"Potter," Snape drawled, and Potter said nothing in return – just stood silently, although his hand flexed around his wand. Draco heard a stifled whimper from beside him, and remembered suddenly that this would be the first time Hermione had seen Draco’s dear Aunt Bella since Hermione had been tortured at the Manor. Merlin, that seemed a lifetime ago now to him. The psychotic witch was grinning – the expression lopsided and wrong, her eyes filled with cruel glee.