"Are you sure, Hermione?" Hermione glanced at Narcissa, staring down through the trapdoor opening into the dim cellar with hungry eyes, unable to hide her emotions anymore it seemed. Narcissa had accepted her current situation with cold resignation so far rather than lashing out, and Hermione didn’t think there was any chance she would start being difficult now. She just wanted to see for herself that her son was alive and unharmed.