"A risky move. I could dare you to go kill your friends downstairs." Hermione’s eyes widen in fear. "I won’t though, that’s a later game dare. We don’t wanna rush things do we?" A nail drags down the side of Hermione’s face and she swallows the whimpers, it’s nothing compared to what Bellatrix could do. Hermione doesn’t want to encourage her. "I dare you to run." She’s off of Hermione freeing her to run. She runs.