He had expected to hear cheers of triumph and jubilation at his death, but instead hurried footsteps, whispers, and solicitus murmurs filled the air.
"My Lord… my Lord…”
It was Bellatrix’s voice and she spoke as if to a lover.
"That will do," said Voldemort’s voice.
Voldemort seemed to be getting to his feet. Various Death Eaters were hurrying away from him, returning to the crowd lining the clearing. Bellatrix alone remained behind, kneeling beside Voldemort.
"My Lord, let me—"
"I do not require assistance, said Voldemort coldly, and though he could not see it, Harry pictured Bellatrix withdrawing a helpful hand. "The boy… is he dead?"
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 36, pp 580-81