Harry stopped listening and turned to peer out of the windows and into Hogsmeade village. He found that his view was obstructed however by the wanted posters that covered each and every windowpane. His eyes found Bellatrix Lestrage’s, and he found himself transfixed. He’d always been struck by the family resemblance between her and Sirius - each of them having the same classically beautiful features, and both of them worn away by the madness of Azkaban. While Sirius’s good looks had slowly returned to him, though now with a slightly wilder edge, Bellatrix looked nothing short of insane. If there was one person he wished dead as much as Tom Riddle, it was her.