A/N: The first fanfiction-related piece that I have written in 9 months. I think I still consider myself on haitus, unfortunately. I'm still too busy . . . but enjoy! :)

She stands in place, transfixed. She cannot stop staring.

The child's lifeless eyes glare accusingly back at her.

Until this moment, it has never occurred to Bellatrix that she could feel the slightest hint of remorse for the disposal of a worthless being.

For any righteous cause, there needs to be sacrifices, she reasons silently. And a more noble Cause has never existed . . .

An undeniable certainty.

Because she is a rational person, she accepts this.

Yet . . . later that night, she finds herself searching for comfort in Rodolphus' arms.

Just hold me, please. Show me you're imperfect too.