The idea
Narcissa’s Pov:
Narcissa sat on the elegant black velvet sofa that stood facing the fireplace of the drawing room, Regulus was laid on his back with his head in her lap as she ran her fingers through his black curls. “Is it too much of a risk?” He said staring up at her with a calculating look on his face.
“They’ve always looked after us Reg, they always take the blame for everything, we would most likely be dead if it wasn’t for them. We can’t let this go on anymore.” So many times, Bella, Siri, and Meda have risked their lives for her and Reg…it’s time they repay them. The risk is worth it.
They should have done this long ago, but some part of her still loved her parents, as much suffering as they cause…they are still her parents. But she loves her sisters more, and it is the love she has for them and Reg and Siri, that made the choice easier.
“I know.” He said softly as he stood up from the sofa. “I think it’s time we bring ‘the idea’ to life, Cissy.” Something sad yet determined sparked in his eyes.
“The idea.” Narcissa sighed. “We have to get the others to agree, we could do it without them, but…it’s their parents too.”
Regulus smiled, it was a smile that told a thousand things, but mainly…the smile of a person who has already won. “Cissy. They’re our older siblings, they will do anything for us. All we need to do is ask.”
Narcissa couldn’t help the huff of laughter that escaped her lips. Regulus was right, they have always protected her and Reg, they have always been the ones to show them what it meant to be loved and wanted. They are the reason she knows that not all hands are made to bruise. They taught her that not all words cut, not all love leaves scars.
Regulus nodded in agreement, and held out his hand. “Let’s go speak to them now, the idea still needs some work, it may take some time to convince Andy, Siri will be fine with it and- “
“Bella will be overjoyed.” She smirks in amusement.
Reg shook his head in amusement, Narcissa took his hand and they headed up the stairs to find the others.
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Sirius’s Pov:
“I can’t watch it anymore.” Sirius whispered, his head in his hands. “It’s worse this year…he’s to…to young. He can’t be what they want him to be, Reggie…they’re going to destroy him, Bella.” He ignored the tears rolling down his cheek as he looked up at his cousins.
Neither of them spoke, they all knew there was no comfort. The children of the house of black were well versed in suffering. They made their peace with pain a long time ago.
Andromeda pulled him into a hug. “I know Siri, I’m sorry.”
Bella stood up from where the three of them were sitting on her bedroom floor. She started pacing the room a furious look on her face. “I fucking hate them!” She sent a blasting curse at one of the pillows on her bed, fluffy white feathers fluttered up into the air as the pillow exploded. “I’m going to rip their limbs off,” she kicked the wall. “Mark my words,” she kicked the wall again, “one day,” she was practically growling the words. “I will make them pay.” She sent another blasting curse, this time at a vase on her dresser.
Sirius watched her rage; Bella’s rage was his favourite rage. It was the only rage that had never been directed at him. Sure, sometimes she got pissed off with him or called him names, but never not once has she ever directed her fury to him.
Bella’s rage is for everyone except four lucky people…Regulus, Narcissa, Sirius, and Andromeda.
Bella is the oldest out of all of them (only a year older than Sirius, but still) She has been protecting them as long as he can remember. She is the first person who loved him, and the first person to look at him and not expect him to be perfect.
Many people look at Bella, and see something frightening, they feel threatened and wait in anticipation for the pain they believe she’ll inflict. They fear her rage, her words, her gaze…but all Sirius has ever felt is safety.
“Bella come sit down.” Andromeda says a sad look on her face.
His eldest cousins scowls for a moment before sitting down with a huff.
“We’re always so…helpless.” She looks at Andromeda, with a frustrated expression, grey eyes still stormy. Bella and Andy have very similar facial expressions, they’re often mistaken for twins.
“I know.” Andromeda says, rubbing comforting circles on his back. Andy has always been the calmest and most level headed out of the five of them.
“What do I do.” Sirius says and their attention turns back to him. He already knows what Andy will say before she says it, he squeezes his eyes shut in anticipation.
“There’s nothing you can do, Siri.” Andy says in a quiet voice.
“You already do everything you can. Reg would be significantly more screwed if it wasn’t for you.” Bella says, as she picks feathers out of her hair.
