"I know. I know, Draco, darling. But over the past week I've been talking to the Order members here, and – and been spending a lot of time thinking. I am so deeply sorry and I need you to believe that. Everything that has happened to you is my fault, or at least, the fault of your father and I, and – and..." Narcissa took a deep breath and steadied herself visibly, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief and then continuing in quiet, shaky tones, hands twisting together in her lap. "I need you to forgive me, Draco. You're my son. My only boy. You're all I have left to me now – now that your father -"