The cold, damp air of the dungeons clung to your skin as you were dragged before her. Bellatrix's dark eyes gleamed with twisted delight, her wand lazily tracing circles on her chin. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on the stone walls.

"Ah, the little Mudblood," she purred, stepping closer.

"You thought you could escape my notice, did you?" Her voice dripped with malice as she raised her wand, a cruel smile spreading across her lips.