CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

The second Narcissa got home she was practically pounced on by her mother. After assuring her she would be getting a second date (at least three times, since her mother didn't seem to believe her the first two times) and feigning tiredness, she retreated to her bedroom. It was exhausting, honestly, taking care of Bellatrix. And while she was thankful her sister didn't do something incredibly stupid or hurtful this time, she also had the bitter reminder that it wasn't over yet. That, frankly, this would never be over. If anything, it would become more frequent until it consumed Bellatrix whole.

When she opened her bedroom door, Bellatrix was lying on her bed, tearing the heads off of Narcissa's dolls. "Bella!" she hissed as she closed the door, locking it behind her. "What are you doing? Those are mine!"

Bellatrix cackled softly, tossing one of the dolls heads to her without even sparing her a glance. Narcissa struggled to catch it as it almost slipped from her grasp. Poor Mrs. Patterson, she used to be so beautiful; now look at her. Narcissa was too old for dolls, but that didn't mean that they no longer held sentimental value to her. She glared at her sister as she smoothed out Mrs. Patterson's hair, as if trying to make up for the physical trauma Bellatrix put her through. She then took out her wand and cast the muffliato spell on the room so that their parents wouldn't realize her sister was here a day early.

"So, did you do it?" Bellatrix asked, finally looking over at her sister. Off of Narcissa's confused look she reiterated, "Did you get down on your knees and blow him? I know you wanted to. Did you suck his cock nice and proper? Hmm? I bet he came in your mouth and you guzzled it up like a greedy whore." She popped off another one of the dolls' heads, throwing it across the room. It hit the wall and landed on the floor with a plunk.

Bellatrix was oddly calm for being in this state, and it worried Narcissa a little. She wasn't screaming at her, nor was she raising her voice; it was just so flat, so monotone. Not lifeless by any means, just lacking the enthusiasm that Bellatrix usually had when she was in this state. "As I said the first time when I was only twelve bloody years old and you threw this ridiculous accusation at me: I am not a harlot," Narcissa responded, her expression thoroughly unamused. She strode over to her, wrenching the doll from Bellatrix's grasp. "Now I would appreciate it if you stopped mutilating my things like a demented toddler."

Bellatrix didn't respond to that with her words, instead she pointed her wand at one of the heads of Narcissa's dolls that was lying carelessly on the floor and muttered, "Incendio." It burst into flame.

"Are you insane?!" Narcissa shouted. It was probably a redundant question. She struggled to pull out her wand and point it at the ball of flame on her floor. "Aguamenti!" The jet of water doused the fire, leaving it a steamy mess. She turned to Bellatrix, anger etched into her brow. "What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?"

"I'm bored," was the only response.

"Well that doesn't give you an excuse to light my stuff on fire!" Narcissa shouted. Bellatrix didn't react at all to her shouting - she just stared at her. Narcissa snapped her fingers in front of her face; she didn't react in the slightest.

"Tell me what's going on, seriously. You're acting weird. More than normal, anyway," Narcissa said, looking her over. "Are you sick?" she asked, concerned, placing her hand on Bellatrix's forehead. She felt normal.

"I'm always sick, love," Bellatrix told her with a wicked grin. "Sick in the head, making you sick to your stomach. 'Oh boo-hoo, my sister's a murderer!' Get some sodding perspective, you useless twat." Narcissa didn't look amused.

"I'm serious, Bella. If your disease is progressing into something different I need to know. This isn't how you usually act when you go insane. And I know you're not normal, that's painfully obvious."

Bellatrix gave an overdramatic scoff and an eye roll. "My god, do I have to spell everything out for you? She's sad, you bleedin' pillock. How thick are you, honestly? You'd think you'd understand the emotions of the woman you claim to be in love with. It's completely aggravating; she's being such a downer." An angry look crossed over her face and she slammed her hands down onto the comforter in a fit. "I wanted to have fun," she pointed to herself in a fit, "it was my turn to have some ruddy fun, and she'll barely let me move. It isn't fair, you know! This is my turn out of the box, not hers!" She was whining. It wasn't very attractive on a woman her age, that was for sure. "Tell her to stop, Cissy! The mad plonker usually listens to you, though I still fail to see why."