“I guess…” he mumbles. They both know their words don’t help, but for some reason he still needs to hear them.
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Andromeda’s pov:
Andromeda is still trying fruitlessly to make Sirius feel better when the door to her older sister's room opens with a rather loud crash.
Narcissa and Regulus practically burst into the room. They both look like their plotting something that will most definitely get them in trouble. Andromeda was about to say as much, but Bellatrix beats her to it.
“Little flower, little star.” She says with a playful frown. “You have your mischief faces on. What have you done?”
Cissa and reg share a look, some sort of silent conversation happens in the space of a few seconds, and then ‘little flower’ and ‘little star’ as Bella calls them, turn to look at them with faces that are clearly meant to convey innocence and sweetness.
Regulus and Narcissa are the same age, they are the best of friends and share many of the same interests such as poetry, reading, potion brewing, house elf befriending, and many others. However, they both have a bit of a tendency for mischief.
Anyone outside this room would not believe that fact even if Andromeda presented them with proof. To the rest of the world flower and star present themselves as calculated, deadly calm, apathetic, much older than they’re mere fifteen years of age, and most of all rule followers.
But the people in this room know differently. They know that Regulus and Narcissa black are the most mischievous demonic little toe rags known (or unknown) to Wixen kind.
People say Sirius is mischief, but Andromeda would use the word rebellious instead.
Sirius causes chaos for a set purpose, to break out of the chains his parents have bound him in, he rebels against their orders and wishes, he does it loudly and proudly like the Gryffindor he is. But every prank he pulls or trouble he creates is to make his parents lives more difficult.
Regulus and Narcissa on the other hand…they cause mischief for no reason at all. They’re too smart for their own goods and they almost always get away with their genius secret plots.
When they were in their second year at Hogwarts, they both became Animagi in secret without telling a single soul. They did it because they found Hogwarts classes “unfulfilling”
They set fire to Orion’s office, (with Orion still inside) without getting caught. Andromeda still has no idea how they managed to pull that one off, Sirius said that Regulus told him they were merely helping Orion prepare for the afterlife.
They don’t do petty pranks or pointless jokes.
They commit full on crimes that could land them in Azkaban.
So, when Regulus and Narcissa look at them with sweet innocent faces, clearly plotting, mischief in their eyes…
Andromeda prepares herself for the worst.
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Regulus’s Pov:
Regulus stood next to his cousin Cissy, as the door swung slowly shut behind them.
He looked at his other cousins and his brother, for some reason the room was covered in white feathers he chooses not to question it. Bella is the one who speaks a playful frown on her face, “Little flower, little star. You have your mischief faces on. What have you done?”
Andromeda is watching them with a look of resignation and acceptance, as if she knows what is to come but cannot think of a way to stop it.
Sirius on the other hand has a slow grin stretching across his face, though Regulus notices his eyes are red from crying.
Regulus shares a look with Narcissa, a silent question of “ready?”
Narcissa stares back at him, her eyes say “of course I am.”
He turns back to the others, he puts an expression on his face that he hopes will help with the “we are your baby brother and cousin, do what we say.” Act.
“Spit it out, you tiny devils.” Sirius says with a laugh.
Regulus scowls, “I am not a tiny devil.”
Narcissa pinches his arm, “focus Reg.” she hisses.
He shakes of his indignation and then says. “We have an…idea.”
“But we won’t do it unless you agree.” Narcissa adds in a level tone.
“No.” Andromeda says firmly. “No plots. I will not be a part of any plots.”
Sirius grins wider. “It depends what it is.”
Bella cackles, “you two are my favourite trouble makers, so much better than Siri.” She shakes her head. “What is this idea of yours?”
“Oi! I take offence to that.” Sirius says looking at Bella with deep betrayal in his eyes.
“Please for the love of Merlin and Morgana, and all the muggle deities tell me it doesn’t involve fire.” Andromeda groans, rubbing at her temples as if trying to ward of a headache.
“We may need a little bit of fire.” Narcissa says causing Andy to flop backwards dramatically with a hand held to her forehead like a swooning middle-aged woman.
