Thursday, December 29, 2005

I do wonder shall I ever stop having these strange dreams. I had another last night:

I was in a room and at first I could only see myself through a keyhole. Strangely enough, I knew that I was Harry from Harry Potter! I saw myself in a simple brown, straight-backed chair and I was wearing a simple yet deliciously flowing white dress. I (white dress me) was looking at someone. I (as Harry) couldn’t see at first, but then as I (in the room) looked up proudly at someone, I could see that I (in the room) was looking at the face of a blond haired, scared face of Draco Malfoy.

Then the viewpoint changed and I was in the room but still in third person. I was no longer Harry. Note: I shall only refer to “I” as the white dressed me from now on.

I had a tear-streaked face and he wiped off the tears tenderly. I looked away to the side farthest from my view, because I could hardly stand having him touch me. He turned my head back slowly and placed his mouth to mine and kissed me. Oh, how it was a long, sweet, French kiss and when we stopped, I still leaned forward with my eyes closed, savoring the tension. I guess tension is the wrong word, but for lack of a word to mean the moments right after a kiss when the two lovers are still under the spell.

The next thing that I knew, I was in a graveyard just like the one that Harry is in when he was in the movie of the 4th book. I was kneeling with my head down in the center of the circle of the Death Eaters. I seemed to know everyone there already. Voldemort took hold of my chin and forced my head up gently and said to me,

“You have an unfortunate problem, my dear, and I command that you be married to the one who caused you this discomfort. Which one was it?”

“Draco, of course, as Lucius is already married, My Lord,” I said to him.

“Yes, of course, I was just making sure. Hold out your arm. Your right one.”

Realizing what he was going to do, I shied back.

“Oh, God! Please don’t!” He was going to brand me with the Dark Mark. “My Lord, I am still in school and would be killed if it were seen.”

All at once there was a commotion behind me and I turned to look. Draco was trying to get to me and there were five or seven Death Eaters holding him back. His father was just staring at his from the other side of the circle. Voldemort turned and asked, “Lucius, do you want to deal with him or should I?”

Malfoy gestured to him and said, “Oh, he is your to deal with and I would be obliged, My Lord.”

“Very good,” he turned back to Draco and sneered. “Your father has put me in charge of your punishment for this crime which you have committed and put this poor girl jeopardy as to her life. You-”

“You – don’t – care – about – her,” Draco panted. Then he sneered back. “You only care about her usefulness! That’s all you ever care about. I love her!”

He looked straight at his father and said softer so that only he and I could hear, “I love her.”

I smiled

Malfoy looked at me and then at Voldemort. He asked humbly, “My Lord, May I have permission to ask the girl some questions?”

“You may, Lucius.”

Malfoy bowed low. Then he walked to where I was still kneeling. Draco was still struggling against the Death Eaters. He kneeled in front of me and proceeded to question me.

“Why did you do this?” (I didn’t, it just happened.)

“What do you expect to get out of it?” (Nothing.)

“You know you now have to marry him?” (Yes I do and I would make everything legal. Also it won’t be that bad because we love each other.)

Then he took my chin in his hand and asked me the question I was waiting for, “Do you truly love my son?”

I nodded because I couldn’t say anything when my jaw was being squeezed. He stood up and commanded me to do the same. I did, and miraculously, although the ground had been damp as it had rained just recently, the front of my white dress was still white and there was no stains or any sign of dirt or otherwise. Guessing what I was looking at, Malfoy said, “You have the Dark Lord to thank for that.”

“Lucius. She doesn’t have to thank me for a little thing like that.” Voldemort smiled.

“Thank you, though,” I said, smiling at him.

“Anything, my dear, just say the words and I will have it happen,” I couldn’t believe that Lord Voldemort was being this nice.

“Voldemort,” I wanted one thing right then. He looked at me inquiringly. “I want Mr. Malfoy to be proud of his son. I want him to be happy for his grandson’s entry into the world. I want Narcissa as my mother at my bedside.”

“I would be happy to without being put under a spell to do it. I am glad my son has found the right someone,” said a woman’s mature motherly voice. Narcissa stepped from behind a monumental grave. She stepped forward and embraced me like a mother and I found that I was crying. She held me until I was once again quiet.

