Familiar curly ebony locks cascaded over Harry. He gasped upon seeing the familiar smirk of Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry sat in stunned silence, confused and afraid. "Aww, whasa matter, Potter? Cat got'ya tongue?" Bellatrix crooned. She let out a triumphant cackle. Harry was upset. How was he gonna get out of this? Harry looked up to see that Bellatrix was no longer looming over him. He looked around, and chills moved down his spine. It was a complete nursery, painted a bold emerald, accented with silver. How much spare time did Bellatrix have on her hands anyway? Harry tried to wake up from whatever weird, disturbing dream this was, but he couldn't. Just his luck; Bellatrix walked back into the room, humming something. It sounded dark and mysterious. It took Harry a moment to realize it was the Hogwarts school song, only in a minor key. "What's your angle here, Lestrange?" he asked boldly. Bellatrix looked up from her song, and looked Harry dead in the eyes. "What?" she asked, walking over to Harry. "Yeah, you heard me. What's your angle? Are you going to turn me into a defenseless baby and then call in your precious Voldemort to destroy me once and for all?" Harry asked, looking at Bellatrix with a serious expression. Bellatrix's forehead wrinkled with rage, her eyes looking mad. "Do you dare to say his name, Potter? You're nothing but a filthy Halfblood!" Bellatrix spat. She was about to slap Harry square on the cheek, but stopped herself. "No, don't be silly. What I have in mind is going to be much more enjoyable." Bellatrix replied, a smile forming on her red lips. Harry's eyebrows dipped, forehead creasing with worry. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you." Bellatrix told him. "We?" Harry choked out, not liking the sound of this. As if on queue, in strode Lucius Malfoy, cane in hand. He sported his signature smug smirk, his ivory hair shining in the light. "Hello, Potter." he spoke, standing beside Bellatrix. Could this get any worse?