A revival of the Slytherin instincts

Harry's sentence

Harry moved closer to Bellatrix, the dementors kept getting closer and he hated it. He closed his eyes trying to escape the feeling of betrayal. He had been here for only a day, but it had been long enough for the dementors to feed on him. They kept coming back, Bellatrix said they should have left him alone after the first five minutes, but that they didn't seem to be following the rules. He had met Frenrir Greyback as well as a few other prisoners, and he didn't know what to think. Bellatrix said that they would more than likely continue to try and kill him, and yet many of them had merely glared at his presence. Bellatrix said he should call her mum, but he wasn't too sure why. He liked the thought of having a mother, but wasn't sure if his father would approve. He shivers once more as a dementor came into his vicinity. He closed his eyes against the onslaught of screams and tried to ignore it. He felt a soft hand running through his hair and opened his eyes. Bellatrix was sitting beside him, running a hand through his hair. "When I was younger, before the dark lord, I had wanted a child. Rebastion and I tried for months, but I never got one. Finally I had given up, my husband convinced me to join the dark lord. He thought that after our lord won he would bless us with a child. Now, I know longer wish to serve him, and yet I'll be here for the rest of my life. I'm telling you this, because in a weird way I got my wish." Harry smiles slightly before the dementor  goes back to feeding in him. He closes his eyes in agony and everything is drowned out.