|The Imperfections of the Perfect
Author: Bittersweet x PM
Five children who are only alike in one way – the word Black. Regulus, Sirius, Narcissa, Andromeda, Bellatrix. This is their story. Written for Mystii's challenge on the HPFC. Mostly sad, but a couple happier ones.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy/Poetry - Bellatrix L. & Sirius B. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 991 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 05-25-11 - Published: 05-14-11 - id: 6990560
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Prompt #19: Moment
Characters: All – Regulus's POV
well, our lives sucked,
as the Black kids, I mean.
and we hated each other
(sirius&meda vs bella&cissa & me running around in the middle)
and all that,
but I do remember, one nice moment,
no, a lovelymoment
it was a happy moment.
it's a coldsnowy christmas
the type our parents hate
and they send us out to play
in the snow
right? following me?
it's boring at first,
bella's bossy and cissa's moody
and Siri and Meda whisper secrets
and I just sit,
trying to make sense of all their words
of their two different worlds
(((trying to choose a side)))
and I'm sitting, right;
just sitting in the snow,
it's cold as heck, and
I can't stop thinking about that
dinner we'll have tonight
(songs were running through my head,
I remember quite clearly,
the ones meda used to sing to us, just after she got to hogwarts –
and two lovers caught in a quiet little mess)
and then suddenly sirius scoops up some snow
and pow! straight in my face
well I was an honorable little ten year old,
and I could hardly take
that without a fight;
so I fling it back in his face, and he promptly gets Meda
and she gets bella and cissa, and they spin around.
For a second I thought they were gonna run inside crying,
but, for some reason,
they decide to get revenge
and the rest of the day passes
running around, soaking wet and covered in snow;
laughing like none of us thought we'd laugh again with each other if that makes sense
and sides melt away, and sometimes its bella&sirius and cissa&meda or me&bella&meda ganging up
or even all of us, throwing snow blindly at nothing,
and no one blinks an eye because for that moment,
for that moment, God everything is perfect
and i'll never understand why, what prompted it,
but honestly I don't really care
because that moment was perfection.
but then the moment ended.
yes, the moment e n d e d.
This is for potterride, who is obsessed with Regulus who for some reason she refers to as Greg. :)