Blood is Thicker

Prologue

         September 23, 1977

     It was dark. The pitter patter of rain on the windows was prominent. Lestrange Manor was a dark, dank, and cold place. Anyone who looked at it could tell that it used to be beautiful, but with the ongoing war, the once magnificent mansion-like place, had become rundown. 
    Inside it was silent, until a shrill scream broke out. The scream would send chills down even the darkest of monster's and wizard's spines. The source of the scream was upstairs in the large and elegant room at the end of the hall, the last door on the left. 
     The inside of the room, like everything else in this house, looked like it could have been beautiful, if maintained properly. 
      Four people stood inside the room, all women. One looked like a nurse, and one a doctor. Both looked concentrated in the work they were doing. The next woman had black hair with blonde highlights. She had a mixture of a scowl and a smile on her face, which looked incredibly uncomfortable. 
     The last woman was laying on the bed, her dark curly hair sticking to her sweat covered face which was scrunched up in pain. The woman had aristocratic features, which, like the house, could be beautiful, but were corrupted in insanity and pain. 
      "When I count to three, I want you to push, okay? One, two three. Push!" The doctor ordered the dark haired woman. 
    The woman screamed, as she felt every fiber in her being lit on fire. 
   After a few minutes of the same procedure, the doctor was holding a newborn baby girl. She handed the unusually beautiful and silent child to the mother. The witnesses in the room marvelled at the beauty of the child and the gentleness of the mother towards her. The child had dark brown straight hair, brown eyes, and a small and delicate nose. It looked as though she were an angel, but everyone knew that could not be true. An angel could not be born from a demon, but many hoped that the angelic looking child would bring goodness into the mother's world of darkness, pain, and insanity.
    The woman looked down at the child, smiling with happiness and pride as she said "Her name is Cassiopeia Druella Lestrange."
  

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            December 29, 1979

     "Okay Bella, I want you to push as hard as you can. I see the head already! Just a little more!" The blonde woman encouraged as she stood above the dark-haired witch who happened to be her sister. This was the same woman who was with her in the same situation 2 years ago. The only difference was the lack of a nurse and doctor. Seeing as how Bella's name got around for being a Deatheater, no one would come out to Lestrange Manor. 
     But Bellatrix wasn't just any Deatheater, no she was named as his most loyal, trusted, psychotic, and insane Deatheater. She had tortured hundreds, whether they were Light or Dark. Many thought Cassiopeia, her firstborn child, could save whatever goodness was left inside of her, but they were wrong. There never was any goodness in her, only a twisted cruel sense of being.
      "Okay Bella, one more push! One more!" She woman prompted.  
      "Cissy, if you say that one more time, I swear I will-" The words of the dark headed woman, Bellatrix, were cut off by an awful scream. You could hear the pain laced in it. 
     A few seconds later, the woman with the blonde in hair was holding a newborn baby girl. This baby, like the last, was incredibly beautiful. She had dark brown, almost black, curly hair. She had a darker skin tone then her sister, yet the same brown eyes she looked at you with. Like her sister too, she was not crying.  Happiness gleamed in the blonde's eyes, but that stopped when she heard another scream. As she looked at Bellatrix, she seen why. 
      "Oh dear! Bella sweetheart, you are having twins!  I need you to push just a little more." She coaxed gently. 
    "That's what you said ten minutes Cissy! Say it again, and I'll curse your tongue off!" Bellatrix shrieked as she gave one final push. 
    Now, instead of one newborn baby girl, she was holding two. Like her sisters, the youngest one had dark brownish-black hair which contrasted with her different pale skin. Her eyes, also the same as her siblings. No one could deny that she was also very beautiful. It pained the blonde woman, Narcissa, that each one of her sister's children's skin would one day be branded with the same mark her husband and sister wore, but she knew these thoughts could never be made known. If she even so much as breathed a word  of how she felt, she would be tortured and killed for treason. She just didn't see all the need for blood purity, but she wasn't as stupid as her sister, Andromeda. She knew she would be disowned, and that couldn't happen. A privileged life was all she knew. But she did know one thing. If Voldemort ever did die, then she would let her children be with whomever they wanted to be with, Muggleborn or not. 
     As she handed the children to their mother, she felt anguish and pity towards them. Their mother was crazy. They would never receive the type of love they deserved. It wasn't the mother's fault, either. Their mother was insane. She wasn't right. Everyone knew it, but no one had the nerve to say it. 
    Bellatrix looked at them in adoration, but nothing close to the way she looked at Cassiopeia. Anyone could tell that was going to be her favorite child. 
    "Their names are Gemini Elladora Lestrange and Ariel Cedrella Lestrange