"Finish your meal." Severin demanded, chewing a piece of his steak. "I will say this one more time  —  one last time. It’s not the war that will be the death of you. It won’t be me, either, even though you want to believe it so bad  —  and it won’t be the Dark Lord." The old man paused, bringing the wine glass to his lips. "It will be Draco Malfoy and your foolish love for him. Mark my words."