She couldn’t remember the last time Draco had brought her here. Knockturn Alley had always been a dim, dark, grizzled place. She had never seen so many people smiling genuinely here, much less seen this many children about. It almost felt like Diagon Alley. Her visits had been infrequent over the years, and despite the length of time in between each one, Knockturn Alley never seemed to change--she realized with a turn of her stomach that Draco's murder of Harry had probably been the cause. Dumbledore and Harry gone. A new Dark Lord to rule meant no more hiding. No more restrictions.