Bellatrix Lestrange Quotes

You - will - never - touch - our - children - again!' screamed Mrs. Weasley. Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backwards through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did. Molly's curse soared beneath Bellatrix's outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Bellatrix's gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: for the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.

Oh, he’ll try, I’m sure. . . . The usual empty words, the usual slithering out of action . . . oh, on the Dark Lord’s orders, of course!

Shut your mouth! You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare —

Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter.

Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT: If you were my daughter, I’d know of you. DELPHI looks at him imploringly. DELPHI: I am from the future. The child of Bellatrix Lestrange and you.

Oh—shit!” I said again. There were two circular red patches on my cheeks. “I think I have some kind of allergic reaction.” “Only caused by rage,” was Lesley’s diagnosis when I told her what I saw. “How about your eyes? Are they flashing dangerously?” I stared at my reflection. “Yes, sort of. I look a bit like Helena Bonham Caster as Bellatrix Lestrange in Harry Potter. Rather threatening.” “That sounds okay. Listen, you go out now and flash them at everyone for all you’re worth, right?

The barman nodded and looked around for the elf. “Thought he’d be with you. Where’ve you left him?” “He’s dead,” said Harry. “Bellatrix Lestrange killed him.

Bellatrix was still fighting too, fifty yards away from Voldemort, and like her master she dueled three at once: Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, all battling their hardest, but Bellatrix was equal to them, and Harry’s attention was diverted as a Killing Curse shot so close to Ginny that she missed death by an inch — He changed course, running at Bellatrix rather than Voldemort, but before he had gone a few steps he was knocked sideways. “NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!” Mrs. Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms. Bellatrix spun on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of her new challenger. “OUT OF MY WAY!” shouted Mrs. Weasley to the three girls, and with a swipe of her wand she began to duel. Harry watched with terror and elation as Molly Weasley’s wand slashed and twirled, and Bellatrix Lestrange’s smile faltered and became a snarl. Jets of light flew from both wands, the floor around the witches’ feet became hot and cracked; both women were fighting to kill. “No!” Mrs. Weasley cried as a few students ran forward, trying to come to her aid. “Get back! Get back! She is mine!” Hundreds of people now lined the walls, watching the two fights, Voldemort and his three opponents, Bellatrix and Molly, and Harry stood, invisible, torn between both, wanting to attack and yet to protect, unable to be sure that he would not hit the innocent. “What will happen to your children when I’ve killed you?” taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly’s curses danced around her. “When Mummy’s gone the same way as Freddie?” “You — will — never — touch — our — children — again!” screamed Mrs. Weasley. Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backward through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did. Molly’s curse soared beneath Bellatrix’s outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Bellatrix’s gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.

She is an immensely controlling person, and all who challenge her authority and world-view must, in her opinion, be punished. She actively enjoys subjugating and humiliating others, and except in their declared allegiances, there is little to choose between her and Bellatrix Lestrange.

Have Dolores Umbridge as your mother? or Have Bellatrix Lestrange as your mother?

Every witch or wizard with a wand has held in his or her hands more power than we will ever know. With the right spell or potion, they can fabricate love, travel through time, change physical form and even extinguish life. In the wrong hands, power and magic can be dark, lethal, and consuming. Lord Voldemort showed us that; he sought power so viciously that he tore apart the fabric of his soul and lost everything that made him human. He is the ultimate villain, motivated by an ice-cold desire for power and destruction. Obviously few people could match Voldemort in general evil intent (though Bellatrix Lestrange and Dolores Umbridge indeed try), but there are certainly other characters attracted to power.

Tonks and Sirius barely knew each other!” said Ron. “Sirius was in Azkaban half her life and before that their families never met —” “That’s not the point,” said Hermione. “She thinks it was her fault he died!” “How does she work that one out?” asked Harry, in spite of himself. “Well, she was fighting Bellatrix Lestrange, wasn’t she? I think she feels that if only she had finished her off, Bellatrix couldn’t have killed Sirius.” “That’s stupid,” said Ron. “It’s survivor’s guilt,” said Hermione.

NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!’ Mrs Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms. Bellatrix spun on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of her new challenger. ‘OUT OF MY WAY!’ shouted Mrs Weasley to the three girls, and with a swipe of her wand she began to duel. Harry watched with terror and elation as Molly Weasley’s wand slashed and twirled, and Bellatrix Lestrange’s smile faltered, and became a snarl. Jets of light flew from both wands, the floor around the witches’ feet became hot and cracked; both women were fighting to kill. ‘No!’ Mrs Weasley cried, as a few students ran forwards, trying to come to her aid. ‘Get back! Get back! She is mine!’ Hundreds of people now lined the walls, watching the two fights, Voldemort and his three opponents, Bellatrix and Molly, and Harry stood, invisible, torn between both, wanting to attack and yet to protect, unable to be sure that he would not hit the innocent. ‘What will happen to your children when I’ve killed you?’ taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly’s curses danced around her. ‘When Mummy’s gone the same way as Freddie?’ ‘You – will – never – touch – our – children – again!’ screamed Mrs Weasley. Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backwards through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did. Molly’s curse soared beneath Bellatrix’s outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Bellatrix’s gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: for the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.

NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!” Mrs. Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms. Bellatrix spun on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of her new challenger. “OUT OF MY WAY!” shouted Mrs. Weasley to the three girls, and with a swipe of her wand she began to duel. Harry watched with terror and elation as Molly Weasley’s wand slashed and twirled, and Bellatrix Lestrange’s smile faltered and became a snarl. Jets of light flew from both wands, the floor around the witches’ feet became hot and cracked; both women were fighting to kill. “No!” Mrs. Weasley cried as a few students ran forward, trying to come to her aid. “Get back! Get back! She is mine!” Hundreds of people now lined the walls, watching the two fights, Voldemort and his three opponents, Bellatrix and Molly, and Harry stood, invisible, torn between both, wanting to attack and yet to protect, unable to be sure that he would not hit the innocent. “What will happen to your children when I’ve killed you?” taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly’s curses danced around her. “When Mummy’s gone the same way as Freddie?” “You — will — never — touch — our — children — again!” screamed Mrs. Weasley. Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backward through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did. Molly’s curse soared beneath Bellatrix’s outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Bellatrix’s gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.

Oh, she's got fire." Bellatrix grinned down at her. "I should smack that look off your face." Mia glared up at the older witch. "I've had worse." "You're lucky it's considered bad taste to spill blood on the morning of a marriage. Especially one so important." Bellatrix leant in close to Mia and whispered, "Maybe another day, little girl. I look forward to it. Dealing with you, my little cousin here, and all of your adorable blood-traitor friends. It's rumoured you even have a pet werewol—" Too far. "You will not touch my family, you bitch!" Sirius put his arms around Mia's waist and tugged her back several feet, shoving himself between her and Bellatrix, his eyes wide. "You dare speak to me that way? Do you have any idea who I am?" Bellatrix shrieked, her hands shaking with rage, and her eyes alight with fury. "You filthy little blood-traitor, I will enjoy watching you die screaming!" She had screamed. Mia had screamed and screamed right there in Malfoy Manor, and yet she did not die. She vividly remembered the sight of the black dog launching on top of the dark witch, jaws clamped around her throat, ripping and tearing as she struggled for air. Mia stood, unafraid as Bellatrix Lestrange looked down threateningly at her. "And I will enjoy watching you die . . . gasping.

Bingo Junio-Julio-Agosto  Lord Voldemort (un libro que trate sobre la muerte): Un mosntruo viene a verme de Patrick Ness. Conor tiene que lidiar con el temor constante de que su madre muera a causa del cancer y es ahí cuando aparece el monstruo que le hace ver la realidad  Regulus Black (libro que el protagonista tenga un familia rara/malvada/numerosa): La tempestad de Shakespeare. Prospero es traicionado por su hermano y es mandando a una isla en el medio de la nada; Prospero jura venganza mediante sus poderes mágicos.  Barty Crouch Jr (libro que el/la protagonista participe en una secta o investigue sobre las mismas): Las chicas de Emma Cline. Evie se ve envuelta en una secta cuando es abandonada por su mejor amiga y su unica amiga en el mundo.  Fenrir Breyback (libro que tenga licántropos): Luna Nueva de Stephenie Meyer. Bella es abandonada por Edward, se acerca mas a jacob y descubre que el es un hombre lobo  Bellatrix Lestrange (libro en el que el romance tóxico sea lo principal) La selección de Kiera Cass. America Singer se ve envuelta en un triangulo amoroso entre el principe de Íllea, Maxon, y su amor de la ciudad, Aspen.  Draco Malfoy (libro que el/la protagonista sea desertor): Tres espejos; espada de Sebastián Vargas. Jian era un campesino que perdió al amor de su vida y se convierte en un pirata perseguido por el pueblo por ser desertor y huir de luchar en la guerra.  Lucius Malfoy (libro con puterio de ricos) Mansfield Park de Jane Auste. Fanny es adoptada por sus tios ricos y la llevan a vivir a Mansfield Park, ella se ve envuelta en todos los lios, complicaciones y preocupaciones de los ricos, donde cada acción tiene que ser friamente calculada  Petter Pettigrew (libro con animales como protagonistas): El principito de Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. El principito, un hombrecito de traje azul y pelo rubio se hace amigo de un zorro que lo aconseja sobre la vida.  Marietta (libro en que el/la protagonista tenga una doble vida/vida oculta): Heartsong de T.J Klune. Robbie se encuentra en otra manada, con sueño recurrente sobre unos lobos corriendo... Con el paso del tiempo, descubre que la vida que esta viviendo no era su vida.

