DISCLAIMER: All of this belongs to JK and unfortunately, I am not JK Yup, I know big shock!

Hi people! Welcome to my new story – I hope you like it!  The following chapters are going to be only from the POV of one person and set in the past when they were young. I know it is kind of weird starting with the end, but you know what happens to characters anyways and besides – I am weird! 

Cissy:

I came into this world to my parent's disapproval. They had been hanging all their hopes on the fact that this, their last child, would be a boy – and their wishes had been confirmed by the family Seer's prediction. Yet when I arrived, I was a girl – and the only member of my family to have blonde hair, not dark. I wasn't what they expected, nor what they wanted. Nonetheless, I was what they got.

When I was younger, my older sister Bellatrix used to taunt me about my name, and to this day I still hate it. "Cissy is a sissy" she would say as she followed me around chanting incessantly, until I was ready to tear out my hair and scream at her to stop. Not that I ever did of course, oh no! That would hardly have shown the manners, decorum and meek temperament expected of a child lucky enough to be born into the right noble House of Black, and I would never, ever consider not acting as was expected. It was always my sister Andromeda who was the one to fight the rules and the prejudices that surrounded our upbringing, never me. I didn't dare – maybe Bella was right from the start, I was a sissy. When both of my sisters fought for what they believed, I stayed torn between the two – ever anxious to choose. And now that I have finally made my decision, I am still looking over my shoulder, wondering if it was right.

But that's not the only reason I loathed my name, for I was a flower, the only flower in a family full of stars. Maybe I was lucky that way because I think that was what saved me – the stars all burnt out. Sirius was brilliant, but his brilliance was soon stolen by Azkaban. Regulus did what I did, and waited to fight back, but when he did it ended in his destruction. Andy didn't wait – but maybe should have. Bella, well she was Bella, and her radiance captivated everyone. Then she lost her sanity, and blazed all the brighter, but the more she burned, the more the flames consumed her.

Is it better though, to live aloof in the heavens, even if you do suffer? Is one moment of brilliance worth your ultimate destruction? For years I thought so, and I cursed my name for the fact I stayed on earth, invisible, scared and overlooked. But perhaps I was wrong, because though flowers are slow to bloom they still do so eventually, and though I waited until the end to hit out, I was the one who made the difference. In that split second, I was finally the one who mattered. Andy and Bella, they chose their sides – opposite as they were – and it was these opposing teams with gave them their fuel. But to me it did not matter who won and who lost – just as long as my son, my darling Draco - who I named for a star as was traditional, and who too suffered for it – just as long as he stayed alive, it was ok. I need to keep telling myself this, because somewhere deep inside me I feel I may have just made the biggest mistake of my life.

I feel like I've been living a lie my whole life, and even none it's none now, it over – I still feel caught between my two sisters but I've already made my choice between them, without really thinking it through. I say that those I love are the most important things to me, but in saving my son I indirectly killed my Bella... and I always cherished my husband but now I have gone against him and soon he will be captured and imprisoned, and it is my fault. What if he finds out what I've done? I've betrayed him and Bella and for what? Is my son really worth my husband's love, my sister's life and the ideals of my entire family? What frightens me is that I think I know the answer, but I'm not sure I want to. What has this war done to the three of us?

We grew up in a dark house with an even darker name, and each chose our different ways to fight this darkness. Andy used her courage to escape it, Bella used her fire to attack it – but I chose to use ice to defend myself from it. What I didn't realise was that even ice can melt.

Andy:

When I was at school I thought I had everything I ever wanted. Everything I ever needed. Unsurprisingly, I was wrong.

Rebellion isn't something you plan, isn't something you are born with inside you – it's just something that happens. I used to be the sane one – while Bella was busy fighting and Cissy busy hiding, I did what I needed to do to carry on. I smiled at those endless extravagant balls, bought fancy dresses and let kind relatives pat me on the head and, frankly, I loved it. I'd be lying if I told you that I had instinctively felt against the arrogant pureblood ideas portrayed by my family. I hadn't. I wasn't like my cousin Sirius, who grew up knowing what it took me a long time to learn. When, at 11, the Sorting Hat placed on my head decreed to my ears only that I was a true Gryffindor, I forced it to place me in Slytherin, and thought no further of it and happily went along with the absurdity that is the House of Black. That's how I was until Ted.

Ted's gone now. Trampled and crushed by a tide of hatred, monstrosity and pureblood ideals that have swept across my world in recent years – led by (who else?) my sister Bellatrix, who used to be my idol, who used to tell me bedtime stories and kiss me goodnight. But what hurt most was who stood next to her – Cissy. My Cissy, who everyone thought so fragile, so delicate but I knew had more spirit than both of us put together, but had just learned to bottle it up. She was there and she couldn't even look me in the eye. Oh she wasn't fighting against me, but neither was she at my side. When I left her I hurt her as I did so, so many. My parents were shaken, and angry, and reacted by ensuring Bella was also led astray by marrying her to a respectable gentleman, one whom she did not love – she took her hatred of me for that with her to the grave.

