Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Harry Potter. For reals. Oh and the title is stolen from Hamlet.
And the rest is s i l e n c e
Its night and she cannot fall asleep. She is restless and crazy (not crazy, not crazy) and she swears that she can't take it anymore. It's silent (so silent) and the thoughts are loud (so loud). It won't do to remember, her Lord is the only thing that matters- but Cissy was too delicate, Reggie too young, and Andy too calm to race with her on the beach. He agreed though, even if he was shorter and younger than her back then, and he tried so hard to keep up with her. Cheeks flushed, legs propelling, they laughed all the way there because it felt so good to be so alive- yes, there is no need to remember.
She sleeps alone- her chance for repentance- and she has done right, it was necessary to get rid of that filth tarnishing the great House of Black. Just pruning the family tree, he was a shame to her and she is delighted in his death (murder, murder, murder, murderer). There is no regret in her actions, Bellatrix Lestrange (once Black, like him) is the most loyal of all, she tells herself. Oh, she is so loyal, so loyal, so loyal- then why did she kill him, he was of her flesh and blood, they were so alike why didn't he see that- so devoted to her Master she would kill.
And she loved (loves, loves, loves she means) to kill, to kill for her Lord, to show her love through blood and screams- but he laughed, laughed and laughed and it was just like that day back at the beach but had her laughter been so shrill, so mad- and it makes her Lord happy, and his happiness is her happiness. And she is happy, oh she is so happy, positively insane (but she is sane, she is sane, she knows what she is doing) with euphoria because she has done what is right, and it was so right (so why won't the voices stop, stop, stop, STOP).
But it was the way he stopped moving- Oh Andy, I'm not angry anymore and you're still my sister no matter what I said. I miss you, I do, come back to me; we'll go back to the way it used to be- his smile still plastered on his blood traitorous face- Shh, Cissy, stop crying. It's going to be alright, I will protect you, and believe me when I say that I will make it all better, it's my promise- and the way everything went silent for just one miniscule moment- Little Reggie, can't you tell? I was lying, just a joke, you don't have to join. Don't, don't, you're young and innocent and don't listen to me. I lied, I did- as if to give her one last chance to look at him- Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, swear to me you'll forgive me. I'd go insane if you hated me, because we tied that day at the beach, we tied. And we were so alive, remember please remember, and our blood was pumping so quickly and we were both so bold and passionate and we could've been so great, can't you see I'm telling the truth?- before he
fell.
And the rest was silence (so she laughed and laughed and laughed because the voices were shouting and she is not crazy, no she is only mad).
A/N: Well this is my first fan fiction, so I hope it isn't too bad. I don't think I did Bellatrix justice, but I would still strongly appreciate any feedback you may have. Thank-You!