As I lay in my deathbed, my head is plagued with thoughts and memories. My hate for Molly stinking stupid idiot Weasley grows but suddenly, my mind flashes back to my childhood.
It is mine and Narcissa's first day of school and as we're about to leave our dad grins down on us, "You two are so beautiful, the boys are going to be crazy about you." We smiled nervously up at him oblivious to the bad things happening in the world. As we were saying our goodbyes, Narcissa cried. I didn't. Dad cried too. Whilst Dad was waving I saw a glimpse of what looked like a snake on his forearm, I tried to point this out to Narcissa but she was to busy crying like a I started crying too because I couldn't ask Dad until after school and Narcissa is to busy being a baby.
God, I was such a baby then (says dead Bellatrix)
On that first day of nursery I threw a tantrum, Narcissa wet her pants and I slapped my teacher but what awaited at home was far, far worse.