"Anyone who'd survived those few nights in the dungeon was made Bellatrix's slaves," he said. "There had been about ten of us at the start. When we were taken out of the cellar, there were four of us left. She gave one of those girls to a friend of hers. She was crying, and Fred and I tried to stop it—there's no good reason why a mean, ugly looking sod like him wanted a girl less than half his age. They whipped us bloody for that right there, and when it was done, they were already gone." He shook his head, a haunted look in his eye. "I still think about her. I didn't even know her name."