“That’s really all you want isn’t it?” she asked. I nodded. She looked up at her husband and raised her eyebrows. Lucius came and knelt before me again. “I would be honored to be your son’s grandfather on one condition. That he, like his grandfather and now his father, be in the service of Lord Voldemort at the appropriate age.”

I looked at Draco, who had stopped struggling, and he nodded subtly and so I turned back to Malfoy, smiled, and said, “Okay. But I deem the appropriate age.” He smiled and nodded.

I had the baby behind a gravestone, which isn’t the most sanitary place, but I did have it successfully. It was a boy and I was positively sweaty by the time I was done! Narcissa was holding my hand the whole time.

I was the first to hold the baby. Then it was Narcissa and then Lucius. Then Draco held the baby. That was sweet because he seemed to hold it so tenderly and he was crying. He climbed over me and held me in the makeshift bed. I turned to him and he directed my own lips to his again. I was still holding the baby. Narcissa came forward quietly and smiled at me. She kissed my forehead the way a mother does and took the baby from me so I could sleep without worrying.

I know it doesn’t seem real, and it’ll never happen, but it was a magic filled world, so here it is. Narcissa did something and one moment I was very, very large around the middle, but suddenly I was thin again!

Draco put his arms around me and whispered, “I love you.” I grunted back because I was too tired to say anything. I fell asleep in his arms.

Then Dumbldore came and wrecked the moment. I had the baby (Jonathan William Malfoy (where do I get these names?)) thrust gently at me and somehow I was apparated back to the Hospital Wing where there were a gazillion nurses and teachers buzzing around like they were waiting for me. Strange. Draco tried to get up but I pulled his arms back around me and he lay back down. I went back to sleep. I was tired! I couldn’t help it! When I woke up, my baby wasn’t in my arms but Draco still had his around me. He was asleep when I turned my head to look at him. I could feel his light breathing on the back of my neck. I smiled and ruffled his hair and he woke up and smiled back. He looked over me for Jonathan and couldn’t find him.

“Where is he?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered. I’d been too tired to care. Now I was fully awake and really quite worried. I lifted my head and looked around. I saw a cart with thin plastic tubes sticking out over the sides. I knew what was in that cart and I was scared.

“He’s right there,” I said faintly. “Could you - could you make sure?”

He got up and checked. It was. He said that there was so many tubes he couldn’t really see but he was pretty sure. He said I wasn’t to worry and he came back and lay beside me again.

Not to worry? What? What was wrong with him? Even asleep I would worry about it! Men are so unintelligent sometimes!

So I got up and opened a little hole in the tubes. I stuck my finger in and Jonathan grabbed it! I looked over at Draco and nodded. I was smiling from ear to ear. Draco got up and came to the other side and did the same. The baby’s other hand found his finger. It stuck his in its mouth and sucked. I wiped a tear off of Draco’s cheek and asked why he was crying. He turned away and sniffled.

“Because I never thought that this would happen” he held my hand to his cheek and closed his eyes. I let him have that moment. He smiled and after a moment or two he kissed my hand. “Thank you so much.”

“Draco, we need a way to get Jonathan out of here. If he is going to serve Voldemort, he can’t be brought up here. I’m also a Gryffindor and you’re a Slytherin. I don’t know if that presents a problem…”

Draco looked into all the tubes at Jonathan. “Well, that kind of does... Voldemort could...”

“To many sensors,” I reminded him.

Dreams do strange things to often-bad people.

“Hello, Professor Dumbldore,” Draco said.

He nodded to him but came up to talk to me. He pulled me aside and asked me to go to his office.

So I went to his office. Prof. McGunagall was there and so was Snape. Dumbldore came in behind me and asked me to sit in the chair facing him. He sat behind the desk and looked into my eyes. He looked away first and said, “Did he force you?”

What? “What?”

“To have that baby.”

“No, I wanted to.”

“We have taken Jonathan away to be raised in a substitute parent’s household. We-.”

I interrupted him. “Wait. This is my baby so you don’t get to call the shots here, buddy!” I was half way out of my seat when I felt a restraining hand on my shoulder. Lucius Malfoy looked at me in a way that said Be quiet, I’ll handle this.

I nodded and grimaced.

He stepped forward. “Sir,” he said in a silky voice. “May I please have the baby. We, Narcissa and I, will not let it near ether of these irresponsible children or Voldemort.”

