The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed Bellatrix Lestrange's face, making it gaunt and skull-like, but it was alive with a feverish, fanatical glow.
Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy?
You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain — to enjoy it — righteous anger won't hurt me for long.
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