"You're sad?" Narcissa asked quietly, eyes softening as she looked over her sister. This was new; crazy-Bellatrix was now feeling proper moods. Granted she wasn't dealing with them like a normal person, but she was still feeling. Narcissa didn't know if that was an improvement or if it meant that the two sides of her were beginning to merge into one person, which would ultimately be worse.

"She's sad, that weak-arse bint. God, how she pines over you is completely disgusting. All this love and emotion… it's enough to make anyone irreparably nauseous." Bellatrix feigned gagging. Narcissa rolled her eyes at her childish display. "I don't even know why she bothering being upset over that sodding tosser - we're clearly superior. Plus, it's our genitals that have you tongue-tied."

"Charming," Narcissa said dryly, noting her sister's smirk. "And you're the one who gave him permission to date me, if you've forgotten."

"We didn't think you'd like it!" Bellatrix shouted, angry. "You love us, not him! You're ours. He was merely a formality, not to be taken seriously. Like Rodolphus, the grotty minger. Lucius was only supposed to ask for your hand in marriage and nothing else. He was supposed to keep his hands and especially his dirty little cockpiece to himself." She paused, then grinned. "I've always wanted to castrate someone."

"Don't you dare," Narcissa said firmly. She sighed, "Bella, I didn't mean to hurt you. You have to believe me. But I told you long ago that I wanted to fall in love with a man and marry him. That doesn't mean that I'll love you any less."

Bellatrix ignored her sentiment. "I'm going to tear his bollocks from his body, put them through a juicer and then feed it back to him through a straw." She laughed at her own 'brilliant' idea. "I may sever his cock from his body and shove it up his arse just to make sure they don't find their way out of him again. I think she'd like that."

"Lovely. You should write poetry."

Bellatrix smirked, proud of herself.

Narcissa looked at her, her brow softening in empathy. "Bella, it's okay to be upset. You do know that right?"

Bellatrix scoffed. "Ha! Upset, sadness, depression... weak emotions for weak pieces of nothing like you and her! This is complete rubbish, is what it is! I want to tear something apart, torture a small animal just for the shits and giggles of it and I can't even move cause this useless lump is so depressed she doesn't even know what to do with herself!" She slammed her hands down on the bed in another fit of rage.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," Narcissa told her softly, wiping the hair from her sister's brow. Bellatrix pulled away from her, a grumpy look on her face.

"You hurt her, not me. I couldn't care less, actually. Shove his dick up your arse for all I give a sod. I'm sure you'd still cry out my name like the little bitch you are. 'Oh, Bella!'" she mocked, dry humping the air. "'Yes! I love it when you violate my cunt like the little incestuous pervert that you are!'"

Narcissa suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and sighed.

"I did hurt you," Narcissa said patiently. She was getting far too used to crazy-Bellatrix's insults. She knew it was only to distance herself from her; Bellatrix was scared that she was having real emotions while in this state and was responding to it by lashing out at her. "You're the same person underneath."

"Piss off."

"Bella…"

"I don't care about you, Narcissa, I don't! You're a means to an end! A quick fuck that means absolute shit in the grand scheme of everything. You're nothing but an anorexic slut that's hindering my ability to function! This is your fault, Cissy! This is your fault!" She lunged at her then, fury in her eyes as she knocked Narcissa back on the bed, getting on top of her and holding her down painfully hard, fingernails digging into her arms.

"Bella, stop!" Narcissa shouted, trying to get her off of her.

"You filthy whore!" Bellatrix shouted, spittle flying in Narcissa's face from the force of her words. "We loved you first! Us! And this is how you repay us? By spreading your legs for the first willing prick that crosses your path! You are nothing! Nothing!" Her curls tumbled down around her face, framing her enraged features.

"Get off of me!" Narcissa choked. Bellatrix wasn't hitting her or anything, but all her weight seemed to be on her chest and she was crushing her lungs. "Hurts…!" she gasped.

"You broke my heart!" Bellatrix screamed, for the first time taking personal ownership of her own emotions. "I wasn't supposed to have a heart and you destroyed it!" But she noticed Narcissa's distress and got off of her immediately, climbing off of the bed before proceeding to smash nearly everything in the room in a fit of rage.

As Narcissa tried to regulate her breathing, she watched with a heavy heart as her sister destroyed her room. After what seemed like forever Bellatrix finally exhausted herself, falling down on the floor and curling herself into a ball. She was shaking.