“Lucius,” Dumbldore said sharply. “I’m sorry, but with your background, I cannot permit you to handle this baby. Not this baby”

Now I was really mad and didn’t care if the greatest wizard was right behind me.

“Well if you took Jonathan in the time that it took me to get up here, where’s Draco?” I challenged. “And, more importantly, who is taking care of Jonathan?”

“Draco is being talked to right now in the dungeons. The family that the baby will grow up with is that of Ronald Weasly,” said Dumbldore quietly.

I was practically gapping at him. But Ron was like Harry Potter’s best friend! This could so not be happening.

“Can I see Jonathan one last time?” I asked innocently. Lucius knew what I was doing though and he knew that I knew. The hand on my shoulder tightened ever so slightly only to tell me so.

“Yes but a ministry official will be there and Mr. Malfoy will not. Draco Malfoy will be permitted though,” Dumbldore was saying this mostly to Lucius more than me.

The “last” time I saw Jonathan, I finally got to use the special skills that Narcissa had taught me when we had time on our hands. See what had ended up happening was they “branded” both myself and Draco in one sitting. It was invisible except for the complex spell that Voldemort had taught me. If we said one thing, we could call together our family.

The room was heated so badly that I was sweating by the time I had crossed even the threshold. I saw my baby, and, I believe, motherly instincts overcame me. I was crying so hard that I turned to take a minute outside. Just my luck, I turned smack into Ms. Weasly. We glared at each other for a long moment. Then I said,

“Take care of him, Ms. Weasly. Make me proud of him.” She practically squeezed the life out of my own self, she hugged me so hard.

Then I saw Draco. He looked as I had never seen him before. There was a cold, calm icy-ness about him and he gave Ms. Weasly a once-over with a regal, haughty look. The room had cooled down noticeably once he had entered.

I went over to my little Jonathan, and, this time, he had no wires or tubes hazardously placed upon his body. He was gurgling happily and the room seemed to warm a little.

I picked up my only bundle of joy and kissed his little rosy nose. He was perfect. I was smiling, I was ecstatic. Being a mother was one of the best things in my life.

Draco came over and looked over my shoulder. Something didn’t feel right and I knew from how Voldemort had described, Draco was under the imperious curse. His eyes were blurry around the edges one of the most common signs.

Dumbldore was just entering the room and when I saw that he had seen Draco, his lips curled into a small satisfied smile. Then I saw something that made my blood go cold. Harry Potter (not the Harry Potter from earlier in the dream when I was him) was standing inside the door. This was scheduled as a private visit! How dare they!

I looked at him and, in a stiff, ridged voice, “This is a private visit. Leave.”

Mr. Potter’s smile seemed almost to melt from his face. He started forward, but Dumbldore’s hand shot to his shoulder, restraining him.

“Let nothing she will say blunt the intelligence I trust in you.” Said he.

“What?” I countered. “Will you listen to the one who will not look you even in the face? I want some time alone with my child and his father. Please, just go.” (a very inspiring speech I thought).

“Mr. Potter will not be going anywhere,” Dumbldore said. “He is here to help me and make sure that you and Mr. Draco Malfoy will not be doing anything that I would not approve of.”

“Kill him,” I said under my breath. Draco looked at me for a fraction of a second, I guess trying to decide if I was just being stressed or if I meant it.

I nodded and he knew that I was serious. He turned on the spot and said, “Perfictus Totallus!” Well, actually, he just looked at Mr. Potter and said it. Mr. Potter’s eyes were closed when Draco said this and as the blood drained out of his face, he looked really and truly dead. This was a fool proof method we had thought up before this little meeting. This way, we would also be assured to the fact that, if called upon by Versum, he would not remember this incident. If his wand was to be checked, there would be no history of a curse.

Dumbldore had his wand out before Mr. Potter hit the floor. Before I could put down the baby, Draco was on his knees, Dumbldore’s want at his throat. Dumbldore’s blue eyes were blazing, and even I was scared. He looked ready to kill. Besides, Mr. Potter had never been all that good with Oclumancy.

Draco closed his eyes, looking like defeat had set upon his conscience. Suddenly, Dumbldore dropped and Draco caught him and set him on the ground harshly and kicked him. I rolled my eyes. We cremated Mr. Potter’s body so that when they came looking, they wouldn’t be able to find any evidence. We Apparated Dumbldore’s body to the middle of the haunted forest. No one would look for him for awhile. They would just assume that he had gone on Ministry business.

