"Ah, Bellatrix." the Dark Lord said in a soft voice as everyone in the room watched her approach. Her eyes met with her own husband, who opted to stand near the front. He was grinning from ear to ear at the thought of her suffering. He had never been a nice man. He was as abusive as her own family, if not worse. It was a marriage that was forced between pureblood families. Bellatrix had never loved him. Her loyalties lay with her sister, and her Dark Lord.  