gilderoys:

hp aesthetics → bellatrix lestrange
“come out, come out, little harry!” she called in her mock-baby voice, which echoed off the the polished wooden floors. “what did you come after me for, then? i thought you were here to avenge my dear cousin!”
“i am!” shouted harry, and a score of ghostly harrys seemed to chorus i am! i am! i am! all around the room.
“aaaaaah…did you love him, little baby potter?”