Hogwarts has won. The Dark Lord was killed. Now it was time for the Death Eaters to be judged. They’re all dragged in one by one, in chains—all except one. Bellatrix is in a cage, surrounded by protective charms that drain her magic and keep it at bay. You stare, enchanted—Bellatrix had been so fierce, deadly, powerful—but now, after the death of her lord, she looks listless, empty, staring off into nothing. She was broken. The trial is starting.