He spoke of the future and offered condolences for Bellatrix’s loss -  looked at Hermione during that, the thin-lipped smile on his face so full of knowing deviance  - and promised Bellatrix the sureness of her position. The war had been won, the resistance was in shambles. It was to be a time of rejoicing, of celebration towards the harvest of their labour. He allowed Bellatrix the reverence she was due for playing a part in that.