Harry exchanged a glance with Ginny, unable to comprehend what the girl had just said. "So you're saying," he said while still looking at his wife, "That Voldemort and Bellatrix…" Ginny wrinkled her nose in disgust, "Ew." Lalithine snarled from her position on the floor, apparently irritated with the entire conversation. "What do we do with her?" Ginny asked with the sudden revelation that the girl was still sprawled out on the ground. Harry shrugged, though he seemed deep in thought. "Azkaban it is then," Ginny said. She grabbed Lalithine by the upper arm and hoisted her up, pulling her towards the front door. "Wait," Harry interrupted and Ginny stopped immediately. He walked up to the girl, his green eyes bringing back their old intensity, she avoided his gaze. "How many others?" Lalithine shook her head, not quite defeated; Harry grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Her golden eyes flashed and her jaw twitched, but still she kept her silence. A battle of wills pursued; however, in the end, it was him who surrendered with a drawn out sigh. "There might be others," Harry mumbled to his wife. "Can we risk it?" She replied. He shook his head, trying to straighten the jumbled thoughts within it. "The kids are gone, at least we have that-" "Harry," Ginny cried, "You're not suggesting we keep her here?" Her hands tightened around Lalithine, causing the girl to flinch. Harry shut his eyes tightly, rubbing the old scar on his forehead, "What choice do we have? If we let her go, if she escapes from Azkaban, you know where she'll go first." Lalithine smiled to herself, they knew she was after the children as well. In such a circumstance, an entire family must be brought to justice, not just a few choice members. She would try to bring the kids down with their parents, maybe even torture the Longbottom fellow while she was at it. "Fine," Ginny spat, "We'll keep the little Death Eater here, if that makes you happy." "It doesn't make me happy, Ginny. But if she somehow escapes-" "How could she escape? There's no way," Ginny shouted in desperation. She did not want this filth in her home, poisoning her family, her husband. Lalithine grinned evilly, "Oh, you'd be quite surprised what I can accomplish when I set my mind to it." The tone of her voice was chipper, almost matter-of-fact, a voice Harry had never heard before. "You were there the night I killed Voldemort?" He inquired. She hissed in annoyance, "Yes I was there, Potter! I saw it!" Harry's eyes narrowed, "I don't remember seeing you." "Because I hid in the trees," Lalithine's jaw snapped shut after her last comment as she silently scolded herself for her hot temper. "Hid in the trees," Harry laughed, "What a faithful follower you are!" "I WAS FOUR," she screamed suddenly, her pale face red with concentrated rage, "FOUR YEARS OLD AND I WATCHED YOU KILL THEM!" "It had to be done;" Harry said calmly, "Voldemort would not have created a suitable world to raise you in."
Lalithine dissolved into a coughing fit, and found Ginny had let her go. In fact, Ginny was no where to be seen. She sank to her knees, unable to hold her own body weight while her lungs grasped greedily for clean air. "What makes your world any better, Potter? What makes you any different from Him?" "Everything," Harry replied too quickly. He had given her the advantage she had hoped for. He had given her a reason to unleash everything. "Oh! Really? So you can look me in the eyes, and tell me that you didn't murder a small child's family? You can say that you never doubted Dumbledore's reign? You can honestly tell me that you never let your friends – your followers – die to save your own skin. Face it, Potter, you're one in the same. I'm homeless because of you; I'm parentless because of you, outlawed because of you. You're everything that's wrong with this world." He reached up and yanked her hood down deliberately, taking in the strange white sheen of her skin, the stringy black hair, the golden eyes. She looked remarkably like a mix between her two parents, a mix between the disturbed Bellatrix and the young Tom Riddle. Harry pointed his wand at her throat, "You've been sorely misinformed, Ms. Riddle. If I've made your life so miserable, I apologize, but I think it's time you've learned the truth." Lalithine hung her head, her black hair hiding her expression, "I know the truth." "Then you'll stay here until you learn the rest of it."