"The Dark Lord has no quarrel with children, Draco." She sat there, trying to appear serenely self-confident, but Draco could see the same doubt and fear and denial rippling over her face that he had felt when he had been a Death Eater. She knew fucking better than that, she just chose to deny it. Pretend it didn’t happen. Draco’s skin felt stretched and tight around his eyes and his voice shook as he thought of what the Dark Lord did with children. Remembered what he did, pictures clear in his head. Too clear, and guilt swamped him like acid and regret.