Draco laughed, clearly delighted. "Hardly. I’m gray as a stormy night and we both know it. I’ve no more taste for the Dark Arts than necessity compels me, and I never have. If I did, I’d have challenged Potter for the Lordship of the House of Black within days of Sirius’’ death, my blood claim is more solid than Potter’s adoption ever was. But even then, before he took the Hallows – yes I know about that, I’m not a fool – he was Darker than I could have hoped to be. Sirius knew it, which is why he did what he did. The House of Black must have its toll, the ties to the Old Ways and the powers that fuel the legacy demand it. Between the two of you he knew one or the other would pay the tithe."