White .
The colour of good .
Everyone forgets.
I wasn't always dark.
Not always
Evil.
Depraved.
Mad.
Sick.
Dark.
I was white once.
On the side of the Angels.
Good.
Sweet.
Sane.
Nice.
Light.
I wasn't all death, and blood and torture and coldness.
I laughed. I had friends. Helped. I loved.
There were times where I was just a student.
Bent over a book.
Relaxed in the common room.
Kissing by the Black Lake.
There were times {briefly} where I was just a young woman.
Loving a man.
Marrying another.
Finding myself outside of either.
There were times when I was like you. {I've always been actually.} I cannot blame a Dark Lord for stealing the White, the light from me.
I cannot blame a Dark Mark for blackening my soul.
It was always there .
Mixed in with the White.
Waiting.
It's inside of you as well. We all have it. Darkness in our Light. I'm just like you .
You just won't admit it.
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The Madness of Bellatrix Lestrange
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