#theblacksisters

[rockongolddustw]

The brilliantly talented guine_evere on IG drew this commission for The Black Prophecy - beautifully capturing the Black Sisters hearing a prophecy in the first scene. Fic can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57587314/chapters/146531797

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[bellytrixx]

I feel like they don't get the attention they deserve. Their characters have so much depth, like, they were all raised the same yet had such different fates. They're so horribly tragic, yet all end up getting what they want. Also, everyone gives Sirius and Regulus sm attention and are always like "oh their relationship so sad" WHAT ABOUT THE BLACK SISTERS?!?! (not saying sirius and regulus aren't also tragic)

[dara-art]

The Black Sisters: Andromeda, Bellatrix and Narcissa.

[prettygreenpills]

                                    𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭                                    ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Note ✮smut ❁fluff ➶angst and sensitive topics

Characters I write for, ships + my works (open the links loves)

NARCISSA MALFOY/BLACK

BELLATRIX LESTRANGE/BLACK

THE BLACK SISTERS

SEVERUS SNAPE

POLLY GRAY

THOMAS SHELBY

JULIA HOFFMAN

ELIZABETH COLLINS

JULIE RANMORE

FRANKIE (Helen McCrory)

LILCISSA - Lily x Narcissa

LARISSA WEEMS + mommy Larissa

[historicalley-art]

“I think I’m in love with Ted”, hesitated Andromeda, fearing her sister’s response. “You are”, Narcissa affirmed without thinking to much and added, slowly, with tears in her eyes, “And I love you. I always will”.

[rockongolddustw]

@sataire_draws made this gorgeous burning portrait of #theblacksisters for a scene in the Black Prophecy as part of the amazing Art Action for Gaza (Donate to a Palestinian family's fundraiser and receive an art request from their team of 200+ volunteer artists! https://artaction4gaza.carrd.co)

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[rockongolddustw]

Tedromeda

In the Black Prophecy

Headcanons:

Academic rivals; forced together through mutual acquaintances and projects

He fell first and hardest and the seduction was sloooooow, giving her time to come to terms with her attraction to a Muggleborn. Ted was an old-school romantic, and Andromeda was thoroughly disarmed, having no frames of reference for a loving relationship.

The rise of Voldemort added urgently and pressure to their growing relationship. It helped Andromeda see just how toxic her family’s views were. Once she understood how kind and good Ted was, it opened up her world to another way of thinking.

They bonded over books and music, with Andromeda blown away when she was introduced to Bob Dylan. She became a lifelong fan of folk music, with a love of Joni Mitchell, Joan Baez and Marianne Faithful

Ted was infinitely patient with Andromeda as she discovered the Muggle world, helping her with the practicality and difficulties she faced.

Despite the challenges they faced, and the pain of the broken bonds with her sisters, Andromeda would never regret her choice.

‘…Fate had other plans. Andromeda was stopped as she bumped into the tall, solid form of Ted Tonks outside the Great Hall entrance. She wasn’t about to be distracted. She gave a deep sigh and tried to move to get past him. It did not work. Something held her back; it appeared she was being rooted to the spot by an unseen force.

‘Ah,’ Ted said gently, pointing his finger to the ceiling, where a vine of mistletoe was creeping towards them.

Andromeda watched, mesmerised, as it made its slow descent towards them. She huffed gently. ‘So some parts of Yule are still worth keeping, are they?’

Ted shrugged, his cheeks reddening. ‘I’m not sure this was Dumbledore, to be honest. I think it might be a Prewitt job…’

‘Oh, Merlin,’ Andromeda breathed out heavily, beginning to panic. She knew what this meant. They wouldn’t be released until they kissed. And she was who she was, and he was, well…

‘Don’t panic, lass,’ Ted said considerately, his brown eyes softening. ‘I’ve no intention of forcing myself on you.’

He took her hand then, his grip gentle yet firm, the warmth of his palm seeping into her skin. Her whole body froze in response. Touch was such a rare event for Andromeda that the feeling was almost completely alien, and she gasped at the intensity of it. Warmth spread through her as he gently stroked the inside of her wrist, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. He slowly raised her hand, meeting her eyes as they looked up to him, startled.

‘This is how those Gentlemen in your House do it, isn’t it?’ he whispered. She noticed the crinkle of his crow's feet and the sparkle in his rich brown eyes, speckled with honey.

Carefully, reverently, and tenderly, he kissed the back of her hand, not breaking eye contact as his soft lips met her skin.

Andromeda could hardly breathe.

The lifting of the bond broke their spell. In a fleeting moment, both of them felt the change in the atmosphere, the pressure around them easing, and they were able to move once again.

Andromeda took her chance. She ran.’

