It was so much worse than she could have ever imagined. The night Antonin complained about the smell, she thought he'd been overdramatic. He'd always been the sort of person to enter their home when the rubbish bin was fuller than it should've been to complain that the entire house reeked. Every tiny smell seemed to set him off. When she was pregnant with Oliver, her sensitivity to smells wasn't nearly as strong as his. But, the moment she stepped into the room where the Dark Lord was quite literally rotting away, she knew there had been no exaggeration on her husband's part. She could feel the sandwich she'd quickly devoured in the Ministry canteen begin to swirl around her stomach.