Lestrange grinned and slung one arm over my shoulders “well Bella and I are, but you’re still in school baby blue, so I think as a seventeen year old girl this is the part where you sigh and tell me I'm dreamy.”

“But a lady never lies,” I said innocently “and since this is a rather public event I do so want to look like a lady, I’ll help inflate your ego some other time.”

"You're certainly very protective of her," commented Lucius lightly "if she just survived a thirty feet drop I'm sure she can survive me."

"If you touch her Malfoy I won't rest until I've torn you to shreds," promised Bellatrix menacingly.

“The devil take composure!” I shrieked again “and the devil take you Mr Malfoy, I hope you rot in hell!”

“Thank you,” he said quietly before he picked up my hands holding them in his own “don't let them destroy you either Cissa; you might think you’re invincible, but you're not and this family is going to the devil. It can’t last; the insanity’s run too strong.”

“So your solution is to leave?” I hissed “it’s our family Sirius! No matter if it's self destructing or not I’ll stand by it!”

She enveloped him in a hug and then giggled loudly “why Mr Malfoy is that your wand in your robes or are you just happy to see me?”

I stared at Bellatrix in absolute horror “who is this woman?” I hissed.

“She’s Regor Lestrange’s mistress,” Bellatrix whispered back.