“No!” Mrs Weasley cried, as a few students ran forwards, trying to come to her aid. “Get back! Get back! She is mine!” “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.