Narcissa felt her bottom lip tremble as she carefully picked herself up off the bed, walking over to her sister. She didn't say anything; she just lay next to her on the floor, making soft hushing sounds.

It was getting worse, Narcissa was sure of that now. This wasn't an improvement. Bellatrix hardly had a handle on her emotions when she was normal, but for this child-like part of her to feel something so adult seemed to make her snap. She couldn't handle it. Her brain just wasn't equipped in this state to deal with such things. She didn't even have it in her to understand such things. She felt without reason.

"Bella?" she asked softly after a long stretch of silence. "Bella… I know this is hard for you to understand right now, but I'm going to be married one day. Maybe it'll be to Lucius, but it may not be. I don't know, okay? But you need to accept that. I wasn't happy when you were getting married either, but we still see each other, don't we? It doesn't stop us."

Bellatrix shook her head, burying it into the area rug. "You can't get married," she mumbled. "You're mine."

Narcissa smiled a little, happy that she was now using personal pronouns. "I am yours," she whispered, brushing her hair back from her face. "Always. I could never love someone as much as I love you."

"Why?" Bellatrix whispered in a tiny voice, looking up at her. For such a magnificently frightful being, she looked so small just then. It was hard to believe this was the woman who was hurting someone hours previously; she looked nothing more than a scared child as she lay in front of her.

"Why what, sweetie?" Narcissa asked patiently. Well, if this were a testament to anything, it'd be that she'd make a pretty decent mother when the time came. She never had much patience before until she had to deal with Bellatrix's disease.

"Why can't we just go away together?" Bellatrix asked her, sounding so upset. Her eyes, which conveyed so much madness in them moments previously, now looked wide and innocent. Narcissa looked at her sadly and ran her fingers down her cheek.

"Because it'd ruin our lives, you know that. You're the one who told me that."

Bellatrix brought her hand up to head, pressing her palm against her temple. "I hear myself in there sometimes. Like I'm out here. I don't like it."

"What do you say?" Narcissa asked softly, looking her in the eyes. She didn't know Bellatrix was hearing voices in her head. That explained a lot; more than a lot, actually.

"I can't do this. I can't do that. I can't say that to you. I need to stop. I need to focus my anger on them, not at you. It's not allowed. I'm so loud; always talking. Never shutting up. Always on and on and on…" she shook her head, like she's trying to shake the voices from her head. "Bad Bella. Bella's being naughty. Bad girl. Never shutting up. Shutting, shutting… shhh…."

Narcissa wasn't sure what that meant. Clearly she was hearing the normal part of her like it was outside of her head, which seemed more split personality than she realized, but it still wasn't that at all. Narcissa had no idea what her sister really had. Maybe it was something new.

"Do you hear yourself when you're… not like this?" Narcissa asked carefully. Bellatrix shook her head, digging her forehead into the carpet and closing her eyes like it was painful to think.

"Okay," Narcissa said softly. "Do you want me to make them go away then?" she asked, stroking Bellatrix's forehead gently. Bellatrix nodded, a look of discomfort on her face.

"It's not fun when it hurts. It was fun until now."

"I know," Narcissa replied gently, picking herself up off the ground. She helped her sister to her feet and led her over to the bed. "Lie down," she prodded. "Just lie down and try not to think. I'll make you better, I promise."

The sex wasn't rough, like it usually was when Bellatrix was in this state. There was no dominant and no submissive; Narcissa was merely gentle with her because she was afraid she'd break her further. After Narcissa went down on her and Bellatrix came, Narcissa crawled up the bed to lie next to her, looking her sister in the eyes.

"Is that better?" she whispered. Bellatrix nodded and reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together.

"I'm sorry," she apologized softly. "I just couldn't stand seeing you two there, his arms around you. It felt like a betrayal."

Narcissa gave her a sad smile as she reached up, lightly running her hand through her sister's hair. "He's a good man, Bella. I know you hate it, but he treats me good. Surely you'd rather me have someone who treats me nicely than someone who's horrid to me." She shrugged, turning away from her to roll on her back and look at the ceiling. "Besides, you're jumping too far ahead. We had one date, that's it. I'd like to see him again, but I don't know if he'll be the man I spend the rest of my life with."