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[rockongolddustw]

The Black Sisters Fic - Complete

(Andromeda x Ted, Narcissa x Lucius, Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Canonish compliant fic set around the rise of Voldemort. Enemies to Lovers, Fish out of Water Slow Burn, Villain Origin Story, with lots of Slytherin politics, cliffhangers and witchcraft lore

Complete, 150k words, find it on A03

Cover art by @guine_evere on IG

‘Beware all ye who enter’ read the dusty old sign hanging over the doorway of the ratty old tent. The Black Sisters stood before it, contemplating the cavernous lair of the Seer Narcissa insisted on seeing.

The sign should have made them pause, but then again, the sisters were hardly likely to be threatened by idle threats meant to scare the masses. No one would accuse Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa of being ordinary. The Black sisters rose above it all.

‘Come on, Bella,’ Narcissa implored, pulling her eldest sister through the entrance and into the blackness beyond, ignoring her sighs and eyes rolling in exasperation.

Bella had no patience with Divination or Narcissa’s girlish obsession with it. All she saw in her teacups were so-called Grims.

‘They say she only comes out during Solstice once every five years; we cannot miss her,’ Narcissa insisted, determined that her sisters listen to her for once and take their futures seriously. How were they to make a dent in the world if they were not prepared for what was coming?

Andromeda fell behind, as she so often did, uninterested in her sister's plans, plots, and schemes, getting lost in the much richer world playing out in her head.

She bathed her senses in the dark atmosphere of the Seer’s lair. The tent held an intoxicating musky sandalwood smell, the rich velvet drapes brushing against her fingertips as she gazed at the twinkling sprites dancing brightly in their midst. It felt unreal. As much as she was used to the eccentricities of the Wizarding World, this place was more dreamlike than anywhere she’d ever visited.

Only the sharp eyes of the famed Seer could pull Andromeda out of her trance. The Witch they’d heard so much about from Narcissa held court in the centre of this otherworld. She sat in stillness before a fire, deep hooded eyes trained on the sisters. They could barely breathe at the intensity of her gaze.

Andromeda and Narcissa felt ill at unease. The sisters were no strangers to ancient magic, but this place felt drenched in an unknown power.

Bella remained unmoved; it took much more than some parlour tricks to make her believe in such nonsense. The eldest of the Black sisters huffed as she reluctantly took a seat, waving her hand to encourage her sisters to follow.

The Seer merely raised a brow and handed Bella a gleaming silver dagger. She wasted no time grasping it, a look of disdain etched on her strikingly beautiful face.

All the Black Sisters were well-versed in blood magic, and the ritual did not need to be spelt out. Bella quickly sliced open her palm and let her blood drip into the flame, then grabbed her sister's hands to do the same, all in an impatient flurry. Andromeda complied quickly, watching the thick, crimson blood fall from her hands in fascination. At the same time, Narcissa grimaced, wincing delicately, and snatching her hand back, swishing her wand to stem the flow of blood as soon as she could and checking her dress carefully for any spots of blood that might have fallen onto it.

They watched carefully as the Seer cast her wand over the flickering flames, guiding them in their path. She then cast her intense gaze into the depths of the fire and searched furiously for the answers she sought.

Finally, the Seer took a deep breath, her eyes gleaming and a small, wry smile etched on her face.

‘The last of the House of Black,’ the Seer whispered as she watched the dancing flames, unknown futures springing to life in its depths. It was both a promise and a threat.

‘Our line is strong,’ Bella scoffed, clearly unimpressed with the theatrics and ominous prediction.

‘None will survive you,’ the Seer smiled. ‘The only question is, will you endure?’

‘What is our fate?’ Narcissa whispered gently, enraptured by the low baritone voice of the Witch in front of them.

The Seer contemplated them one by one. Her words were a low, deep hum, powerfully vibrating as they spilled from her mouth.

‘Love,’ she said, pointing her long finger to Andromeda;

‘Influence,’ pointing to Narcissa;

‘Power,’ pointing to Bellatrix.

‘Do not be fooled when you are banished, imprisoned, and crowned. There is more to come; you must look to these forces to see it. They will drive you, they will shape you, and if you are not careful, they will devour you.’

The Prophecy hung in the air for a spellbinding moment. Then, slowly, the Seer's words turned into smoke, curling around and dancing lightly in the air before they descended, compelled towards the orb below them, swallowing the smoke in one gulp. Another promise captured for the Hall of Prophecies.

Bellatrix jumped to her feet in outrage. ‘There is no one who can devour us,’ she hissed, furious at the implication.

She jumped from her seat, grabbed her sister's hands, and pulled them quickly out of the oppressive tent into the fresh air outside.

The Seer cackled loudly.

In her long years of prophesying, she had found few could accept their fate. It didn’t matter. The Black Sisters would find it came to them just the same.

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