Instead of rejecting the dark magic, she embraced it. Welcomed it. And then she felt the magical rope in her hands again. With force, she pulled it back and then it was easy. She inhaled deeply as the dark magic replenished her, and filled her veins. No longer was it controlling her. It had lived in her for so long, perhaps the answer had never been to get it out of her, perhaps the answer had always been to absorb every last drop of Bellatrix’s power back into her.