Pig ignored the man on the floor, immediately seeking out the sourch of the scream. It rippled out, and he soon found the woman standing at the top of the stairs, holding onto the railing. There was a child, perhaps thirteen, behind her, and he deliberately ignored it, bounding up the stairs in two or three long legged leaps and grabbing the woman by the hair and pulling her down.
He held up a hand to silence the boy, eyes on him, cold and hard, and then pointed back in the direction of the bedrooms, before dragging the woman down the stairs, her screams half muffled now as she watched her child above, almost, somehow, understanding that the boy might be spared.
The woman was dressed in a nightshirt featuring kittens playing with balls of yarn, and he was almost disgusted with the utter ordinariness of it.
He pushed her down on her knees in the kitchen in front of Bellatrix, then raised his eyes to the Death Eater, his wand in his hand, and barely breathing hard.