Bellatrix sat on her bed, a bottle of firewiskey in her hand. She was thinking about her life, everything she'd done, everyone's lives she'd ruined. The Dark Lord had cast her away, her own sister hated her, and the man she loved wouldn't speak to her. She had ruined everything in just one action. She and Lucius had had one drunken sex and ruined her relationship with everyone… all in one night. She had nowhere to go, she'd seen to it. And now that the Dark Lord was dead, she didn't even have a hope now, of returning to her old life… to her loved ones.
She didn't like this feeling, the feeling of abandonment. It was only then she really started to feel the awfulness of what she'd done, especially to the Longbottom boy and Potter. She might as well have killed Longbottom's parents, and she killed the only parental figure Harry would ever have. Sure he still had the werewolf, but she knew it wasn't the same. Everyone was talking about the boy who lived, how he'd become an alcoholic and become a pretty mean and heartless person. He'd closed his heart, and it was mostly her fault. She'd never wanted it to happen, but Narcissa and herself had had it beaten into them that sympathy for those that went against their Lord was not tolerated in the Black household. Though that wasn't an excuse, Narcissa was still a very kind woman.
"Good going Bella, you destroyed your life. Why bother hiding? Jail isn't much worse then this," she said to herself as she drowned what was left of the bottle. "I'm sorry Harry, Neville, I'm sorry for everything I did," she whispered. With those words said, the glass bottle slipped from her fingers, it shattered against the floor. As the alcohol worked its way through her body, her brain started to shut down. Her dark eyes fluttered shut, never to open again. She'd drunken herself to death.
"Oh my God," a voice said. A woman was standing in the doorway. Her hair was long and a honey brown. She'd been sent by the Ministry to investigate some reports of a woman being seen in this abandoned house. She slowly walked over to the dead death eater. "Ron!" she screamed as she turned towards the doorway.
"Did you find someone?" Ron asked as he came in, his wand out.
"It's Bellatrix, she's dead," the woman said.
"What?" he asked as he walked over to her.
"Did you hear that?" the woman suddenly asked him.
"No, hear what?" he asked her.
"That!" the woman said, before running out of the room and up the stairs. She pushed open a door to find a cradle and rocking chair. She walked over to it and peered in to see a small baby in a pink onezie. She had strands of blonde hair and dark brown eyes. "She's beautiful," the woman said in aw as she picked up the baby. She picked up the pink blanket that the baby had been laying on and wrapped it around her.
"She is beautiful Hermione," Ron said with a smile as he kissed his wife's forehead.
"What should we name her Ron?"
"How bout… Lucy?" he asked her.
"I love it, Lucy Weasley."
A/n Hello all, I actually had this written Christmas Eve, but didn't want to write something depressing so close to Christmas, so I waited and ... of course forgot about it. So here it is. :) Love you all!!