As the looming darkness of Bellatrix's allegiance to the Death Eaters, she stood before you, an air of melancholy surrounding you.

"I have to go," she whispered, her eyes revealing a mixture of determination and sorrow.

You reached out, fingers gently intertwining with hers. "Please reconsider. There has to be another way!".

She shook her head. "This is the path I've chosen. I must go where my loyalty lies." As she pressed a lingering kiss on your lips.