"He's dead!" Cissy proclaims to our lord.

This "Boy Who Lived" certainly seems to be dead. But what's that in my sister's eyes? A blend of hope and guilt? Why? What is going through her head? I have never seen her look that way before.

"You see?'' our Lord shouts to all of us Death Eaters. "Harry Potter is dead by my hand!"

I am listening to what he says, but I take in none of it. My mind is still focused on Narcissa's face. I, guess I have seen that expression before. Only once, when we were just children. It was the day I heard her singing to herself.

"All you bad girls, lost and found,
Sinners come to come around,
Oh, my daughters, let's go down,
Down by the river to pray."

"Where did you hear that song?" I asked.

She looked up from the book she had been reading. "I heard a muggle girl singing it yesterday. It's catchy, isn't it. And hopeful too."

"Why on earth do you listen to muggles?" I snap. "They are stupid, and their children know even less."

"Well, you don't have to eat my head off for it," she said in a huff. Don't take your own insanity and insecurity out on me."

I rolled my eyes at her, but as I turned to leave her be I was not able to resist muttering the Black family motto. The words hung in the air like smoke. "Toujours pur."

"Oh, Bella, don't start blaming me for a harmless crime, if it's even a crime at all." Her guilty/hopeful expression came here. Guilt for listening to muggles, hope from the song.

"Then swear your allegiance to the all purebloods." I was enjoying her unease.

Cissy sighed, knowin full well that I was never going to leave her be untill she responded. I say "Jump," she says "Fine."

"Muggles are know-nothings, mudbloods are worthless, halfbloods are idiots, and blood traitors are disgraceful, but purebloods are forever true to the wizarding ways. Are you happy now?"

"That will do...For now."

It was nothing but a sibling squabble. Just the doings of a little girl wanting power over her sister. But now, looking back, I see that my sister was right. The song does sound hopeful. As all of us Death Eaters hike the long way up to the castle, I hum the song to myself.

"All you bad girls, lost and found,
Sinners come to come around..."

We get to the castle. Our lord stands in the entryway, just watching the crowd. How silly that they fight, even though they have lost. Finally, one of Dumbledore's followers notice the boy's body the half-giant's arms, and all hell breaks loose. Now the reality has sunk in for them, with any given person either screaming their head off, or standing in quiet shock.

I laugh, seeing by how much we have won. The battle is over. That's that. Only minutes later, I relize that I laughed too soon. I am stuck fighting off three schoolgirls with seemingly only one thought on their minds: kill, or be killed. If that last option is available, then I guess I should stick to their plan.

Oh no, tha Weasley woman is runing over. "NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU (hey, don't call me that)!

Did I really deserve that? Alright, maybe I did. But that trying-to-look-tough apperance that woman is trying to give off make[/i]s me laugh. I glance around, and see that the Potter boy's body is missing. Where has it gone?! Dead bodys don't just get up and walk away.

That brief distraction gives Molly Weasley time enough to send a curse at me, with a direct hit. "That should stop your heart if your autopsy reveals you even have one!"

Ignore what everyone says. Dying is not like going to sleep. It's actually, quite painful, and gives one little time to process the final moments. I hear our Lord scream, and all the lights go dark.

"Oh, my daughters, let's go down,
Down by the river to pray."

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I made up all song lyrics, so don't blame me for (unexistant) copyright infringement.

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