Death Knell
"You will die, Potter."
Her words lashed upon his bowed head. "I know."
"The Dark Lord has wanted you dead for so long, and he will have your death."
He found there was nothing to say. "I know."
"You'll be with my dear cousin soon."
Harry lifted his head. He thought he saw Sirius, but he was only looking into his cousin's dead black eyes. "Will he be there at the end?" Harry asked.
Bellatrix's laugh grated against his mind. "Oh, you poor, naive little boy. Poor, pitiful little boy..."
She stiffened.
"He wants you now, Potter. Go to him."
