One-shot on what Bellatrix could have been contemplating during her last moments. Excerpt: So she cackled, they would never understand, would they? She was not born deranged, no—she merely sought for his lips to be pressed against hers; but then those lips had turned cold, and skin so frighteningly pale—his life had vanished before her eyes, and her Lord—was he still her Lord?
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