Life was a whirlwind for a long time. I would go to any of the Weasleys and they saw my "Bellatrix Burns" as George called them. If I was getting hurt, they were getting more dangerous than ever. Harry, Hermione and Ron were gone. There was nothing left that I could do. His mind was now detached. There was nothing more for us. I don't think he really had a sense anymore of what the aim was.

I know this because he killed my uncle. I think perhaps he was jealous of Uncle Severus, that I looked to him for comfort and advice. I did not kill a single person on the night of the Battle of Hogwarts. No Death Eater, no Muggle, no student. I looked at him and he knew that I knew what he had done. No magic could heal that. I didn't speak to him we just looked at each other as he was waiting for Harry. I had tears in my eyes and was in shock. I had been robbed of the closest thing to a parent by my own father. You could say he "allowed me passage" but I prefer the "understood he had hurt his daughter phrase"