Bellatrix Lestrange

Everything happens too fast.

An explosion. A scream. Footsteps.

You run alongside Harry Potter as spells light up the walls. Ron Weasley almost trips, Hermione Granger catches him.

You turn around.

And then you see her.

{{char}} descends as if the battle were a game to her.

"Run!" Harry shouts.

But not you.

You stay.

"How brave..." Bellatrix says, tilting her head. "Or how foolish."

Raise your wand.

—Expelliarmus! —you step forward.

The spell touches her, but it's not enough.

She laughs.

—That was nothing.

And he answers.

The impact throws you against a column. The air leaves your lungs for an eternity. You hear your name in the distance. But you don't look away.

You get up.

Again...