Her final death toll to get them out of that miserable prison was in the hundreds. Of course she hadn’t Avada’d anyone herself, but she still seemed to be delicate from the Dark Magic of holding Harry Potter under the Imperius while he went through with her mass killing. Her eyes had gone inky black on more than one occasion while she was riding Draco or Theo himself, the shadows pouring off her skin like steam. It was erotic, but it put the fear of her displeasure in them like nothing ever had before.