“I still want to know how you set fire to dearest dads office.” Sirius says thoughtfully.
“We don’t divulge the details of our past…ideas.” Regulus smirks.
“Tell us the idea!” Bella demands with a laugh, her eyes alight with anticipation.
Narcissa smiles, “may I ask for your utmost attention and silence.” She says her eyes glinting with mirth, the others fall silent, watching her intently, Bella and Siri still grinning.
Regulus is almost completely sure that they will agree. Why wouldn’t they? They coddle him and Cissy, they protect them from their parents, they take pain that isn’t theirs just so they’re youngest cousin and sibling will have one less scar. They worry for them and care for them, he thinks that Andromeda, Bellatrix, and Sirius have always been better parents than their actual parents.
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Bellatrix’s Pov:
Narcissa stands in front of them like the little princess she is, posture perfect, not a hair out of place. As she declares she and Reg want to commit murder. (Bella is not as shocked as she should be)
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“As you know, mother and father are trying to get Bella pawned of to that useless waste of oxygen Rudolphus Lestrange.” Narcissa spits out the name like its poison burning through her teeth. “Bella you’re in love with Rita skeeter, you don’t want to marry him, you don’t want children, they are trapping you into a future you will despise, and you’ll most likely go mad if they succeed.” Cissy says in a somewhat apathetic voice.
All of what her littlest sister just said is true, but Bella can’t help but scoff indignantly. It’s not like she can do anything about it aside from kill herself. She has been toying with idea of making herself a widow, it would be fairly easy to murder her soon to be husband, however…it would take some effort time and planning, wish she may not have the patience for.
She wonders for a moment if Rita will be angry enough about the forced marriage to just kill Rudolphus herself. She most likely would…actually the longer Bella thinks about it, the more she wishes to see the love of her life kill for her.
“Sirius,” Regulus begins. “Our parents believe you are a failure and a stain on the name of black, it’s only a matter of time before they disown you or kill you, most likely the second option.” He takes a deep breath in. “you’re a Gryffindor, you’re secretly in a homosexual relationship with a werewolf, you wear nail polish and you have been known to wear skirts, if our parents find out any of that they will murder you without a second thought.” Regulus sighs. “I don’t want to be an only child.”
Bellatrix burst into laughter, “they’ve got you all figured out!” She laughs. Something about the way little star stated these facts so bluntly made it all the more hilarious.
Once Bella stopped giggling, Cissa continued with their speech. “Andromeda, you are in love with a muggle born, there is no way on Circes green earth that you will ever go through with future marriage arrangement that mother and father will inevitably set up for you. And you will most likely be killed or disowned if they find out about Ted Tonks.” She puts her hands on her hips and looks at Andy threateningly, it reminds Bella of a kitten hissing at a mouse. “I like having two sisters.”
“I am bisexual as fuck.” Regulus picks the speech back up. “Also, I am in love with a blood traitor and a muggle born, I would also be killed if mother and father found out.”
Narcissa smirks and then says, “I’m dating a half-blood girl whose father runs an ice cream shop, I’m a lesbian and I would rather die than marry a man, they will also kill me if they find out.”
Bella was already fully aware of the things they are saying, she chuckles to herself for a moment; instead of the noble and most ancient house of black it should be the noble and most ancient house of gays.
Bella wonders what the purpose of this speech is, how does this lead up to the great idea?
“Do you have a point?” Sirius says incredulously. “Or are you just laying all our secrets out for fun?”
“I’m getting to the point, give me a moment you’re more impatient than a hungry hippogryh.” Regulus huffs in annoyance, rolling his eyes as he speaks.
“The point is at some point in the future they’ll want to kill us.” Cissa says matter of factly.
“Our secrets will leak at some point, and then we’ll all be doomed.” Regulus looked at them expectedly as if they were supposed to know what he was about to say.
“Come on little star the anticipation is killing me.” She drawled.
Regulus sighed and looked at Narcissa in exasperation, as if to say “Merlin they are so stupid; do they even know which arm is their wand arm?”
Cissa shakes her head and an amused smile formed on her face. “We have a plan to kill our parents.”