DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish i did, but I don't. Unicorn turds.
You know, in another time, another place….another world, I would call this funny. Because you were always the one who came running to me for comfort and I was always the one telling Bella that she needed to behave properly in public (because we all know if nobody had kept her in line, she would have been even worse than she was. I was the only one who could control her even a little).
Yet here I am crouching on a floor slick with blood, sobbing violently in front of Godric knows how many people, and you're holding me in your arms and stroking my hair. I think you're crying too; I feel something wet on my neck, but it doesn't matter, you have lost nothing in this fight. I have lost everything.
Ted, my love, my heart, the breath in my lungs; Nymphadora, my beautiful daughter, the reason I smiled, the reason I lived; Sirius, my cousin, my brother, my friend—all dead, all killed by the same person. Was it all because of her hatred for me, was it all revenge? Right now I hate Molly Weasley because she took what was rightfully mine. I deserved to kill Bellatrix, I deserved to punish her for her crimes…and yet if I had, I would be every inch the monster she was.
"Why, Cissa?" I bury my head against your shoulder, unable to stop crying, unable to control this horrible tearing pain. "Why did it go wrong? What happened to us?"
"It was because…." Your voice shakes. "Because you were too brave and Bella was too devoted and because I was too bloody weak."
And thus came, I think numbly, the downfall of the Black Sisters Three, the invincible, the forever—the deluded.