Their wards were holding fast against the master thief; anti-apparition blanketed them, anti-floo, anti-portkey. No brooms, either. Running, if he could make it. Bellatrix didn’t think he’d be able to, though, and Hermione was of like mind. He wouldn’t be able to leave except by going through them both, and they were sure that he knew that. The potential danger was making Bellatrix grow bold and careless. Silence.  Nothing.