Seventh Year Girls’ before knocking on the door as loudly as possible. All I require is somebody’s attention. Luckily, I seem to get that. You never know where being a rich and powerful pureblood can get you until you’re met with the face of a scared muggleborn girl.
“Save me the bullshit. Where the actual fuck is Rita Bridget Skeeter?” I ask, ignoring the terrified look spread across Edith Winters face.
“She’s at a willow tree near the Black Lake,” Her voice shakes as she responds.
Of course she’d be at the willow tree. Bellatrix goes there whenever she’s in distress. Why wouldn’t Rita do the exact same thing? She’s probably peacefully reading or studying under the tree having no idea what Bellatrix just did to herself.
“Thank you,” I’m so excited to run another fucking mile across the school.
I sprint off into the night air. The breeze wishes around me. The silver stars enchant the night sky, yet all I can think about is Bellatrix looking up into them before slitting her wrists open.
Eventually, I make it to the willow tree and alone behold the one and only Rita Skeeter staring into the sky. If there is anything that I know it’s astrology. And the star she is most definitely looking at is the one known as Gamma Orionis. Or better known as Bellatrix.
“Rita, you need to come with me,” I frantically exclaim before I even stop running.
“Chill out dude,” Never in my entire life did I think I would get the perfect privilege of seeing Rita fucking Skeeter high.
Yet here I am.
“Are you fucking high right now?” I feel my anger like a tea kettle hitting its whistling point.
“I only smoked a little something-something,” Her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Yeah, she’s most definitely high right now.
“You’re absolutely insane, do you know what drugs can do to you?” A stern look is spread across my porcelain-colored face.
“You need to learn to treat yourself with respect or else no man will ever want you,” I don’t pay attention to words that roll off of my tongue that make me sound almost exactly like my mother.
“Good thing I don’t like men,” a giggle arises from the depths of her throat.
I almost feel a laugh leave me, but I hold it in since this is a very serious moment. I shouldn’t be laughing. My sister is literally about to die. Madame Pomfrey should be able to save her,
Right?
No, I can’t keep thinking so negatively I have to think positive. Bellatrix fucking Black can’t die. It’s impossible.
“Rita, Bella just tried to kill herself. She’s in the Hospital Wing. You need to come with me right now,” I watch as the tears well up in Rita’s eyes.
Does this dumb bitch have to put this poor blonde in so much pain and suffering.
Of course she does, she's a Black for Merlin’s sake.
“Rita, we don’t have time for your obnoxious tears we have to go and see her,” She hastily gets up off of the damp grass and immediately rushes over to me giving me a big hug that makes me feel like I can’t breathe.
The young and naive girl pulls away from the embrace and stands by my side for a minute before we both rush to one place we spend way too much time in.
The Hospital Wing.