~ B e l l a t r i x L e s t r a n g e ~
Condannata per aver provocato con la tortura l' invalidità permanente di Frank e Alice Paciock

Una donna alta e scura con le palpebre pesanti, che al proprio processo si era alzata e aveva proclamato perenne fedelà a Lord Voldemort, il suo orgoglio per aver cercato di ritrovarlo dopo la sua caduta e la certezza che un giorno sarebbe stata ricompensata per tanta lealtà.



"I was and am the Dark Lord's most loyal servant. I learned the Dark Arts from him, and I know spells of such power that you, pathetic little boy, can never hope to compete "

" The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban, we will wait! He will rise again and will come for us, he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him! "



" Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy? " she yelled. She had abandoned her baby voice now. " You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain - to enjoy it - righteous anger won't hurt me for long - I'll show you how it is done, shall I? I'll give you a lesson - "
" You cannot win against me! " she cried.



The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed Bellatrix Lestrange's face, making it gaunt and skull-like, but it was alive with a feverish, fanatical glow.
" You need more persuasion? " she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. " Very well - take the smallest one, " she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. " Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it. "




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