"I was always the perfect little child. I did not want to be. So I transformed myself into the worst little girl. My parents thought it would help me become something. It did. It helped me become a monster."

“We’re Blacks darling. Hatred is in our name.”

Bellatrix Black looks back on her life at the moment of her death. She looks back on the hatred, the madness, the regret, on everything. She longs for light, but the candle had been blown out, and anyone with the power to light it again was gone.