From her I get a first-hand account of the changes that have been made to the security arrangements of the Death Eater safehouses since the Dark Lord found out that I'm still alive. As we wrap up this purely strategic part of our conversation, her blue eyes catch and hold my gaze. And then she thanks me. For saving her and her sister's life. She doesn't blame me for keeping my plan a secret for so long, nor does she see me as a traitor. Instead, she claims to be deeply indebted to me. I hate that notion and don't even remotely share it. So I just tell her that if anything, she needs to thank Saint Potter. Shortly thereafter I take my leave.