"This!" Draco thrust his arm out – pale, smooth skin forever marred by the ugly Mark; horror and Dark magic infused into his very flesh. "This is what your protection got me!" Voice raw, cracking and shattering on the words, face twisted and dark with incoherent fury. "And this." Draco thrust out his other arm; the ugly stump with its ragged purple-red scars webbing over it. "This is your protection, mother? This was the best you could do?"