"My Lord," Bellatrix whispered haltingly, as she navigated the next flight of stairs downward, "am I going back to my cell, my Lord?"
Harry's brain was distracted, so it took him that long to process the words, and then another moment to process the horror, while Bellatrix continued speaking.
"I would... please, my Lord, I would very much rather die," her voice said. And then, in a smaller voice, a whisper that was barely there, "but I will go back if you ask it of me, my Lord..."
"We are not going back to your cell," hissed Harry's voice, on automatic. Nothing of what he felt was allowed to reach his face.
The better parts of Harry didn't have much to say to that.
And that was when Harry heard it.
It was faint, and it grew louder with every step they took forward.
A woman's voice, distant, indistinct.
His ears, automatically, strained to make out the words.
"...please don't..."
"...didn't mean..."
"...don't die..."
Then his brain knew
Because Professor Quirrell wasn't there to keep the silence any more, and Azkaban was not, in fact, silent.
Faint the woman's voice, repeating:
"No, I didn't mean it, please don't die!"
"No, I didn't mean it, please don't die!"
It got louder with every step Harry took, he could hear the emotion in the words now, the horror, the remorse, the desperation of...
"No, I didn't mean it, please don't die!"
...the woman's worst memory, rehearsing over and over again...
"No, I didn't mean it, please don't die!"
...the murder that had sent her to Azkaban...
"No, I didn't mean it, please don't die!"
...where she was sentenced by the Dementors to watch whoever she'd killed, die and die and die in an infinite repeating loop. Though she must have been put in Azkaban recently, from the amount of life left in her voice.
The thought came to Harry, then, that Professor Quirrell had passed those doors, heard those sounds, and given not the slightest sign of disturbance; and Harry would have called it a positive proof of evil, if Harry's own lips hadn't remained silent in the presence of Bellatrix, his breathing regular, while something inside him screamed and screamed and screamed.
The Patronus brightened, not out of control, but it brightened, with every step Harry took forward.
It brightened further as Harry and Bellatrix descended the stairs, she stumbled and Harry offered her his left arm thrust outside the Cloak, braving the sense of doom from being that close to the snake draped around her neck. There was a surprised look on her face, but she accepted it, and said nothing.
It helped Harry, being able to help Bellatrix, but it wasn't enough.
Not when he saw the huge metal door in the center of that level's corridor.
Not when they came closer, and the woman's voice fell silent, because there was a Patronus near her now, and she wasn't reliving her worst memory any more.
Harry's steps carried him inevitably forward toward the metal door.
And...
...Harry kept walking...