Alice gasped at the mention of the most feared wizard in the entire world; possibly in all of history. The title given to him by Bellatrix didn’t escape her notice. Not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or some other moniker used by those not loyal to him is not what Bellatrix had called him.
Another confirmation…
“Why?” she asked weakly.
Neville, fast asleep, was laid on the bed so Alice could start to pick at the food Bellatrix had gotten for her. Though, it was hard to eat; she was nauseous and anxious and crushed.
Once she had eaten a little, Alice laid on the bed next to her son. Her eyes immediately began to droop.