 Memories from a century past played out in her mind’s eye everywhere she looked. She could see baby Lucio taking his first steps there in the foyer, where she’d been sitting on the carpet with Draco beside her, ignoring him and focusing only on her son, clapping at his success. She could see Draco pressing her against that particular window and ravaging her there. There was the old Apparition point through which Martin entered and left the manor, and which Pansy had used to exit the place for her leave. It threatened to make her head spin.