Bellatrix very nearly flew into blind rage, her wand was in her hand, the word Crucio forming on her lips but she would not, dared not break the tentitive peace the Dark Lord had begin.
"Grimmauld Place..." she whispered thinking how Wallburga must hate it, she must still be there, her portrait hanging as it well should.
"Does he own Kreacher then too, my apparently worthless cousin. Grimmauld would pass to him automaticly as the pureblood heir. Regelus should have taken it from him, restored it, Or I would have done it for them. Aunt Wallburga doesn't deserve mudbloods and halfbreeds in her home."