Behind Black Eyes
By Kashy
Summary: The Black Children look back over their lives - as they die - and the relationships they've shared with each other. Five-Shot. First, Bellatrix.
Bellatrix (Black) Lestrange
Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black couldn't look back over her life with distaste.
She was proud of the life she built herself and the way she had served her master all these years. The years on Azkaban had been the worst, separated from the men she loved, her only happiness in the prison that locked her and her husband away was hope that one day she would escape. The knowledge that her horrible cousin was in the same prison, sharing her misery for similar reasons.
How she disliked her cousin, she didn't know why he couldn't be more like his brother, but then she had know that he would be a failure to the Black family the moment the sorting hat had put him into Gryffindor. From the moment he chose to befriend the muggle loving Potter boy she had hated him. Bellatrix hadn't talked to him properly since he was sorted into the muggle loving house, she couldn't face the shame of having the eldest Black son in her generation being a traitor. At least she had killed him two years ago, giving her life the satisfaction that she had been looking for. To kill her own traitor cousin that she despised so much, a disgrace to the family, was something she had dreamed of all the while in prison.
Disgraces that she never spoke to again, also include her sister Andromeda. Bellatrix hated her sister for leaving and marrying a muggleborn and then having that half-blood-hair-changing child. She could never understand how you could waste beautiful pureblood on somebody that was so unworthy. They had grow up together and were close - both sorted into Slytherin rightfully – and been best friends, never to be separated. But as the years past Andromeda grew further and further, especially in the years she wasn't there to make sure she stayed away from the unworthy. And then eventually her favourite sister ran away to marry him. She couldn't hate her sister for her choices, she was her sister after all – the shared the same flesh and blood, the same heritage – and Bellatrix loved her unconditionally. Looking back she was always jealous of her younger sister for her looks – she was far more beautiful then herself – but still couldn't hate her, or feel anything but love for the girl even if she was a traitor and burnt off the family tapestry. She had wanted to kill Andromeda at one stage for leaving her, for running off with a mudblood. But as much as the murder of her sister appealed to her, Bellatrix just couldn't do it.
Narcissa was another story though, she loved the blonde haired sister as well, especially since she hadn't made any bad choices in life, well not many that would be considered especially wrong. No, Cissy had made some right choices choosing to marry a wealthy pure blood and have a son that could continue both lines. For that Bella was grateful, she had always hated the fact that both her cousins had died with heirs, leaving the Black fortune in the hands of a Potter. Cissy was always the perfect one, and loved her family unconditionally and Bella had always known that would be her down fall. She was a pretty girl - obviously the favourite of the family – the blonde haired, blue eyed beauty that she had hoped would join her on her master's side, instead she stayed out of it silently watching over her son and husband. Bellatrix had been disappointed in that, but somebody in the family had to be the homemaker.
It seemed to Bellatrix that Regulus was the only one that truly shared her passion for the Dark Arts, but when his death came she knew that was a wrong assumption as well. The coward had turned back at the last minute, defied their master and died because of it. It was shameful to think that both her cousins had died at the hand of the Dark Arts, something that she had hoped to share with them. Somehow she knew Regulus was the weakest of the all. Cissy was strong in defending her family, Sirius was strong in the betrayal of his family, Andromeda was strong in the way she left the family and she knew she was strong, perhaps the strongest of the lot. But Regulus, little Reggie, was too much of a follower. He was bound to follow in Sirius' footsteps eventually, just not as courageously like his brother. When she had found out about his death, she was actually quite relieved because of the way he was embarrassing her and her family.
Yes, it was her family. Nobody else's. Maybe when she had married she had become a Lestrange, but the Black's were still her family above the rest. Cissy was a Malfoy, never really a Black at heart and Andromeda was a little traitor. The two males of the family had been courageous but for the wrong reason, more traitors to the family. Bella knew she was really the only on of her generation that was really and truly a Black.
So she joined the numerous death eaters in death, she joined both her cousins and their friends, her niece and her husband, her mother and father, her auntie and uncle and all the others that she had loved or hated, or just passed by, in death and waited for death to claim her sisters so she could reunite with them and maybe tell them how much she really cared about them.
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Next Chapter: Andromeda.
((A/N 2: Okay, that was my re-write of Bella. Spelling's been done, though the grammar is still a little off and more has been added here and there.
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By Kashy