"!!!"
Bellatrix's hair stood on end. She felt as though she had encountered something terrifying, but without her wand, she had no way to resist. The next moment, everything went black, and she lost consciousness.
Will looked down at Bellatrix, sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. He did not kill her outright—death would have been too much of a release.
He would put Bellatrix to the best possible use. After all, Will had even wrung everything he could from the sentient book in the Black family's library.
The Death Eaters' retreat did not go smoothly, either. Aurors pursued them all the way, and in the end, only about two-fifths escaped unscathed, speeding away on broomsticks.
Some who had gotten a little farther away simply Disapparated.
Lucius flew through the air as the snowstorm grew fiercer. Suddenly, a thought struck him—where was Will?
Will had split up with him at Azkaban. He had been so focused on escaping that he had forgotten Will entirely. If Will was still at Azkaban, that was bad!
But however much Lucius agonized over it, he did not dare turn back to look for Will. Azkaban was full of Aurors now. He would have to have a death wish.
Still torn, he followed the mass of Dark Wizards farther and farther away on his broomstick.
Will ought to be capable of protecting himself. Even if he was caught, he would not be sentenced to death. They could break him out later.
For now, Lucius needed to think about how to kneel before the Dark Lord and admit his fault. The failure of this mission was not his doing, but he still needed to show the proper attitude.
At the same time, he was glad he had not let Draco come back. Otherwise, Draco