And she’s there, little shadow of raging, black madness, jagged smile, wild eyes, and waving hair. Harry snarls. Bellatrix Lestrange. Her mouth moves, and though he can’t hear it, he can see the words. "I killed Sirius Black." He stares, baring his teeth, and charges. She runs. They race through halls of glittering obsidian, in the dark, through shadows. Then, they reach the main hall, towering spaces of glass and stone, beautiful but no one sees it. Harry raises his wand.