"He did what he had to do, Draco... I wish – I wish he could take it all back. So much. But of course, it’s too late, now." Narcissa swept slim white fingers beneath her eyes as if to swipe away tears although her eyes were dry, and shook her head. "It’s too late. I am so sorry, Draco. But if it hadn’t been your father, it would have been someone else. You know that. The Dark Lord would not be moved, no matter how much I pleaded. And I did, Draco, I swear to you I did."