Disclaimer: Im Aware I forgot a disclaimer in the last chapter but I promise Harry Potter is not mine! The characters belong to J.K Rowling.

Bellatrix Lestrange:

Narsissa looked around the family graveyard only Bellatrix's husband, Lucius, Draco, and a few other surviving Death Eaters were present. No one seemed to care about Bellatrix; she wasn't the kindest person to be around. Regardless she was her sister and Bellatrix deserved a funeral, the same as the others.

"I want to thank everyone for coming, though most of you probably didn't know Bellatrix well she would be grateful you showed up. She was one of the dark lords truest servants, her loyalties never had to be questioned. But that was not the way she always was, before Voldemort she was the perfect sister and aunt for Draco. She was the one who taught him his first spell while his father worked; she even managed to teach him Occlemency after her escape from prison." Narsissa continued trying not to cry, but she could see tears forming in Draco's eyes. "She was in love with the dark arts, even as a girl she taught herself the unforgivable curses, she promised me it was just for fun. Slowly the dark lord rose to power, she joined his fight and fell in love with him. She began to change; she stopped caring for her husband, and would have given anything to stay by his side. She went to Azkaban for 14 years and before she came back the dementors tore her sanity apart. She had no morals and nothing left in her mind except for Voldemort, who was only using her for a pawn. When she told me her she was going to the school to defend him I knew that was the last time I would see her. Bellatrix never knew when to stop; she died fighting for her lord and master just as she would have wanted. Bella will not be forgotten, she was loyal to the end."

Narsissa ran off the podium crying in memory of her sister. Sure she had flaws but who didn't. Bellatrix died by the side of her true love, Lord Voldemort. She remembered Bellatrix before the insanity, the pain and her death. There was a picture of her on the coffin before Azkaban; her black hair was up in a bun, she was in a long black dress, sitting on an old dresser at the Black Manor.

"Mother are you alright?" Draco asked forcing himself not to cry, Lucius had drilled that into him as a child.

"Yes dear" Narsissa sniffed. Gently touching the coffin "Bella's better off now she will finally be at peace."

Bellatrix Black Lestrange

1958 – 1998

Beloved sister, daughter, and aunt

"God made death so we'd know when to stop"

A/N: I hope to have the next chapter up soon. And thank you for all the great replies.