He, as soon as Mr. Potter was dead, gave up that indescribable look of being imperioused. When he looked at me full on for the first time during this little gathering, there was a look of a male who has just gone on the kill. There was a cold distance in his eyes, they had almost misted over with the hunters lust. They scared me.

I picked up Jonathan and backed away, always keeping myself between him and my baby. He lunged at me and somehow we ended up in a way where he had the baby.

“Give him back, Draco,” my voice was trembling, but I was trying as hard as I could to keep it even. “Just give him to me and-.”

I never got to finish that thought because he gently laid the baby down where it was originally was it a plush, deep red fluffy cushioned crib. Then he looked at me. I could feel my eyes go wide as we held each others gaze. He walked around the crib and started to approach me where I was standing about a foot off the wall in shadow. Again he lunged and caught my wrists. His body slammed into mine and he pushed me onto the wall. He held my arms over my head against the wall and kissed me roughly. He pushed his body into mine and, while one hand was still over our heads, the other hand gently caressed the back of my neck.

He was so confusing! He was being so rough and gentle at the same time. I was crying and wondered why he was doing this. This had not been part of anyone’s plans. At least not as far as I had been informed.

That was when I happened to remember that although Dumbldore was now dead, a spell like this wasn’t lifted. I looked around for my wand, and saw it lying abandoned beside Jonathan’s crib. I pushed him with my body and he yielded enough to step back into the light while still kissing me on the lips and throat. Both hands were around my waist now so my arms and hands were free. I guided him towards the crib and when I was about to grab that wand, his hand came out of nowhere and smacked it down on the wand before I could get a grip on it.

He stepped back and held the wand to my throat. Stand off. Both our chests were heaving and we were glaring at each other. I had silent tears streaming down my face.

“Who are you?” I asked. He seemed almost to deflate right there. He handed me the wand and I put the counter-charm on him. His eyes cleared and sharpened again, and he was the Draco I knew. But I wasn’t sure so I backed away when he tried to come near me. His eyes went wide when he figured out why I had not come to him. He turned from me and started for the door. He was half way across the room when I had gathered myself enough to let myself come together again with him.

“Wait,” I said in an incredibly small voice. But he turned around and looked at me with such sadness and anguish at what he had done. I smiled tentatively, and I walked to him. I stood before him for a moment, looking, searching for something of the Draco that had so roughly attacked me and my child. I didn’t see anything and was overjoyed inside.

And then I fell into his arms, his strong arms that would always shield me and protect me. I could hear him sobbing and felt his body being wracked with the sobs. He held me as if he never wanted to let me go. We stayed like that for maybe three minutes, just us.

“Draco,” I said soothingly, stroking his hair. “Its over, its over.”

He kept shaking his head and sobbing into my shoulder and neck. This time we shared tender kisses and hugs.

Then Jonathan began to cry. This jolted us back into reality and we realized we had only hours to finish the job.

When Dumbldore had put all the charms on this room, such as the anti-Apparating charm, Professor Snape had also put charms on the room...and anti-charms. He reversed the anti-Apparating charm as to let us get not only Jonathan away, but ourselves also. Once they found us without Jonathan, they would know, so we decided that we would all have to go. Whatever Death Eater was around would give us the lessons we missed from Hogwarts. We would just fade ourselves back into the everyday again in about a week. This would be harder for Draco than myself because of his reputation, and Pansy Parkinson always hanging around.

Draco picked up the baby, while I went to the farthest, darkest corner of the room.

I said:

“Some of us, by night, to that place escape, forever immortal. We do our duty, we give thanks, to the Master of all. Lead away and embrace and love Jonathan. Hide him, give him courage, hold him as your own. Teach him in comfort and for us teach him his duties. Hurry, the ring that I have placed, is not forever. Come near to this place, and let my son return home to the one Master. Let us also return to our home, to the true Master. Lead us to the home of the Master Draco Malfoy and his Mistress, and their son. And finally, We need to cease to exist. It is all over for him here. Let us pass.

Nonnulli e nos noctu illus fugae in perpetuum immortalis.

Nos officium agree, nos gratias agere, ad dominus e omnis.

Abductus ac amplector ac amere Jonathan.

