"Bellatrix." Cissy forced out. "No time." She looked at the ground where Dolohov's body lay. "You saved yourself." Cissy began to undo her tactical robes as I got off of the table, giving up the wedding gown as ruined. I looked around and saw the tombstones and realized that we were in the graveyard where Tom Riddle was buried. Oh Merlin, this is bad...