Andromeda watched her sister closely, waiting for her reply. The silence fell over them once more, covering them in a thick blanket. Her tongue suddenly felt too big for her mouth, thick and heavy. But she felt glued in place, unable to move until Bellatrix broke the silence. She couldn’t quite figure out what to say. The indifferent shrug fueled a growing fire inside of her. The anger that she had just released seemed to be growing inside of her once more.
Bellatrix had grown up? Andy licked her lips, standing up from the sofa. She felt strong once again, functioning on the adrenaline pumping in her. “Did you?” she asked quietly, looking into her sister’s eyes. It was almost like they were representing two different sides. Bellatrix was so obviously lost to the dark side, standing in the shadows figuratively and literally. But Andromeda was fighting her way to the light, to the good side, the light shining on her.
"I don’t think you did," Andromeda spoke once more after a long pause. She spoke with an increasing sense of strength. She no longer felt frightened right now. "You didn’t. You haven’t. You never will.. Not as long as you support what you support. All you’re doing is eradicating or attempting to eradicate a portion of the human race. Can you not comprehend that what you think is unjust?"
At first she spoke a bit timidly, slightly afraid of what Bellatrix would do or think, but the more she spoke, the more strength she felt. She had to correct her sister’s thinking. She couldn’t just let her wipe out the muggleborns or halfbloods… or whatever she wished. She simply didn’t believe in blood purity. Everyone was as much of a wizard as the rest of the purebloods were.
"I can’t let you keep going on like this, Bellatrix. You’re not the girl who used to be my sister," she added quietly, continuing to look her sister straight on.
The desecrated sentence her once beloved sister had spoken sounded horrendous, cruel and inequitable to her delicate ears, nevertheless the actualisation of their situation remained that Bellatrix had not been present for an indescribable amount of time, alive in nothing but her own world, locked too far within herself and unable to break the shackles, imprisoned in a different universe. Her anxiousness to cause failure or possess weakness had often led to dangerousness, her dangerousness then in turn leading to anger, which let to more failure, she supposed.
”No.” The response was rather simple, nonetheless, the sensation of the torturous end of a fantastic book approached her, the emotions that were felt when forced to leave the writer and the universe he or she created somehow beneath the surface, the haze of confusion mixed with both relief as sadness alike having succeeded to slip through the cracks in her countenance, truthful, as if they had managed to slip through the broken pieces of her soul too.
Despite the consequences of her answer, she had not lied. She did not understand her sister’s weird fixation with the other breed, the impure, that had been named for a reason that was more than obvious. Purebloods had vanished, their reign over, but this time their righteous claim on the throne would be heard and accepted. This time, each of them would sit on the top of the world as each of them deserved to. Nevertheless, the other worthless breed had continued to spread as a plague, infecting those with a pure mind, bending the innocent souls to attend to their need and requests.
The traitors were to be punished, though somewhere Bellatrix understood their foolishness. Not every person was as strong and impenetrable as she was - or rather, had been before she had become this wreck, this machine.
Invisible bullets that existed in nothing but another one of her questionable fantasies soared around them, wounded that part of a lighter blackness that no one appeared to see or cared enough to notice, the broken parts of that piece of her distressed soul in which she had contained her love for her sisters floating in the air around them, the debris cutting her in the unbreakable parts of the darkness too, though the wounds were swallowed in the blackness and were left unattended, completely ignored.
Their bond would never return, Bellatrix acknowledged as she listened to the sentence her sister muttered, the words repeating themselves in her mind. You’re not the girl who used to be my sister. She put a question mark behind it. If she wasn’t her, then who was she?
”Because I am not your sister anymore.” The words were cruel, spoken as if it disgusted her to even look at her sister’s form. Undeniably so, it did. She felt sick in her stomach, unsure on whether this was anxiousness or ferocious anger that had taken a hold of her, but deciding it was definitely the latter as she could hear herself growl, as a monstrous animal would do.
She stared at her sister, trembling with anger that she felt she could no longer hold back. ”That it, isn’t it?” She asked, mockingly, her chin held high, arrogance and anger visible in her posture. ”Don’t even deny it.”