"Fuck Dumbledore!" Bellatrix snapped. "He doesn’t want me to know anything, as if I might break apart into madness. I have had to scramble and find every piece of myself to know who I am. All Daphne could tell me about that version of me was that I was mad. That Draco had visited her once in prison, and she was utterly mental. Is that who I am? Will I have some psychotic break?" Bellatrix demanded, her voice rising with fury.