"Is that so, Lord Malfoy?" Now walking towards him, I continued, "I will agree to my blood test, a potion that was created by the Ministry several centuries ago. At the behest of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, no less, to determine illegitimate claims. Was correct. Based on the potion, it does in fact determine that I am a muggleborn, or mudblood in your terms." Stopping in front of him, I stared at him. The man who is not only a known member of Knights of Walpurgis, a follower of Voldemort. He was also a man who had lost both his wife and son. The man has lost everything, and he hadn’t even been there for it. I could tell by the panic around the edges of his eyes that he feared for the lack of control in his life now. 