Black Roses

Disclaimer : I OWN NOTHING ( well maybe the plot but that's it!)

Please review but don't be too harsh I'm new to this.

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Cissy was the only one who could stop me. She was the only one who was never scared of me. Because she knew I'd never hurt her.

When she was born Mummy hesitated before letting me hold her. For good reason too. I'd already dropped Dromeda more times than anyone cared to mention, broken her arm twice and pushed her down three flights of stairs. All credit to her, she gave as good as she got. I like to think I was the sole reason she was the toughest two year old that ever lived. And I had the bruises to prove it.

But the moment I held little Cissy I knew she was different. She looked ... breakable! And I also knew that if anyone ever did break her, even scratch her, or cause those big blue eyes to tear, I'd rip them limb from limb.

"Let me hold her Bella! Let me!" Dromeda whined.

I turned to give her a glare that would in later years quell the most hardened Death Eaters. She was used to it though. She didn't even flinch.

"No you're too young. You'll drop her."

And I handed the little blonde bundle back to Mummy who gazed at me open mouthed.

"You know Bella," she said lowering the little angel into the heavy wooden cradle, with the Black family crest on the headboard, that had belonged to me And Andromeda respectively, "I think you're going soft."

As I gazed at the sleeping baby I realised that this might actually be true. But it was only true for this delicate creature lying before me.

I bent to kiss her forehead then turned and slapped Dromeda hard enough to make her fall.

"No I'm NOT!" I shrieked as I ran from the room to the sound of Dromeda's wails.

Hey, I may have only been four years old but I had a reputation to keep.