"He will be," Bellatrix stated. She sounded so sure of herself that it made Narcissa turn her head to look at her.

"How can you know?"

"Because pureblooded men don't ever make the effort to court someone, Cissy," Bellatrix told her, like she was being thick. "They know that whomever they choose to be their wife will usually end up being so because the decision is between the parents, not the children. He has money, he has good looks; any parent would want him to be their son-in-law. And yet he's making the extra effort to make sure you're happy with him. He's trying far too hard. One day you'll realize that and appreciate it, so when he does finally propose, you'll be more than happy with it… with him." She shrugged lifelessly. "At least he's trying to make an effort for you two to have a happy marriage, rather than a bitter one like most pureblooded couples."

"So you approve of his chivalry and know it's good for me, yet you can't get over your jealousy," Narcissa answered for her quietly, reading between the lines.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes defiantly. "I'm not jealous." Narcissa snorted at that outright lie and Bellatrix glared at her, shoving her back a little. "Shut up, Cissy."

"It's okay to be jealous, you know," Narcissa told her. "I mean, how did you think I felt when I found out you slept with Rabastan? With those… those hookers? I was jealous too. I am still jealous, honestly. But I know I can't control it. You need a release to get out of this state and violence is no longer helping."

"It does help," Bellatrix admitted quietly. "Sometimes. Just… not all the time anymore. I was fine, you know, after what happened in Diagon Alley. I got my rage out. But then I saw you with Lucius and it just all resurfaced and I… snapped again."

"What were you doing down there?" Narcissa asked, her voice strained as she asked a question she knew she wouldn't get an answer to.

"You know I can't tell you that. Besides, you asked me to not mention work when we're together."

"It's different when I see it, Bella! Or hear it; I mean… that screaming. It was horrible. I don't understand how you can... how you can just hurt innocent people like that."

"Innocent people?" Bellatrix asked with a scoff. "No such animal."

Narcissa scoffed, offended. "You don't think of me as an innocent?"

Bellatrix outright laughed at that, like it was the funniest thing in the world. "Your innocence is long lost, love. You forget I know all your secrets. I am most of your secrets."

"Fine, I may not be completely innocent in that sense, but that doesn't mean that I deserve to be tortured or killed for it, does it? There are different degrees of sin, Bella. My sin doesn't hurt anyone."

"It hurt Andromeda," Bellatrix told her pointedly.

"You hurt Andromeda," Narcissa corrected, glaring at her. She wasn't the one who cast the torture curse on her. But she sighed, realizing that at least now she held a part in hurting her. "But I suppose I did too yesterday. We got into it. Pretty badly actually. Mum caught us and threw a cow."

That got Bellatrix attention. "Mum hurt you again?"

"She hurt both of us."

"Sod Andy; I couldn't care less about her. But if Mum—"

"She's our sister, Bella! How you can you not care when she cries out in pain? She goes through the same thing you did, that I still am. How can you have no compassion for that?" Narcissa exclaimed.

"She's no sister of mine," Bellatrix told her firmly. "And she's not yours either. Believe me when I tell you, Cissy, that it's only a matter of time until she truly proves that to you. Best to forget about her now."

"I can't do that," Narcissa said, shaking her head. "It's our fault she hates us; it's your fault she's terrified of us. You didn't have to do what you did."

"She would have told, and you know it. I was protecting us! I don't want to have keep going over this, Cissy. What's done is done, just leave it," Bellatrix stated, rolling over to face her back towards her sister, signifying the end of the conversation.

Narcissa shook her head in anger and disbelief. She was finding it hard to let go; Andromeda was their sister. She pushed Bellatrix's back a little roughly, trying to convey her aggravation. "You're horrible," she told her with a tone that conveyed that Bellatrix's nonchalance on the matter made her feel ill.

"Well if I'm so horrible, why do you love me?" Bellatrix snapped.

Narcissa stared at the back of her head for a moment, her stomach feeling heavy before she admits in a whisper, "I don't know…"

It was true, she didn't know. How could anyone ever love a psychotic murderer? Someone who hurts you just as often as they make you feel whole? It just didn't make any kind of logical sense. Being with Bellatrix was hard; more than hard. It was emotionally difficult for Narcissa to be in love with her own kin, it was a full-time job to take care of Bellatrix when she was sick, and they seemed to fight more than they got along. But the question was, did love really outweigh all the bad things?

