He turned to her with his full body, breathing heavily. He dropped the cane to the ground and they both stared down at the dying body of Bellatrix Lestrange. Drool ran down the corners of her lips that she no longer controlled to stay closed, her eyes became unseeing, rolling to the back of her head – a clear sign of irreparable brain damage. She wasn’t dead yet, but he grabbed one of her legs and dragged her out of the living room – a crimson bloody trail was left behind of where the body was tarried.