Okay this is not good.

She shifts forms to try to get out of the ropes.

The ropes shift to accommodate her - and she can't reach to bring her claws to bear on any, though she might be able to chew on some.

Bellatrix floats her over the border of the circle.

Nope, okay, maybe- break line of sight? Can't reach her cloak but she's been working on summons so she can call it out of her bag-

Ellie's lowered to the center - her bag rocks, the cloak slithering out and falling over her. It's not covering her well enough to make her invisible, but maybe with some nudging - 

Voldemort seems to be ignoring her, at least. He's currently got his hand raised palm up before him, an odd green light glinting between his curled fingers, as he starts a murmuring chant in Parseltongue - 

It's hard to hear, weirdly, like someone facing away from her, speaking far away. He's - calling, maybe, addressing something, and his speech sounds oddly formal and archaic. The shadow, the taker, the ender, the whisper, the silent rider - 

An odd feeling builds around Ellie. The air's cold and thin - harsh enough breathing hurts - her vision's going strange, blurry, and her eardrums feel on the verge of popping - 

She pulls frantically at the cloak with her magic.

Hide, she needs to hide-

It moves almost like a living thing, shrouding her. The world's normally a bit strange through it, a bit washed out, oddly stark and sharp. This time - 

The world looks... Misty. Gray. Like a ghost of itself, overlaid with all the other selves it's ever been. This is a graveyard - she knows in her bones, she can see the traces of bones, the echoes of Death - this has been a graveyard for a very long time. The Death of this place wends toward and around Voldemort, never quite touching him. 

The same odd misty coldness swirls around Bellatrix's wand - flinches from Voldemort's, sheathed ignored at his waist - blazes from the stone in his hand, radiating with a searing harshness - 

Flows gently, calmly, around Ellie. Her cloak ripples over her. 

(Something is watching her. The knowledge ripples cold up her spine.)

The world goes entirely, impossibly quiet.

The spell unravels. Blasts out - the bright stone in Voldemort's hand flashes to a sudden dark.

The bonds on Ellie break.

Voldemort drops the stone - it bounces into the circle - and falls back, hand going for his wand as he stumbles and falls - catches himself barely on one knee.

Bellatrix stares forward, her fixed and distant expression suddenly terrified.

Her eyes are fixed on something - invisible, but there's a pressure in Ellie's head - 

Ellie grits her teeth and swings upright, darting at the stone-

If Voldemort was using it she doesn't want him to continue to have it.

It's cold and heavier than it should be, but she's able to get to it.

"Stop her."

Bellatrix frowns, opening her mouth a bit - 

" - Who - is she - "

"Anathema's friend!"

" - Who - "

Shit.

She doesn't have time for this, she has to get away, get out before Voldemort recovers.

She makes a break out of the circle.

Voldemort rolls into enough of a crouch to start casting blindly in her general direction.

The spells don't look particularly pleasant to get hit by.

Hopefully the combination of cloak and dodging will let her avoid having that happen to her.

A few clip the edges of her cloak - Voldemort's now cursing at her, trying to raise lines of fire in her possible paths - none of the spells that clip her do damage.

Fuck fuck fuck-

She trips over the discarded tournament cup.

Another yank behind her navel - another lurch in the world - 

And she seems to be on the grass outside the Quidditch Pitch, except for how usually it looks a lot less like someone fought a major battle here - the ground's scorched, shallow blasts scored through the dirt in some places, and there's distant flashes of spells in the night, a moody glow like fire on the horizon, dissipating wisps of sickly green smoke in the air.

She's still under the cloak, though there's no one right around her.

Oh what the hell.

"Point me Fay Reynolds," she whispers.

Over near the part of the Lake between Hogwarts and the gate. Towards the most intense spell flashes, actually.

And Anathema?

...The spell has no clue! But it seems to be a similar level of 'no clue' that Ellie gets when Anathema's in the Chamber of Secrets, not a 'target invalid' sort of 'no clue.'