Rodolphus was delirious. That much was obvious. His face was far too pale, and Bellatrix hissed again. What had gone so wrong?
"I know," she said sharply even as she glanced down at the portkey.
Bellatrix grit her teeth. "It's not the portkey, you fool. It's my damn magic." She hated to admit it, but it was pretty obvious now. "Shut up and keep your strength."
She put more effort into it this time, drowning out the battle going on around them, and tried activating the portkey again. This time, she felt it beginning to work, spinning them around before zipping them off to their destination.
They landed in the foyer of Greengrass manor, and Rodolphus' blood (and a bit of her own) began to pool on the stark white marble floors.
She literally screamed for a house elf, demanding that Orla be fetched at once. It was perhaps the first time that Bella had regretting not knowing more about healing spells...but even that was dumb. She wouldn't have been able to use them at this moment anyway.