Maybe he and his mother could find refuge elsewhere. Flee the country. Hide. And then Draco thought of how the Dark Lord had threatened to disfigure, torture, and then eventually kill his mother. He couldn’t risk it. He needed the Order’s protection. And as humiliating as this was, it was still better than... Draco steered his thoughts away from that, trying to forget everything except his anger. He didn’t want to remember. He couldn’t.