"I'm telling you, I don't know!" Rabastan Lestrange screamed at us.
"I've gotten better at healing with Parseltongue. Want to see, Hermione?" Harry asked, his animal-like gaze never wavering from Lestrange.
"We should have gotten the brother." I muttered to him, thinking what else I could ask before continuing louder. "Your sister-in-law is his right hand. You're telling me you've never heard of him making horcruxes?"
"She's fucking him." Harry offered, unprompted.
"Bellatrix is having sex with her brother-in-law?" That was gross, and I didn't need to know it.
Harry shot me an impatient look. "No, Bellatrix is fucking him ." He said the last word with emphasis.
"What?!" Both Rabastan Lestrange and I shouted.
"How do you..." I trailed off when Harry's eyebrows rose, staring at him. Wow. Okay, this was something I was going to have to talk to him about, preferably after another draught of peace.
I looked at Lestrange, who looked just as shocked by the revelation as I had been. He knew nothing about the horcruxes, nothing about Voldemort's plans and hadn't even known his sister-in-law was sleeping around (yuck).
I set my shoulders back, still not looking at Harry next to me. "I'm going back to the tent."
"You don't want to stay?"
My jaw clenched as Rabastan started begging. "No."
I apparated out, leaving him to my murderous companion.
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40 Days
Fiksi PenggemarRon left November 15, 1997, and was gone for 40 days. Each day that passes, the locket wears down Harry, peeling back his layers, revealing aspects of his personality that Hermione had never before seen. Harry Potter the boy from the cupboard under...
