Bellatrix Lestrange doesn't cry. A death eater such as herself, wouldn't ever be caught with a single tear in her eye. She'd always been the strongest out of all the Black sisters, She was the one that never had a single thing wrong, that could deal with anything. She was the one that could be the strongest at their mothers funeral. The one that could force a grin even at the saddest of moments.
Bellatrix Lestrange didn't cry.
She was alone, sitting in her study in Lestrange manor. That she finally broke down. When she finally let the tears spilling down her pale cheeks..
She saw her Mother lying in the bed, dying, her father dying in his chair, her sisters married off to men that would hurt them... Her Andi... Going off with that Mudblood..Her friends, being killed off by the dark lord. The countless murders...
The tears were filled with the murderous blood. The blood of the people she'd killed. The laugh she'd given them. The last thing they heard.
A single tear fell onto her hand. She looked up and sighed, rubbing the salty water into a pasty skin.