"She gave me freedom." Jean looked up as Draco blocked the light from the hall, he stepped into the room and out of the doorway, almost hidden in the shadows. "My son showed you what Astoria did to me. But you didn't hear the words. She took my wand, the magic I had depended upon for the simplest tasks since I was a child, gone. And then she tore me down every chance she got as I struggled through the things you do every day without thinking about it. She told me I was worthless, useless, weak, that I was nothing without my magic and that I didn't deserve it, that I was unworthy of it." He sank back further into the shadows, his voice soft, "in a way she was right."