He pulled a small plant out of his pocket, a tiny thing in a little plastic pot. Neville had reached for it as a last thought before he rushed out of the compartment unaware that he would need it or use it. The young Gryffindor had meant to show it to Professor Sprout but … well, that was before the school train had been hijacked and the Death Eaters had openly declared war on the wizarding world.

With one last look at the fallen boy she had killed, Bellatrix left.