I was walking aimlessly though the wreckage of the castle. It was funny, up until a year ago I would have killed (literally) to be here, to just see it. But not now. Now I was numb. I've done it. I might as well have been the one to raise the wand and do it. My mother is dead. I, Bellona Black, have done what I wanted most. The Dark Lord is gone, and now I am orphaned again.

"Her husband thundered dimly while their baby boy screamed in frustration, but all she heard was the artfully posed words of the first line of the first paragraph of the end of her sister" What really made Petunia keep Harry so long ago?

Narcissa in the wake of her husbands sentence. Bit Au, very dark

Andromeda ponders her loses the morning after the Battle of Hogwarts