Very, very short Bellatrix-rabid-fangirl drabble. Connects ever so slightly to colours.

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Black and White

Bellatrix Black always saw things in black and white.

She always knew, for instance,

that Rodulphus Lestrange

was the man she was going to marry.

And that her,

Andy and Cissy

were one being,

split up into three parts.

And that Sirius was her best friend,

her other half,

and that he would never leave her.

They were cousins,

and closer than brother and sister.

It was always either Andy-Bella-and-Cissy,

or Bella-and-Sirius.

But then,

suddenly

(at the shout of a hat,

the voice that echoed

through many dreams in Azkaban)

they were Bella, a Slytherin,

and Sirius, a Gryffindor.

And although

when they got home at Christmas

and weathered the storm

they were Bella-and-Sirius again,

they were never the same.

They gently grew apart,

and nothing

was black and white,

for a while.

But then he made friends

with blood-traitors and mudbloods,

and they were separate beings.

And while he was the rebel,

the handsome Gryffindor,

and she was the rebel,

the beautiful Slytherin,

she was being drawn in.

And he was sailing out.

And she wondered,

in the many cold nights,

whether he could have saved her.

But,

she thought,

she wouldn't be saved.

Because that was black and white,

good and evil,

wrong and right.

And he was wrong

and she

(TomRiddle LordVoldemort TheDarkLord)

was right.

And as she slowly sank into the darkness,

and he floated into the light,

she still saw things in black and white.

And then,

she was Bellatrix Lestrange.

And he was Sirius Black.

And she saw things in black and white,

and he saw things in shades of grey.