I came here fighting the same fight as I was when I ran away, but this time it was another generation that saw its end. An end I should relish, but don't. Oh, Voldemort may be gone now, but so are the Marauders who helped me find who I was, and so is Ted. So is my brave, beautiful daughter who was too much like me, because she wouldn't listen to dangers and still chose to fight, and that was ultimately what killed her.

When you started to read this story, the story of the three of us, you probably thought that I was the one that you would like, the one you would sympathise with; the one who fought for what she believed in and did the right thing. Now, I'm flattered but sad to tell you you're wrong. I sit here alone now, Cissy still too hurt that I abandoned her to see me, everyone whoever mattered to me dead and Bella lying stone cold in front of me. She died while we were still enemies, I should have tried to conciliate before now, but she was so wrapped up in the dark I was too scared to try and reach her through it, afraid of what I might find. Since I was burned from the tapestry, I put my heart and soul into the battle that is now won: but I can't join in the crowd's exultation. I don't feel anything at all, just empty. I'm no longer sure if I made the right choice, by leaving – because if I hadn't then I might still have my sisters – and now that the man I left for is dead – really, what is there for me now in the world I ran too? Should I run back? I fashioned my own world and for a while it made me happy – but now the shadows of my sisters are drawing in and my husband who was my sun has gone out. I know now that the battle I started fighting at 16, which in my naivety I thought heroic and glorious, was – despite the cheers around me – a battle, ultimately, I lost.

Bella:

You may think, reading this now, that I am crazy – that I'm evil. Maybe that's so, maybe, but then again maybe not. I wasn't always this way; I used to be happy and even liked by a few people: my sisters. The famous Black sisters were thought by most to be gifted, desirable, and even perfect. It was only later they saw our flaws. We were as close as imaginable, we shared everything; loves, losses, and even little things like the details of a dull herbology lesson. That was how it used to be.

But then one day he came, that filthy mudblood and took Andy from me. And she went, willingly. Chose him, chose him over me. She broke my parents' hearts in doing so – after all this was their precious Andromeda we're talking about, the one who was named after an entire galaxy, when I was just one single star.

Then came Lucius with his flirting ways and captured my innocent little Cissy, who was forever disregarded. Looking back, I think she had more courage than the both of us put together, but she bottled it up, as she did everything else, and created the perfect pure-blood life for herself. The thing I thought I wanted above all, and somehow messed up, she got and part of me still hates her for it.

Then came Rodulphus with his sickening smile and watery eyes, and I despised him, but to my parents he was exactly what they were looking for. Then came the wedding and the whole sorry mess that was those years.

Growing up in the Black household we were enveloped in the darkness that accompanied the name. Andy fought the darkness, Cissy hid behind it – but I alone embraced it.

I didn't want to do it, the reason you've heard my name, the thing you're too polite to mention. Shall I shock you? Shall I say it? Ok then. I killed Sirius Black, my cousin. I killed Nymphadora Tonks, my niece. I killed Remus Lupin, tortured Alice & Frank Longbottom and ruined the lives of hundreds of people. I didn't want to and I didn't plan to. But I had to, because suddenly one day I woke up and realised I was alone, that the two girls who had been my only friends were now remote. So when the Dark Lord came with his new, shining empire with its purpose, drive and passion, I was fascinated. Drawn to it like a moth to flame, and to him, with his handsome looks and disarming smile, and the fact he gave me a purpose when I thought I'd nothing any more. That's when I did it. I'd like to say I regret what I did – but I'd be lying. I'd do it again today if I could have just one last chance at that entrancingly pure world he promised. Can you blame me? Yes, I know you can – that you still do. But if you've got a moment, I'd like to show you that it wasn't always like this: Andy used to be everything that was required of her and the calm voice that calmed me down when my temper flared. Cissy used to stand tall and confident, and when she looked at me she liked what she saw. As for me, I used to shine as bright as the star that is my namesake, but though stars are magnificent for a while, when they implode the black hole they create draws in everything surrounding them, and the whole universe is shaken as a result.

It wasn't always this way, I'll show you....

A/N: If you're confused about timings – Bella's is a little earlier than the others (during the great battle) even though its last because, well, I couldn't really write it from when she was dead now could I? The others are afterwards. Sorry if that isn't clear but I felt I should do each when it was the right time for the character's story, and Bella dies before the other stories are over.

I can't write a happy ending for the Blacks, because JK wrote it for them – but the least I can do is try to give them a happier beginning...

Anyways hope you likey and cookies, hugs, kisses, sunshine, marshmallows, fluffy bunnies and my endless gratitude if you review!!