Celus hunc ac, tradere fortitude, teneo illum tamquam tui.

Docere hunc a solacium ac docere illus hunc gratias agere.

Festino, tintinno teneo ego, in perpetuum haud.

Approqinquavi illum, ac permittere ipse filius domum redire ad primus dominus.

Permittere nos quoque domum nostra redire, ad quo germanus dominus.

Abductus nos ad quo domus e quo Draco Malfoy / ac hic domina ac eis filius.

Ac denique, nos requiere desino esse exstare.

Actum est de nobis hic.

Permittere nos preatermittere.”

A black hole of space appeared in the corner. I waited for Draco and Jonathan and together we all stepped through the blackness, straight into Narcissa’s arms.

She gently took the baby and from Draco and gave it to Lucius. Then she held her only son close for a long time. When she had let go of him, she came and hugged me for just as long, as I was part of her family now. After we had separated, she quickly said,

“Come, we cannot stay here for long. The muggles will have seen the bright edges of the mist.” She looked at me meaningful.

“Sorry! I wasn’t ever taught to do it the other way!” I said defensively.

She smiled and ushered us into a similar mist that faded off into a black not gold nothing. Inside it was cold and I felt Draco’s arm slide around my shoulders. When we stepped through onto grass, we were soaked through and shivering. In the extremely heavy mist, I could see everyone was performing drying charms on each other. Lucius dried Draco and Narcissa dried me. She was holding Jonathan close to her breast to keep him as warm as possible. We started walking, 4 in a line: Lucius, Draco, me, and Narcissa.

Suddenly, Narcissa started to weave into me as she walked over a bridge. I looked over at her, and she had Jonathan clutched tightly in her arms. He was wiggling and squirming to be free and started to cry as I watched.

Draco nudged me and Lucius cleared his throat meaningfully. I had to make Jonathan be quiet. I tried to subtly take Jonathan from Narcissa, but she clasped him to her in a death grip. She stopped to pull him away from me. Draco and Lucius disappeared ahead into the mist. I tried to take him out of her arms gently, but the harder I tried, the more I could see her squeezing him and the more uncomfortable I could see Jonathan was getting. Finally I whispered firmly, “Narcissa, give him to me.”

“No! He’s mine!,” she shouted loudly. I shushed her quietly. “NO! I won’t give him to anyone but my good friend, Professor Dumbldore!“

Dumbldore? Good friend? Who screwed with her mind!?!

“You surly mean me, don’t you?” I asked, prompting her.

“No, I mean the one who You-Know-Who fears most!” she said to me in an angry voice. You-Know-Who? She wasn’t supposed to refer to The Dark Lord as You-Know-Who. I had a hunch and asked her to look at me full on. For some reason, she did, and I could see her eyes were hazy gray around the edges. She was imperioused.

(Twice in 5 hours. They really throw it on strong!)

Draco and Lucius appeared out of the mist, coming at a run. Draco got there first and, out of breath (which was very sexy by the way), and asked, “What happened? Why weren’t you behind us?”

“I’m supposed to be behind you?” I said indignantly.

“Well, no!” he said quickly. He smiled at me and I rolled my eyes.

“What happened?” Lucius came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. Narcissa noticed and said,

“Oh, you’re a husband-stealer!” she snared.

I said, “What are-?”

She interrupted me and said like it was obvious, “I see you getting all cozy with my son, and now you’re getting snug with my husband also!”

“Huh?” I was so confused. Lucius quickly realized his mistake and removed his hand from my shoulder.

“Don’t ‘huh’ me, young lady! You now have had a baby by my son, and how far have you gotten with my husband, you little slut!?! I wouldn’t say anything stupid, bitch! I could easily drown him by letting go.” She held Jonathan over the water.

“You know,” she continued. “Lucius doesn’t really like you. You’re an annoying little brat who is getting on everyone’s nerves. I don’t think you are fit to be a mother. You are irresponsible and immature. You are juvenile, untrained. You are no good at all for Draco, and I can say that because he is my son and I have known him for a lot longer than you, my dear.”

I couldn’t believe it! Is this seriously what they thought of me?

“I’m not done. Draco doesn’t think of you as anything more than an object to please him.”

Draco went first degree red. I glared at him.

