Even Angels Fall
A One-Shot By MascaraTears

Bellatrix used to be happy. When she was younger, she would smile and laugh, run around with her two sisters and the joy would sparkles in her silver eyes. Bellatrix used to love the feel of the grass under her bare feet and she’d love it when Andromeda would pick her up and spin her around, both of the sisters’ dresses fanning out around them and Narcissa sitting, so much smaller than the other two, and watching with a smile. Bellatrix would laugh and run, chasing Narcissa and Andromeda, hoping to tag one of them. She’d love the feel of the sun on her skin and the wind through her raven locks.

Years passed and Bellatrix stopped being happy. She started to learn what was to happen to her and she grew distant and cold. She’d hide away, seeing Andromeda do the same with her books, and she’d cry herself to sleep. She felt herself losing grip of her joy and her childhood and she began to feel biter towards her family.

Narcissa would look up with her big eyes, confusion swirling in her blue irises and Bellatrix didn’t know whether to sneer or smile at her younger sister. She settled on ignoring the blonde and walking away. As time passed, Bellatrix began to despise blondes.

When Bellatrix was starting her fourth years at Hogwarts, Andromeda graduated, and left. Bellatrix never saw her again. Her parents would tell her that Andromeda was a traitor and that Bellatrix was never to turn out the same way as her sister or to try and track her down. So, Bellatrix never did.

After a year, Bellatrix began to realise she really did miss her older sister. Traitor or not, Bellatrix missed seeing Andromeda around the house and missed the nights where Andromeda would walk into her room with a book clutched tightly in her hand and read Bellatrix to sleep. But Bellatrix made a promise, and she kept it.

She was married off, like all good pureblood children, when she turned 17, forced to leave the house at graduation. Bellatrix Black became Bellatrix Lestrange and, soon enough, she became a deatheater with her husband. Women were not required to be deatheaters when they were married to one, but Bellatrix wanted to be more than a housewife; she wanted to feel the thrill of doing something she shouldn’t.

It took years for Bellatrix to learn to love Rodolphus, and when she did, she knew it wasn’t the love Andromeda would always talk about.

Bellatrix did every task asked of her by the Dark Lord without hesitation or second thoughts. Slowly, she made her way to the Inner Circle and became one of Voldemort’s closest followers.

But, when the night was smothering the sky, Bellatrix would sit in the bedroom she shared with Rodolphus and she’d think back to the days where she’d play in the garden, Andromeda and Narcissa with her. She’d think of the days when she could laugh and smile and feel so right being span around in her sister’s arms.

A few more years later, Narcissa was married off and became a Malfoy. The man she married as blonde as Narcissa was. Bellatrix was forced to watch her sister’s life from a distance, talking to her was not a good idea.

The day she was thrown into Azkaban, Bellatrix learned how to cry again. The walls and floor were cold against her skin and she would close her eyes.

She was young again. She was happy, in that green garden and smiling in the sun. Andromeda and Narcissa were there with her, all three laughing and smiling. They were spinning in the cool air and giggling as they watched their dresses puff out around their legs, the fabric soaring through the air. Her and her sisters were together again.

When Bellatrix opened her eyes again, she was once again in her cell, hot tears cascading down her numb cheeks.