Even though she was fire and I was ice she was still my sister.
Even when I was at home being a wife and mother and she was out there torturing and killing countless muggles and blood traitors, she was still my sister.
When the Dark Lord fell and she was sent to Azkaban and freed fifteen years later she was still my sister.
Even though she was described by many as psychopath she was still my sister and my best friend.
On that fateful night when everything changed and I watched Molly Weasley's curse hit my sister and saw how her black curls fell to the ground around her like a halo, and her dark eyes were glassed over she was my sister.
As I stand here today looking at the marble headstone that will forever remind me of who I lost and how much of an important person she was in my life.
She may have been sadistic, cruel, inhumane, and a murderer.
To everybody else she will always be remembered as that.
People will always think of her that way but, to me she will always be my sister.
Forever.