“Mind you, he does enjoy it, so you must be good for something. When you were at Hogwarts, did you sleep around? I know you are in the Gryffindor house, so did you maybe even get a chance to sleep with Mr. Potter? And Mr. Weasly? Ha! Or did you have something with -,” She said. She was taunting me and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Shut up!” I yelled. She let go of Jonathan and caught him by the butt of his footed baby PJ’s. Draco and Lucius both lunged to catch him, but I stayed where I was because I knew that although Narcissa might be imperioused, motherly instincts would win over. I hoped.

Narcissa laughed and shook Jonathan. He was crying loudly by this time and I leaned over the water, crooning to him softly, trying to quiet him.

“Ha! That is not how to make a baby shut up. This is how,” she proceeded to lay him face down over the bridge railing, and spanked him 3 times in quick secession.

I placed my hand firmly on Jonathan’s front to steady him and resolutely pulled him away from her. She wasn’t holding on all that hard and only with a little extra tug, he came loose.

I hugged him tightly to me, kissing him and felt his pants. He had pooped in his diaper. I had put a spell on the diaper that would automatically clean up and vanish any bathroom issues we would have because I thought we would be moving fast.

I started to walk off a little ways, but Lucius stopped me. He said that he would give the destination to Draco, and take Narcissa ahead. He said that he was very sorry for what she had said, and that none of it was true: everyone loved me. I gave him a small, dry smile and thanked him.

Though the mist, I could see Draco still, so I turned my back so I couldn’t see him. I played with Jonathan’s rosy little nose for a minute, and I was getting him to giggle as babies do.

I could sense Draco coming up behind me and when he rested his hands on my hips, I stiffened. He buried his face in the back of my neck and I could feel his silky white hair on my skin. I also felt moistness on the back of my neck, so I turned around.

Draco hid his face in his hand for a minute and just wept. I waited for 5 minutes, for him to collect himself, then asked, “An object of pleasure that you enjoy? I’m glad you ‘enjoy’ it, Mr. Malfoy.”

“No, I didn’t say that to her-,” he started, startled by my referring to him as Mr. Malfoy instead of Draco.

“But you’re not denying it. Who’d you tell? I’ll bet it was Pansy Parkinson, wasn’t it.” I scoffed in disgust.

“No, you don’t understand...,” he started.

“Understand?” I said furiously. “What is there to understand? It seems pretty simple to me.” I glared at him. “If I don’t understand, then you tell me.”

“I told Pansy Parkinson that I wanted her to stop hanging on me the way she does, and I guess she told my mother something more like I find you more pleasure-ful than her. I don’t know, I swear!”

I couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth, so I gave him a good, hard look. His eyes were pleading with mine and I had to relent. I took his hand in mine and he kissed it, thanking me silently.

“C’mon,” he said softly. “We should probably go.”

“Wait!” I said pulling on his hand. He turned around, looking just a little impatient. “We have to check Jonathan for a tracking devise. Please.” I added.

We quickly scanned his body and found three different devises tucked in his hair, in his diaper, and sewn into his shirt. We disposed of these and ran to the waiting port hole, Draco holding the baby, and me right beside my love and my Jonathan.

Through the port hole and we were in a richly furnished room. Voldemort himself honored us with his presence. He reached for the baby and Draco placed him gently in his arms. I was afraid Jonathan would see Voldemort and start to cry, thus insulting The Dark Lord, but when Jonathan looked upon Voldemort’s face, he started to laugh, a high, pleasant laugh, of one so innocent, one who knew no evil in the world.

Voldemort also laughed. “He is a sweet baby. What have you named him?”

Draco answered quickly, “Jonathan William Malfoy, My Lord. Unless you have something else that would please you more?”

“No, Draco, I think I like Jonathan William Malfoy.”

He asked for all but Draco, Narcissa, Lucius, and myself to leave the room. Narcissa and I glared at each other.

“What made you two so late?” I couldn’t tell if the question was directed at me or Draco, so we started at the same time.

“Because Narcissa was-“ I started.

“We had an inter-family mishap-“ Draco started.

Lucius talked then, which did quiet us, as good children.

“My Lord,” he said softly, in a voice that plainly said, blame me not the children. “Narcissa was imperioused. She started to mishandle the baby, and she said some irreversible things to her.” He gestured at me.

Narcissa started to interrupt, but Voldemort held up a hand, which meant that his wouldn’t accept interruptions.