A/N: Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and definately not me.

Stolen Sparkles - 1960

"Bella! Give me back Sparkles!" Narcissa screamed at her elder sister, tears beginning to well up in her huge blue eyes.

Nine-year-old Bellatrix Black was at that mischievous age where she just had to cause trouble, and five-year-old Narcissa usually copped the rough end of the stick, due to the fact that their eight-year-old sister Andromeda was taller than both of them.

Bella had stolen Narcissa's plush unicorn, Sparkles, and was dangling it above Narcissa's head.

"BELLA!"

Narcissa's screams had reached a deafening pitch.

"NARCISSA! Be quiet!"

Now their father was getting involved. The stomping of his feet was getting closer. They were in trouble now. He usually stayed out of their fights, mainly because he couldn't be bothered getting involved with females. He'd been severely disappointed when he realised he wasn't going to have a son and heir. It meant that in the event of his death, the Black family home would be inherited by his sister, Walburga, as she had two sons. And that made him even les happy.

Still, he loved his three daughters, which was why it vexed him so much to see them fighting. He was not looking forward to them becoming teenagers.

He walked into the room, to find Andromeda reading a book in a corner, with Bellatrix and Narcissa in the middle of the room. Bella was standing on top of the coffee table, waving the blue unicorn above her head. Narcissa was lying on the floor, kicking and screaming and banging the floor with her fists.

Cygnus picked his youngest daughter up, turning her over, so he could cradle her in his arms.

"Stop crying Narcissa," Cygnus ordered his daughter. Narcissa stopped her crying in an instant, resorting to looking up at her father with her big blue eyes.

"Daddy, Bella has Sparkles," she told her father, in a very wobbly voice.

Cygnus reached out and swiped Sparkles out of Bella's hands.

"Not anymore she doesn't," he replied, handing Sparkles back to Narcissa. He lowered Narcissa to the ground, and turned his attention to Bella, fixing her with a stern gaze. "Library, now. Move it."

Bellatrix jumped off the coffee table, and followed her father to the library, looking quite defeated. In contrast, Narcissa was now looking quite pleased with herself, and skipped off to find her mother.

The doorbell sounded at that moment. Narcissa skipped to the door, swinging it open as violently as a five-year-old could.

"Hello Mrs Malfoy," she greeted Lucius' mother cheerily, "hi Lucius!"

She held the door open as Lucius and his mother walked into the house.

"Mummy is in the sitting room, Mrs Malfoy," Cissa informed her, "come on, I'll show you."

Narcissa skipped away, into the direction of the sitting room.

"Mummy! Mrs Malfoy is here!"

Narcissa didn't wait around for the two women to exchange pleasantries.

"Come on Lucius. Let's go play!"

Lucius had been Narcissa's playmate since she could remember. Of course, all the first play dates she could remember, involved her cousin Evan. Narcissa didn't get along very well in Evan, and it seemed as though Lucius had fun playing with Narcissa.

Neither knew it yet, but already, they were destined for one another.