"Get up. It matters not to me if you betrayed me intentionally – anyone who fails because they did not give it their all is a traitor to our cause. I said get up!" And Bellatrix does, but clearly not of her own volition. Her knees straighten and so does her back, as if pulled up by invisible strings. She is standing opposite of Hermione again. Something deep down within the well grows heavy. Hermione’s fingers find her wand and hold on.