Dudley Dursley?
Bellatrix silently rolled the name around in her mind. It sounded strangely familiar...
Right, I remember now!
Bellatrix's eyes widened in shock, but the Carrow siblings cried out before she could:
"You... you're that... that Muggle's son from the church?"
Yes, a rare look of shame and anger appeared on Bellatrix's face.
The church from that day seemed to rise before her eyes again.
That fat Muggle had blocked the breach, staring at her mockingly with the most contemptuous smile. His face had been covered in blood, yet that same disdainful smile had remained.
Like a silent mountain, he had simply stood there, as though nothing could shake him.
Bellatrix had never dared admit that she felt a trace of fear toward that Muggle. Even now, she still could not understand how he had managed to smile under the Cruciatus Curse.
Even a curse cast with all her strength had failed to bring him down.
Otherwise, how could she, Bellatrix Lestrange, a Death Eater whose name struck terror throughout the Wizarding World, one of the Dark Lord's most trusted servants...
Possibly have remembered the name of some lowly, contemptible Muggle?
"Very good... very good..." The smile vanished from Bellatrix's face. Her eyes filled with unprecedented coldness and madness.
It was as though she intended to repay his son in twice the torment and suffering for the shock and that "insignificant" trace of fear Vernon had inflicted on her.
"Today really is... a fine day."
Bellatrix tapped her wand against her palm. "The Longbottom brat, and that filthy Muggle's child. What's wrong?
Want revenge for those useless parents of yours who howled and screamed in agony before me?"
Beside her, the Carrow siblings and the Flattery King obligingly burst into exaggerated laughter. They rocked back and forth, slapping their