Temporarily putting their fight to one side the three stood at the door, waiting for Bella to inform them on his condition. Slowly the door opened, behind her they could see Harry sitting up on his bed; his head hung. Bella's cool metallic blue eyes swept over the trio.

"He's fine. Depressed and in shock, but fine." Bella crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned against the doorframe, blocking Harry from view. "His memory is intact and he can use all his limbs." She paused and glared at Ron briefly. "You may see him…" She smirked at their happy faces. "If he still wants to see you." Bella still couldn't explain the overwhelming feelings she was having towards Potter.

All of them blinked and all of them said, "What?" Bella wondered if they had practised the action beforehand.

"I've told him all I know of the situation. I thought it would be good for him to hear it from my side, considering that it was I that turned him." Bella paused, it must have been her vampiric instincts kicking in. "He is my Childe and my responsibility of sorts…"

Harry, hearing all this looked up at Bella's comments his eyes roamed over the older woman's back, taking in her deceptively relaxed stance. Harry could tell she was tense, scared even… Maybe. Could Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's right-hand get scared? And yet… Something between them had changed, she had changed. How could she not? She wasn't even… Human anymore.

"You… Can't. You're my prisoner!" Ron spluttered his face quickly turning the same shade of red as his hair.

"You had no right to tell him anything!" Hermione said curtly, trying to peer around Bella and into the room behind her.

"I had every right." Bella growled, the sound none-too human sounding. "Just because I'm a… prisoner…" She spat. "Doesn't mean I can't tell a young man the truth. Even if it was rushed." Bella uncrossed her arms, now coming to rest on her hips. "What were you three doing while I gave Potter another chance at life, hmm? …Fighting!"

Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes… Typical for Ron and Hermione but, who was the third?

Draco sneered. "Really Lestrange. I don't think you're in any position to be barking orders!"

"Oh dear nephew," Bella chuckled. "I really think I am." But before anyone could blink Bella was slammed into the far wall and promptly stunned.

"Bitch!" Ron spat, his wand still levelled at her unconscious form. He strode over to her and kicked her, just to make sure before putting his wand away. "Bloody freak of nature thinks she owns the place now." He yelled.

"For once Weasley I agree with you." Draco added, stepping into the room. "Think we should kill her or just wipe her memory and dump her?"

Hermione slapped Draco's arm. "You will do nothing of the sort. That makes us no better than the mad man we are fighting." Hermione sighed, and looked at Ron. "Ron, she's not a freak, she's just… Different. Remember Harry is now a… Well, like her."

Ron shook his head. "Yeah, but she was always a little coo-coo. I mean… She gets off on hurting people!"

"Enough!" Harry snapped. "None of you, not even me, truly know her! I've been awake for what… Thirty minutes? And she has shown me nothing but respect! Leave her alone and…" Harry gasped, a sudden and intense feeling of nausea filled him. He turned his head and leaned over the side of the table, his stomach crapped painfully but there was nothing for him to throw up.

"Harry!" Hermione rushed to his side and stepped in a puddle of congealed blood and froze. The room was covered in dried blood. "Oh… My…." She looked green. "Let's get you out of this room."

Before Harry could say anything else he blacked out.

…tbc