When Voldemort was trapped in Dumbledore's Water Prison and only a blurry figure could be seen, a voice rang out from a corner of Azkaban's island.
"Despicable people! You actually ambushed my Lord! Ambushed the Dark Lord! All for the sake of that shameless victory!"
The voice was full of rage, pitched so high it was as sharp and grating as spikes scraping glass.
The Aurors all looked toward the sound and realized it was Bellatrix Lestrange's voice.
Bellatrix Lestrange was sprawled on a huge boulder, her long hair, almost clumped together, tangled into a mess and stained with dust and gravel. She looked utterly wretched.
She had clearly only just climbed onto the boulder. Blood seeped from her forehead and cheeks, running down her gaunt face and leaving fresh red trails across her chin and neck.
Though Bellatrix Lestrange was in a miserable state, her gaze was extraordinarily firm as she furiously railed against the unfairness done to Voldemort, who was at a disadvantage.
Faced with such a mad and loyal Death Eater, the Aurors had no intention of showing mercy. They raised their wands one after another and aimed them at Bellatrix Lestrange. "Stupefy!"
Though they could not intervene in the battle between Vizet, Dumbledore, and Voldemort, they could still attack Bellatrix Lestrange as a precaution.
Before they had even reached Azkaban's island, they had learned that Bellatrix Lestrange had obtained a guard's wand;
to prevent any accidents that might occur, attacking her was naturally a necessary defensive measure.
"The Dark Lord can't possibly be defeated! He will return! Just like today! He will lead us into a new world! You are the ones who will fail in the end..."
Several streaks of red light engulfed Bellatrix Lestrange, and her excited shrieking stopped abruptly;
she was blasted away