"Then if you feel that way, I'll gladly support you if you break away, especially if you're doing it for Draco and me. Right now, it's getting late, so why don't you sleep with us?"

"I would like that very much," she said merrily. She followed Narcissa to the master bedroom.

They got under the covers together. "Just like old times."

"Old times indeed," Bellatrix agreed. She kissed her sister's cheeks and said "Sleep tight, Cissy."

Over time, Bellatrix mused how to break away from the Death Eaters. However, the decision ended up being made for her, as her master decided to keep on exterminating wizard families weren't Pureblood. One night, he crept into the home of Lily and James Potter, and snuffed them out easily. But their baby boy, Harry miraculously survived, being left only with a lightning bolt-shaped scar, and his would-be assassin's powers virtually decimated in the process.

When news of this reached Bellatrix's ears, she informed her cousin Sirius, and the two of them rushed to Godric's Hollow.

They at once approached the house and the baby.

"It's alright little one," Bellatrix cooed, picking him up.

He calmed down in her arms. The sight and feeling of this cuddling made her break down with emotion.

Sirius patted his cousin on the back. "He'll be alright. You both will."