"Bella, oh Bella," Harry said. He stood up. "I can see your left forearm through the bars." Harry walked towards her cell. "Your Dark Mark has faded completely." Harry walked close to Bellatrix’s prison cell. "Surely even an Inbred is smart enough to realise"—Harry walked up to where he was directly in front of Bellatrix, with his body pressed against the bars of her cell—"what a faded Dark Mark means."