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He'd hated Regulus, because their mother loved him more than she loved Sirius.

He'd hated Andromeda, because she left him alone in that snake pit called Grimmauld Place.

He'd hated Narcissa, because she had the cool head he'd always lacked.

He'd hated his mother, for obvious reasons.

He'd hated his father, for dying so young and leaving Sirius to Walburga Black's "tender" mercies.

He'd hated his aunt and uncle, for never doing anything about his mother, never seeing her madness.

He'd hated himself, for trusting Peter, for ignoring Regulus, for almost killing Snape, for abandoning Remus and Harry when they needed him most.

The one person in his family he'd never hated was Bellatrix. She'd played with him, teased him, protected him, shunned him, disowned him, and cursed him, but he'd never hated her.

Even now, falling through the Veil, he felt no hatred, only pity, for his poor, mad, broken cousin.

A/N: There was a typo, but I fixed it.