"Okay, good. I'll see you later, then. Winky, can you take us back to the hospital?" The house-elf nodded and the two of them vanished. I tried to get back to sleep, but couldn't get myself to. Not while I saw how hurt Narcissa was. Would she have risked this if she had never known me? I thought about how much the world had changed since the war. I'm now married to a Slytherin, Bellatrix is an undead Lich eating Dementors, and the friend I thought I might marry someday hates me now.