She recalled the night they spoke about the Dark Lord dying. He'd been more upset than she could remember when he spoke of how their master resorted to truly Dark magic to keep himself alive. Though one to utilize Dark magic to suit his own purposes, what the Dark Lord asked him to do was much worse. What had he done? What was so terrible that he'd been on the verge of bursting out into tears over their kitchen table just thinking about it again? She couldn't remember ever seeing her husband so undone.