Bellatrix’s body fell back flat against the floor to lay rigid and unmoving with eyes open, dilated and still. Hermione watched with unhinged glee as red invaded the whites of Bellatrix’s left eye, watched with shivering muscles as the nascent claws sharpened and lengthened further, watched with happiness sparking in her chest as Bellatrix’s chest heaved and the hole beneath her ribs healed closed. 