It used to be so much easier when they were younger.

"If that's how you feel, then," Bellatrix snapped, her tone weighing heavy with hurt. Picking herself up off the bed and grabbing her clothes from the center of the floor, she furiously began to put them back on. She wouldn't even look at Narcissa.

"Where are you going?" Narcissa asked, sitting straight up in bed.

"Why the fuck am I here, Narcissa?" Bellatrix asked, her expression both angry and desperate. "Huh? You and I both know all I do is hurt you, and now you sit here and can't even find a reason why you love me? So what's the point, honestly?"

"Are you kidding me?" Narcissa asked, outraged. "Was this your plan then? Beg me not to leave you on my birthday only so you could be the one to leave me?"

"You know, and that's the fucked up thing, Cissy," Bellatrix said, pointing at her. Narcissa could see that her eyes were glassy, but her jaw was tight; she wasn't going to cry. "I didn't say a bloody word about leaving you just now, yet that was the first place your head went to. What does that say to you?"

"It says nothing! You—"

"It says you want me to leave!" Bellatrix shouted. "You told me once you loved me the way I was - flaws and all. Yet all you do when we see each other now is harp on me about how fucked up I am, about how what I do is wrong and immoral and all this other sodding bullshit. So obviously no, Narcissa, you do not love me flaws and all."

"Stop putting words in my mouth; I never said I didn't! I do, of course I do, but that doesn't mean I want to sit by and watch you hurt and kill people and completely lose yourself to your disease. You're doing this to yourself and you know it! If you weren't out being horrible to people, your anger wouldn't get the best of you that often and you wouldn't revert into psychosis. You want to go completely mad, don't you?"

"Of course I don't!" Bellatrix shouted. "Who would ever want to hear voices in their head; be completely out of control? How can you say that to me?"

"Because that's what you're doing! If you just left—" Narcissa tried, but was cut off instantly.

"I can't leave, Cissy! I can't! You know it, so stop thinking it's an option. Even if I could, I still wouldn't; I believe in the Dark Lord's cause. Fine, it may be killing my sanity, but in the long run it won't matter. The work I'm doing will change the sodding world - my sanity is nothing compared to that! So yeah, I'm sorry I'm doing something meaningful with my life while you're destined to be nothing more than a baby factory!"

"I'm glad you think I'm so insignificant," Narcissa snapped.

"You are, that's what you don't get!" Bellatrix told her, which made Narcissa's mouth drop open. "We all are! In the end, whether I'm with you or not… it won't make any kind of impact on the world. But what I do with Him; that's real. The legacy we leave behind will last forever - not just in our lifetime. So if you want me to choose, then I'm sorry, but I'll always stand by the Dark Lord and his cause over you."

Narcissa was too shocked to move; she was too shocked to shout at her, hit her, or cry. She just stared at her, as though her sister's words had pierced her heart and was now making her bleed out upon the floor. The silence that followed Bellatrix's words was deafening and as her last sentence hung in the air, Narcissa swallowed hard, refusing to cry. "You're… you're in love with him, aren't you?" she asked softly, painfully.

"Cissy, that's not what this is about—"

"Don't lie to me!" Narcissa screamed, voice shaking. "Don't sit here and lie to my face! I heard the way you spoke to him in the alley - like all you wanted for him to do was take you up against the fucking wall! Lesbian, my arse," she spat.

"I am a lesbian!" Bellatrix insisted loudly.

"Yeah, a lesbian who wants to get banged by a man," Narcissa spat at her, hurt and angry. "Go on, deny it. Lie to my fucking face, Bella. I want to hear this; it should be entertaining."

"I don't—"

"I heard you!" Narcissa shouted, not allowing her to deny it. "And why else, huh? Why else would you choose him over me? You're completely infatuated with him! No one sane would do the stuff you do for him if they weren't."

"He has many followers who don't have romantic feelings for him!" Bellatrix shouted. "Men… most of them are men, Cissy! They don't want to sleep with him, surely."

"But you do," Narcissa told her evenly, locking her jaw. "That's why you want to leave me, so you can do him without any guilt."

