"She is MINE!" Lucius proclaimed, confidence he could slay one defenseless little girl. Bellatrix was cackling and jumping in place, gleeful that she mortally wounded Dobby as the snatchers and Fenrir had ran in fear, heeding Harry's words that Voldemort was angry and coming to punish them all. Draco and Narcissa had looked broken and defeated as they huddled away from what was about to happen.