"He's trying to blame us for the deaths at St. Mungo's, though there is no crime in killing the non-living. He was one of the people who survived my sister's work, the cursed wound that would have slowly killed him and fought all attempts to be cured or healed. I removed his leg using the only non-Light spell that would work. Don't worry however, our solicitor is already working on this for us." Her hand traced her neck in a nervous gesture, and my mind was filled with a memory as our family's solicitor had come for payment to get Lucius out of Azkaban after the first war.