Too Much Happiness [ENG]

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4. Different [Narcissa Malfoy]

She grew up in a proud family with a fine and pure bloodline, a family with secrets, a family of darkness. When she was a little girl she went to dinner parties in fine silk dresses, she wore expensive jewellery and her father always complimented her on her fine looks.

"You look like your mother." he used to say in his raspy and deep voice. "Except for the hair, I suppose." and he would frown a little.
Blonde, luxurious hair, she had.

They had plenty of house elves, plenty of money, plenty of everything. They were a dark family, a dark but pure bloodline. All the Black children were beautiful, with handsome faces, silken hair and expensive robes. Their names were made by the black and silent sky; each person named after a star.

In the night, when she studied the endless sky above her, saw the twinkling stars, yes, she saw them all. Her sisters, cousins, parents and grandparents. Each and everyone belonging to the noble house of Black had their own star.

Everyone, except for her.

Dark hair, dark eyes, darkness. These were their signature looks, the Blacks.
But she was different, she always was.

Compared to her sisters and cousins she was like the silver glow of a full moon, or the ice floes on a dark winter night, glistening and frozen over a dark lake, surrounded by darkness. Her hair was a bright blonde, looking even brighter next to her two sisters. Her eyes were blue; just like the sky she used to love studying as a child.

She was the only remaining Black with bright colours. She wasn't normal. She was a beauty compared to her friends at Hogwarts, she was the delicate flower, the brightest little star. Was she a star? How can someone who has a family of stars be called a star herself when named after a flower?
She always wondered why her father and mother chose to name her differently; Narcissa. Why couldn't she be just like her sisters or her cousins? Why her?

"You're special." her mother used to say and give her a small smile, a smile she usually never showed, a smile hidden to the judging world outside the Black manor. It was a smile reserved for her little girl, her delicate flower, always so bright, always so stunning.

Sometimes, Narcissa would go further and ask her mother why, why then, does she have to be special? Why couldn't she just look like Andy and Bella, they were so beautiful, oh, weren't they, mother? Her mother wouldn't know what to say, would just sit there, absentmindedly gazing at her youngest daughter, as if lost in an entirely different world, a place far away from the young girl who so intensely needed to know what difference really was, what darkness, love and blood really meant.

Sometimes, when sharing a moment with her father, like decorating their mansion for Christmas or reading a book in the drawing room, he would randomly say something like:

"It does not matter what you look like on the outside, Cissy, as long as you know you're a Black at heart."

That was the only answer her parents gave her to her lifelong question, the never ending insecurity when looking at her dark, brilliantly beautiful sisters. No need to worry Cissy, as long as you're a Black at heart. And when comfortably tucked under her silk sheets at night, while watching the enchanted stars in her high bedroom ceiling, she would whisper to herself the only thing she knew, the thing that kept her eyes steady on the stars in her own sky.

"Toujours pur."

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