Narcissa lost everything when the Dark Lord fell. But as she watches both her sister and her Lord fail, she finds something she has almost forgotton the name for. Hope.

The three Black sisters have always done everything together, always been as close as the were when they were children. Or, at least, pretended to be. But now Andromeda is gone, having denied her family and gone against everything Bellatrix believed in. And now Bellatrix must learn to forget her sister. Written for the 'Five Stages Of Grief Challenge.'

Bellatrix never wanted to loose her sisters. However, as she delves deeper into the entrancing realm of Dark Magic and Lord Voldemort, she soon sees that nobody can emerge unscathed. Unbroken. But as the intricate balance of her family and her Lord threatens to topple, she realizes that the price she must pay is large, and the crossroad she chooses to take will change her forever.

Long ago, three girls made a promise under a hot summer sun. Years later, Narcissa Black, grief stricken after the betrayal of her sister, stares out at the howling storm. Alone with her pain and her thoughts, Narcissa dwells on her sister and her own aspirations, trying to keep her goals in perspective as the darkness of the wind and pain she can't show threaten to overwhelm her.

Druella reflects on her children, and her success with them. They were not what she first imagined, but two out of three wasn't so bad. Written for Success challenge on The Dark Lords Most Faithful Forum

Narcissa wasn't like her family. She was the twilight to their nighttime. She wasn't a Black, they said. She knew she was. Naricissa poem.

The rabbit lay in the grass, Blood glistening, dead eyes staring. The three sisters stared back. They knew this was a test.

"Blacks are never afraid." Its what they learned, its who they were. And so what if sometimes the mask isn't the same as the Black? Nobody notices. Because the Black is the facade, and the blood runs only under the closed door of the moon. 500 word fic.

The three Black sisters all have an idea where they're going, but a certain midnight conversation may be the spark each of them need. Well, we all have our turning points. Told in three oneshots, three different points of view, one for each sister.

'Alone, she whispers his name.' Bellatrix poem.

After her death, Bellatrix is offered a second chance at life. But to take it would be to go against everything she has ever known. When the times comes to choose, which train will she board?

A moonlit encounter between Bellatrix Black and a certain member of the order ends in a fate worse then death. This one-shot may explain a bit about Hermoines intelligence and competence at magic, along with Dumbledores interest in her. NOT FEMSLASH

'Bitter smile defies. Devil crazed Falls. Laughing in the face of death.' Bellatix's death poem.

Andromada reflects on her sister Bellatrix.

" She yearns for the passionless moon, knowing she is the star that burns the brightest."

Even then, the shadows were clear, but none of them glaced from their own path to see how the Black road was forking.

death eaters reflect. based on the song "What I could Have Been" from WORKING

Bellatrix, based on the song 'Heaven Help My Heart' from Chess.

She is young, but she knows she is ready. after all, hasn't he been teaching her for years?