What makes it so difficult to think through is that it's always been our worst fear, you know? Being in the hands of the enemy, and they know the truth about your loyalties, and you're utterly at their mercy. And they don't have any. I realised that tonight as I was talking with Rachel. It was my worst fear, her worst fear, and how can you think around that? It primal, it shuts your brain off.

That's why Voldemort and now Bellatrix have managed to stomp around mowing everyone down for over a decade. If something's unimaginably horrific, that's right where they'll go.

Gah. Well. My message to her is that she doesn't have to be perfect. So I guess my words don't have to be perfect, either.

I wish you could lend me a dragon to roast Bellatrix Lestrange and Barty Crouch to a crisp.