She merely looked at him with a childish pout on her full lips and poorly concealed mirth in her onyx eyes. Her wild curls framed her pale face, rendered gaunt by her bid in Azkaban. But even still there was something ethereally beautiful about her. She was as beautiful as death.

The twelve year old cringes as she hears the loud laughter coming through the door of the fourth year girls' dorm.

There were like night and day. Bella was night; dark and cold, alluring and consuming. And Hermione was day; warm and bright, illuminating and vibrant.

They used to say how much we looked alike. Before sweet Cissy came, all blue eyed and icy blonde haired. When it just us, there were never two sisters more fitting of the name Black, they said. Contains Incest

Lily white fingers gripped the edge of the cold stone balustrade of the balcony that overlooked the immaculate grounds of Black Manor.

A cold hand gripped his throat in an uncompromising vice grip. Despite the pressure and the overwhelming need to suck in breath, a twisted smile spread across a thin gash of cracked lips. Contains incest.

"Where do you see yourself in the future Andy," she murmured. "That's easy," her sister said and despite the dark, Bellatrix knew a ghost of a smile had graced her face. **contains very minor Blackcest**

Within every individual that walks this earth – human or creature, beast or being, there is a battle being waged; a battle between two separate entities that are as unalike as they are identical.

Fred and Angelina's final moments before the Battle of Hogwarts

Pansy Parkinson was everything a Slytherin was supposed to be. And everything Daphne wished she was.

Bellatrix is selected by Lord Voldemort for a special task that will bring the end to Harry Potter once an for all. But when she learns the full extent of the Dark Lord's plot, Bellatrix goes on the run using the brains of the Golden Trio as collateral. But when the opportunity to save her own life is clouded by desire, will the proud Death Eater choose to embrace her dark duty?

Narcissus was the name of a mortal, well renowned for his beauty and intense pride...Daphne was the name of naiad, well renowned for her own heartbreaking beauty...

Blaise was the quiet one.

She loved him most when his eyes were silver.

He did not care which thread of magic had sent her to him. He was not going to question it; he was not going to try to decode it. It mattered not. He was content...

Roxanne is the tomboyish girl with a temper, Vaughn is the devil may care boy with a chip on his shoulder. The one thing thing these two have in common is their love for Quidditch. With dreams of making it in the professional leagues after Hogwarts, neither could ever guess that their feelings for each other might come in the way of the sport they eat, sleep, and breathe.

"Evenin' Bella. Fancy seein' you in here so early. I was just havin' a word with Andy here. She's a pretty sweet girl." "I see. Unfortunately for you, I need to borrow my sweet little sister for a spell. Family stuff."

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all night, James Potter?" she murmurs in a low sultry tone that sends a lick of heat down my spine. "Of course not," I say softly, feeling the makings of a blush color my cheeks as I take her hands in mine and lead her further into the room.

Bella was truly the epitome of her namesake, painfully beautiful and even more so when she was at rest. Hermione loved everything of her black beauty and she loved her even more when she slept. For it was only then for Bellatrix that everything - her dark past, her worries, her frustrations, her anger - was all cast away. It was only then that everything was right.

Andromeda's honey brown eyes widened in shock. "Oh good sodding Merlin Bella! Father will flay you alive if he finds out!" Bellatrix snorted, unscrewing the cap off the liquor with a well practiced air and brought the bottle to her lips. "What Father doesn't know won't kill me, will it? Now, come Andy, have a sip." **contains minor Blackcest**