Bellatrix's eyes widened. Without blinking, she stared fixedly at the two identical Allens before her.
"Stay here, stay here..." Under the gaze of the four pale-blue, emotionless, icy eyes of the Allens opposite her, the scene before her suddenly changed...
Before her eyes, the two Allens vanished, replaced by the sight of the two of them lying in the corridor, covered in blood. Blood was everywhere she looked. Narcissa was drenched in it, her organs spilling out, her intestines rolling free and drooping onto the floor. Bellatrix, also dyed red with blood, had a sunken belly, and a dead infant lay sprawled in a grotesque posture between her legs. On her ashen face, her mouth hung slightly open, and her eyes bulged as they stared up at the Grotto overhead. Bellatrix, lying on her back, and Narcissa, sprawled on the ground, were both silent and still; clearly, they had completely lost their lives.
Bloodstains covered the walls and floor, and the pile of materials those corpses had carried out of Voldemort's study was scattered all over the ground.
"Stay here... forever, forever... forever..." the two Allens opposite her said at the same time. Their voices were as perfectly synchronized as the Weasley Twins, but hollow and eerie, and the words they kept repeating at the end were even more chilling.
Bellatrix stood there dumbstruck and terrified to the extreme, and a breath suddenly rushed up her throat, loud enough that even she heard it. In her current state, she had lost her usual courage of striking first the moment she met someone. After she came back to herself a little, she grabbed her sister, who was watching her worriedly, and ran—while Nagini, at the very first moment, when the Black sisters were panting and frozen in place without responding, had