"Yes, Sir," she said softly.  She could flee.  Her parents had a cottage in Kent she would probably be safe enough at, and she doubted after her Obliviate charm if they even knew they had it.  She could try to find Harry and Ron, who had resumed their hunt for horcruxes by now – but she didn’t want to.   She felt tears well in her eyes at the thought of leaving them.  She wanted to look at Narcissa, to find reassurance in the beautiful eyes of her new mistress.