Summary
"Someone's going to find out, they-they're going to capture me," she moaned plaintively, fresh tears pooling in her eyes as she got another gander at the wizard's prone, lifeless form through Bellatrix's curls, "Bella . Oh god, they're going to lock me up in Azkaban. They're going to give me the Dementor's Kiss." "I would slaughter anyone who dared to try..."