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Blacker than Black

For twelve years I've survived in this hell they threw me into, left with nothing but memories I thought I'd buried years ago. The dementors creep by stripping me of my mind... of my emotions, until I am nearly a shell. They only retreat long enough for me to regain my strength so they can come and feed again.

Like a mantra, I repeat, "I failed him. He trusted me. I let him down. Let him die. I failed him..." And so I sit in misery, knowing that I deserve this dark fate...

Me and only me... Bellatrix Black LeStrange...