Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.

A/N: Time for some more angst. Yay. xD Title inspired by Paramore's song 'For a Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic'. Obviously. Oh, and this is set during the First Wizarding War, before Bella got chucked in Azkaban and lost her marbles.

Title: For an Optimist I'm Pretty Pessimistic
Genre: Family/Angst
Rating: K+
Warning: N/A
Pairing/Character: Bellatrix, Narcissa
Word Count: 430

Narcissa looked around nervously as she and her sister walked down a dark, empty street. They had just failed a mission, losing Voldemort's right-hand man in the process. While Narcissa was expecting attack, Bellatrix seemed completely at ease, walking swiftly and quietly, the only noise escaping her being the rustling of her dress. Narcissa ran a hand through her hair and looked at her sister, whispering her worries.

"You-Know-Who is going to kill us when he finds out what happened."

Without looking at Narcissa, Bellatrix reached a hand out and intertwined her fingers with her sister's. She pulled Narcissa into an even darker, skinny alleyway. As they walked in single file, their hands still connected, Bellatrix responded, not bothering to keep her voice hushed, "You mean if he finds out."

Narcissa frowned at her sister's back, though she could hardly see her in the darkness. "Of course he's going to fi-"

"Aren't you all about thinking positively, Cissy?" Bellatrix interrupted, raising an eyebrow.

Narcissa's steps came to a halt. "If … if is good." Bellatrix pulled on her hand, taking her further down the alley. After a few moments of silence, they appeared at the end of the alley, stepping right under a street light. Bellatrix's hand left Narcissa's as she skipped up the road until she reached the gate of a graveyard.

"Bella, I can't go in there... I can't face him. I'm not even a Death Eater."

Bellatrix turned around. "I'll go by myself then." She turned back and started to open the gate, but Narcissa ran forward and grabbed her arm, turning her around and pulling her into a hug.

"I love you, Sis."

Bellatrix hugged back for a moment before pulling away, taking note of her sister's tears. She planted a kiss on the younger girl's forehead. "You're too emotional, Cissy. It'll get you killed."

With that, she backed into the graveyard. Narcissa watched through watery eyes as Bellatrix approached the mausoleum, as she rapped her nails against the wooden door before stepping inside. That was Voldemort's temporary home until he could find a better place. Narcissa bit her lip and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself as she apparated away, not sure she's ever see her sister again.

In times like these, it was hard to think positively. With death only a heartbeat away, it was impossible to be optimistic.

"[name] is going to kill us when he finds out what happened." ~ "You mean if he finds out." ~ "Of course he's going to fi- ... if is good." - Hercules.

A/N: I love the Black sisters ^.^

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