Bellatrix's POV

Andromeda left, married a mudblood. I hate her for leaving, for betraying. Sirius left, he betrayed us. I didn't care. I hated him. How could he do this to us after what Andromeda left? At the same time... I'm glad they got out.

I was proud as I watched Regulus be branded with the Dark Mark. When I heard he had died trying to get out I felt nothing but disgust for the boy, for the coward. But... It was my fault... I should have looked after him better. I should never have introduced him to this world. It's my fault...

Sirius. I saw him as he passed my cell. Why was he here? Like that filthy blood traitor would do something bad enough to get here. Word later traveled from cell to cell about why he was here. God did they make a mistake, it was Peter, I know it was. He escaped. I paid no attention to him as he walked by in his animal form. No I didn't see him. It was just something I knew, something I felt. Intelligent little brat. I killed him. I killed him. What else is there to say? I killed that filthy blood traitor, I couldn't kill the spawn of Andromeda, though. But one must take what one gets. I didn't mean to though. It was a stunning spell, he fell into the veil! It wasn't my fault! I didn't mean to! He fell!

Draco. He was branded like Regulus, same age, different circumstances. Regulus by choice, Draco by force. As far as I know Draco is alive. Thank God.

Nymphadora. I hated her. She was living proof her mother left the family. I wanted her dead. She was and had what I could never have. What the Dark Mark didn't allow any female Death Eater to have. It killed all six children of mine before they were even born! It killed Alecto's baby before it was born as well, though out of wedlock her child may have been, it wasn't fair! I didn't kill her intentionally but yet I did. I shot a Killing Curse at her but I aimed it at the wall behind her. It ricocheted off a suit of armor and killed her.

I taunted Molly Weasley on her child's death. Why though? She felt the pain I did. The loss of a child. I felt it six times. She felt it once. But I knew so why...? She killed me physically but I was already dead mentally and emotionally. I felt nothing but pure insanity. Death was the best thing anyone could have given me. I wanted to say 'thank you' to Molly but there wasn't enough time.

Rodolphus's POV

We were friends since childhood. We never let anyone know though. He was my best friend. We were never caught, until two nosy girls in our year saw us together; Bellatrix Black and Alice Freespell. They wouldn't rat us out, they were secrete friends too. If my family knew I was friends with Frank Longbottom and her family knew she was friends with Alice Freespell; we'd be disowned faster than you could say 'wand'.

We kept our friendships a secrete. We snuck out over the summers to hang out in Muggle places, and during the school year we'd go to the Shrieking Shack, which at the time was just an abandoned shack that no one paid attention to. We were never caught and our friendships remained strong throughout our school lives. But things aren't meant to last.

None of us ever thought about our after school lives. We had all long since planned to pretend to be Pure Bloods but sneak information to the Order. But... The second we were branded the Dark Mark took over us. It was nearly impossible to fight. We had rare moments when we knew exactly what we were doing. But mostly it was, to use the Muggle expression, like being on auto pilot.

The Dark Lord had given us orders to dispose of Alice and Frank however we pleased. He couldn't know... Could he? My Bell and I were able to gather some sanity and control. We'd fake their deaths so they could be free. But when we got there...

Alice and Frank... We never meant to. It wasn't us, it was the Dark Mark.

Flashback

Bella blasted the door down and we swiftly made our way to the living room.

"Bella, Rod, did you two forget how to knock?" Frank joked, but his expression changed the instant they saw we weren't alone. Frank instantly stunned Barty Crouch.

"Bella, Rod, what's going on?" Alice asked nervously while she placed Neville in a play pen.

"Lord Voldemort wants you three dead." I said gravely.

"We heard rumor about it." Alice said.

"And he wants us to do it." Bella said. She looked at Neville, our godson, as he banged two blocks together giggling.

"I figured that much." Frank said. "Rough us up a bit then. Make it look like there was fight."

"We can't do that, Frank." Bella said. "Once we start the Dark Mark will completely take over. We won't be able to control our own actions! I won't hurt you! I've hurt too many people, I won't add you two to that list!"

"CRUCIO!" I shouted pointing my wand at Frank, he withered in pain. Don't lose control! Don't lose control!

"We'll be fine!" Alice snapped. "Just do it!"

Bella raised her wand, her entire body was shaking. "Alice I don't think I-"

"Bella! IF YOU DON'T DO IT NOW I'LL DO IT TO MYSELF!" Alice shrieked.

"C-crucio!" Bella said, it couldn't have been clearer Bella didn't want to do this.

Alice winced. "COME ON BELLA! YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!"

"CRUCIO! CRUCIO! CRUCIO!" Bella shrieked, I could see the terror in Bella's eyes. Oh God! She's lost control already! I was frozen in place. Move dam it! "Alice! Help me! I can't-! CRUCIO!" Alice struggled to her feet and grabbed Bella's wand, trying to wretch it from her grasp. Bella was trying her hardest to fight the Dark Mark, but it was winning. "CRUCIO!"

It hit Alice in the temple. That was it. She was gone. Alive but gone. That was all Frank could take, he was gone. Alive but gone.

What have we done?

Bella was in tears. "Alice... A-Alice...?" She shook an unconscious Alice.

"Bella we have to go! Bella!" I grabbed her wrist, she looked up at me. They weren't her eyes. She was gone, but not in the same way as Alice and Frank. Alive but gone.

End Flashback

That was it. The day we truly lost everything. Our childhood friends, they lost their sanity and we lost ours. Each of us in our own way. But... It wasn't us... It was the Dark Mark. It took our world away. Our friendships. Our children. In this world... None of us stood a chance. Three out of four of us were alive but gone.