"Death Eaters? Yes. I was brought here to help care for children taken in raids." His mother’s fine features contorted with distaste. "The so-called good and righteous Order of the Phoenix – ripping families apart." Had Draco sounded like that? No wonder despising him had been so easy for the Order members. Draco loved his mother – despite everything, he did still love her – and even so, he wanted to shake some fucking sense into her after that illogical, self-righteous little statement.