"I was unaware you and Rodolphus had a child Bellatrix? Did your parents not promise me that this was an impossible thing that I did not have to worry about?" His voice is calm but biting. He watches as Bella flinches, any rosy colour in her cheeks has drained, leaving her once again, pale and hollow. She falters. Harry steps forward, uncaring of the wand he now has trained on him. He goes to her side. To his mother.