(A/N) Hello everyone! Just a random oneshot. I'm obsessed with the Black sisters.
The Great Hall had long been silent and empty as I made my way toward a figure sprawled on the cold stone floor. I covered the distance slowly. It was over; I was in no hurry. When I reached her, I collapsed next to the unmoving frame of my sister. Her black robes fanned out elegantly around her. She had once been beautiful. Azkaban had taken everything out of her. She was pale and thin; with hardly a trace of her younger-self.
I did not close her eyes. In death, the eerie and all too familiar madness had been entirely erased. Bella's eyes were the only trace of the sister I knew; the sister I had lost. My hot tears fell on her pallid cheek. For the first time since I was a very little girl, I took my big sister's unmoving hand in my own; something she would never have let me do in life.
What had I done? This was all my fault. In the clearing I had not revealed that Harry was alive so that Voldemort would not continue to tear my family apart.
I had gotten my sister killed in the process.
I couldn't seem to stem the stream of tears. It was all my fault. All my fault. I didn't even feel angry toward her killers. They were justified. I was not.
My whole body shook with sobs I could no longer hold back. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder, but dismissed it, thinking it was Lucius or Draco. Neither of them understood. They shouldn't have to understand. The person knelt down beside me. "I'm sorry," was all that they said. I looked up automatically. I was stunned. Harry Potter was comforting me. I nodded stiffly in acknowledgment, forgetting that I could drop the charade of coldness. Harry must have seen the change from cold and haughty to grief stricken.
"Thank you," I whispered, a little too late for he had already turned away. He must have heard me for he turned back and gave me a sad smile. I knew that he understood…probably even better than I did. I felt so responsible for everything. Now I was getting what I deserved. My sister was dead.
Once again, my whole body shook as I was overcome with grief. I thought back to when we were children. When the world had been much simpler. How I longed for those days. Andie was still at home, and I had two bigger sisters looking after me. I remembered when I was five years old, and scared of a thunderstorm. I had been terrified. I ran into Bella's room, and she had comforted me. She had let me crawl into bed next to her, and I was never scared again. I had felt so safe and loved. Now she was gone. I was alone. Never again would I feel the love of a sister.
The entire world hated her. But it was righteous anger. She was evil. Evil to the core. Hardly trace of her childhood innocence remained in her now frozen face. But I loved her yet. No matter what the world believed her to be, she would always be my sister.
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When Last She Loved Me