For several long minutes nothing happened, and Hermione was just beginning to worry that nothing would when Draco tensed and turned slightly, dropping immediately into a low bow. "My lord," he greeted, straightening as two figures came into view through the mirror. Voldemort and Bellatrix looked exactly the way they did in Hermione’s nightmares: he with his inhuman features and sharp, predatory movements and she with her matted hair, manic grin and wickedly curved wand. 