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Rodolphus paused for a moment, looking at his brother. "Do you want help?" he asked. "Bella and I will help you. Gladly. I've told her everything and even if I hadn't, she likes torturing and killing people. She's really good at it."

He took his fag from Rabastan again, inhaling deeply from it. "Fuck. I'd love it if they were dead. I'd... I don't know what it would be called. I'd un-disown you, for one. Fucking adopt you if I had to. Burn their bodies so I didn't have to waste time and money on a funeral I didn't give a fuck about. Stop pretending Bella and I want kids. Bella could maybe handle a daughter. She takes care of Narcissa like one, but neither of us are really parenting material, and I stopped caring about whether or not the Lestrange line dies out about the time I found out what our father was doing to you."