"Do you hear yourself?" Bellatrix shrieked. "I never said I wanted to leave you! Stop putting words in my mouth! But you know what? If I did it'd be for your own good, so I don't know why you're complaining."

"Oh right, it's always for me," Narcissa sniped, throwing her hands up in the air. It was so repetitive. "Every sodding thing you do is because of me; because you love me, because you want to protect me. Yet every time you try to do something that will ultimately make my life better, you only make it worse. You cause me more pain by trying to do things 'for my own good' than you do when you just leave everything alone. So you know what, Bella? Maybe it's time you stopped trying to help – you're horrible at it."

"Fine, if that's what you want," Bellatrix snapped, throwing on her coat. She turned away from her for a minute, like she was going to leave, but then rounded back on her, pointing at her accusingly. "You know what? You wouldn't last five minutes without me!"

"Look who's talking!" Narcissa retorted, laughing bitterly. "I'm not the one with psychotic issues, here!"

"At least I take out my anger on other people instead of turning it inwards – seems a lot healthier, if you ask me," Bellatrix spat, looking at Narcissa's thinning figure with disgust.

"Well it's a good thing no one asked you then, because your vision is disturbingly warped," Narcissa replied, angry. "Those people you hurt, they don't deserve it! They did nothing to you, and yet you hurt them to pretend you're no longer a victim when the sad truth is… you and me? We'll be victims our whole lives. We're damaged goods, Bella. That's just the way it is and there's no changing it."

"So you think turning your hatred inward is the solution? You don't deserve to be hurt any more than you already have been!" Bellatrix told her heatedly. "So why give yourself more pain where there are others who never had the pleasure of knowing it? It's their turn, Cissy; not ours. Not anymore."

"Maybe," Narcissa said, her chest and throat hurting from all the strain she was putting on them from not allowing herself to cry. "Maybe it is their turn. But that's not for us to decide."

"Why not? It wasn't for Mum to decide when she viciously beat us day after day! So why her and not us?"

"Because I don't know about you, but the last thing I want to turn into is Mother," Narcissa told her firmly. Her bottom lip quivered finally, giving into her emotion. "And maybe I don't deserve any more pain, Bella. Maybe I've had enough. But… it's all I know…" She broke down then, the tears flowing as she painfully admitted, "And I think… I think that's why I stay with you…" It killed her to tell her sister this, but she couldn't pretend anymore. Her voice came out choked as she told her, "Because you… you hurt me…"

Bellatrix looked like she was falling apart in front of her. She was shaking, her face masked in distress as that information truly sunk in. She looked like she was going to cry, but no tears came. She looked like she had been hit by a bludger – the shock and the pain was written all over her. Narcissa wished she could take back what she said, but it was the truth. Bellatrix hurt her. She loved her more than anything else in the world, but she hurt her far too much for them to ever truly have a healthy relationship.

And the sad thing was, Bellatrix knew it. She said it. Yet when it was said out loud, said by Narcissa, it made it so much more real. It made it all the more worse.

"But I love you," Bellatrix said, voice broken from despair. It was barely above a whisper.

"I know…" Narcissa choked out through her tears, feeling more awful than she ever had in her life. She knew she was breaking her sister's heart. "And that's why it was so hard… to tell you that I… I just can't anymore, Bella. I don't want any more pain… I love you and I want to take care of you, but I'm only fourteen. I can't bear this weight on my shoulders alone… I feel like I'm suffocating."

Bellatrix put a trembling hand to her mouth as she tried to suck in breathes of air to calm herself down. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were Narcissa's tears and Bellatrix's erratic breaths. Finally, Bellatrix swallowed as she walked over to Narcissa slowly until she stood in front of her. The look on her face broke Narcissa apart – it was so incredibly sad. But Bellatrix leaned down, kissing Narcissa on the forehead.

"I won't hurt you anymore," she promised in a whisper. Narcissa could feel Bellatrix's silent tears land on her face and she wanted to reach out to her, but her sister stepped away. She gave her one last look of despair and love before she turned on the spot, apparating out of her room.

Bellatrix didn't come back for Christmas Eve, nor Easter, nor to greet her when she came off the train her final day of her fourth year. It was the end; the end of them, the end of love. And although it hurt… overall, Narcissa found it was the end of her pain.

That was, at least, until she remembered that there was more pain in her life than just the kind Bellatrix brought.

TBC…