Bellatrix Lestrange, the Death Eater who made Lady Macbeth look like June Cleaver.

Bellatrix Black, which was connected by a double line to Rodolphus Lestrange.

A Bellatrix Lestrange cake with crazy hair and murderous eyes. (Just to be clear, I’ve tried to make ones that don’t look like Helena Bonham Carter – not because I don’t love the woman, I do, you can’t not, but because, let’s face it, the Harry Potter books are the real deal, the films aren’t, but people look gut-wrenchingly disappointed when I do that, so I stick to the film version of the character

Only one curse word is used in the movies. Molly Weasley calls Bellatrix Lestrange a bitch.

Rodolphus Lestrange, Bellatrix Lestrange’s husband who was jailed in Azkaban with her. In the movies he doesn’t appear at all, and it’s implied that Bellatrix has a thing for He-Who-You-Must-Not-Be-Romantically-Involved-With.

Wrap up del Bingo Mortifagos para Ravenclaw Lord Voldemort: Nature of Witches de Rachel Griffin - 2* Clara tiene el poder más grande que cualquier bruja ha tenido en décadas, pero está muy asustada de usarlo porque ha ocasionado no sola la muerte de sus padres sino también de su mejor amiga. El libro nos cuenta como Clara, con bastante ayuda, logra superar sus miedos para poder ayudar al mundo con su magia. Regulus Black: Six of Crows de Leigh Bardugo - 4* Una familia rara es la familia que se elige, como pasó con los Dreggs y la banda que conforma Kaz para hacer el atraco más ambicioso que han ejecutado hasta ahora. Al final del libro, los lazos que los unen son mucho más fuertes que la amistad. Barty Crouch Jr: Berserk de Kentaro Miura - 3* El manga más oscuro que he leído. Es un poco spoiler, pero Guts el protagonista busca la venganza de la secta de La Mano de Dios. Tratos con seres de la oscuridad que dejan villanos inhumanos y repugnantes que nuestro protagonista masacra uno a uno. Fenrir Greyback: Magic Bites de Ilona Andrews - 4* Una mercenaria re badass intentando resolver un crimen casi queda en medio de una batalla entre necromancers y shapeshifters de todo tipo, incluyendo hombres lobos. Bellatrix Lestrange: Tabú, el juego prohibido de Nicolás Manzur - 3* Un profesor y un alumno terminan enamorados, pero la historia hacia ese final feliz es una colección de drama y las actitudes más tóxicas que se puedan ver. Draco Malfoy: El hobbit de JRRTolkien - 5* Si alguien ha abandonado una causa con buena razón fue Bilbo en la Montaña Solitaria cuando los enanos parecían no entrar en razón. Y aún así no le falló a sus amigos, sino que fue el acto más sensato y valiente que podría haber hecho. Lucius Malfoy: Parachutes de Kelly Yang - 3* Los chinos ricos que tienen mucho dinero mandan a sus hijos a estudiar al extranjero, esos son los Parachutes. Pero claro un adolescente viviendo casi solo con muchísimo dinero a su disposición y en un cultura completamente extraña… muchas cosas pueden salir mal. Peter Pettigrew: Animal Farm de George Orwell - 5* Una rebelión protagonizada por animales de granja. Pareciera gracioso pero es una alegoría demasiado real y dolorosa de lo que pasa en muchos gobiernos aún hoy después de muchos años de publicada. Severus Snape: El castillo ambulante de Diana Wynne Jones - 4* Howl tiene muchísimos secretos. Uno de los primeros que conocemos es las múltiples personalidades que mantiene en distintos pueblos y para distintas personas (incluido el rey). Otro del que nos enteramos recién al final termina siendo confirmando que es un dulce y merecedor del amor de Sophie.

Walnut and dragon heartstring,” he said. “Twelve-and-three-quarter inches. Unyielding. This wand belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange.