The Black Sisters

Chapter 1

I clapped my hands firmly und cheered loudly. I sat next to my little sister, Andromeda, who was also clapping her hands, but not as loud as I was. Her long, dark black hair fell over her shoulders, in her face, disturbing her view. She wiped those few dark strands away and waved Narcissa over. She just got elected as a Slytherin, just as we were. "Sissy!", I practically screamed over the great hall, gaining her attention. She stumbled shyly through the great hall, until she reached us. "Damn, Sissy, I wouldn't have expected you to be in Slytherin too!", I said as I slightly punched her arm as a joke, but she just looked onto the ground. Andromeda sighed as I rolled my eyes and grabbed a fully round, big red apple, looking so unreal. It made a loud cracking sound as I bit into it and Narcissa backed away. "You need to gain some self-confidence, Sissy", I told her while gobbling that apple, "Don't always be so unsure!"

Andromeda grabbed her arm softly and led her towards the bench. People started laughing at Narcissa. I watched them firmly as that bloody apple cracked another time, even louder than before, leaving an awkward silence. There was a dull noise and I looked down, just to see the bread Andromeda gave to Narcissa. She let it fall down. More people started laughing. I heard whispering: "Isn't she part of the big Black family?" "How embarrassing for her sisters to have her in her family." I gasped for air and screamed inwardly. 'Damn all that stupid people. Damn those morons.' I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and sighed. I relaxed. Everytime Andromeda did this, it made me feel a lot calmer than before. I concentrated on the sorting ceremony and tried to ignore that stupid laughter.

I watched as Lucius, the young Malfoy kid, took place on that tiny chair, that still looked insanely big compared to the tiny, skinny boy. He grinned nervously, obviously hoping that they won't laugh at him either. That stupid little boy thinks he's such a big boy but when it comes to being a big boy, he's just the tiny little kid he always was. 'Pathetic', I thought, while throwing the apple core over my shoulder onto the ground. Some oddly disgusting looking prefect watched me firmly and I decided to stick out my tongue at him. He deserved it.

"Bella! What are you doing again? Such an odd behavior!", Andromeda told me, sternly watching every single one of my moves. I laughed and pointed my finger at her face. "You look so funny when you try to look like a strict parent, Andy!" I wiped away my tears of laughter and chuckled slightly. Andromeda always tried to be the older sister, but miserably failed when it came to me. I, the actual oldest sister, was too stubborn, to wild for her to handle. I made fun of everyone and everything, it really didn't matter in which context.

Andromeda clenched her tooth, it made a weird cracking sound, and I grinned. Again, she brushed her hair out of her face, something that I don't even bother to do. It's funny, because she and I, have the same strand of long, black hair, falling onto our faces, even though I've got nice, wild curls and Andromeda got those boring sleek strands of hair.

"I'll sit here.", I heard that shrieking voice of that Lucius kid behind me. His voice was obviously shaking, but he was trying to sound confident. He was scared of me. I turned my head and looked at his pathetic face and grinned. "Wow, Lucius, you got into Slytherin, congratulations!", I said obviously ironic, but he just smiled and sat next to Narcissa. 'Stupid moron.', I just thought and rolled my eyes.

Narcissa nervously bit her lip while talking to the platinum blonde haired boy. I always wondered how his hair got that kind of color. It's rather odd, since his mother had dark black hair, but let's forget about that. I decided that I needed fresh air and left the great hall and the student in there. The clapping sound of my footsteps in the hallways was awfully loud and I wondered why, just as I bumped into someone. Ever since my four years in Hogwarts, I've never seen this boy – no – this man. Did he even have the permission to walk around the castle?