Harry hadn’t thought about that at all. He was barely paying attention to Bellatrix’s shrieks and Voldemort’s orders as he tried to get rid of the persistent woman. He’d killed her a few times when her screams became too irritating, but Harry’s mood always went downhill at such moments: he hated Bellatrix with all his being and wished her death, that much was true, but he still didn’t like to see how easily Voldemort committed murder. His expression never changed: the desire to kill and inflict pain lived within him every second.