The Fallen

by Allicat9

They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty-Death Eaters died during the Battle... Please R& R!

3. Laugh

Bellatrix Lestrange was laughing when she died.

In a way, it was fitting. Bella Black was known in school for being a bit of a trouble maker. Her laugh had echoed through the halls of Hogwarts many, many times.

Her laugh, loud and wild and free, had turned as many heads as her dark beauty and deep grey eyes.

"I swear Bella, you'll die laughing!" Andromeda had always had a way of stating things that made them happen, that made them true. Back before the war, back when Bella and Dromeda were so close, those that knew them best sometimes had trouble telling them apart; Andromeda had known her sister better than anyone.

But the War and Azkaban had changed all of that, had ravaged Bella's face beyond all recognition. Her laugh was also altered, darker, gone.

Instead of clear, it was hoarse. Instead of uninhibited, it was crazed.

Bellatrix Lestrange was laughing when she died. In a way it was fitting. But Andromeda couldn't help but feel that everything was very, very wrong.