"So...your father used the Cruciatus Curse on you?" Narcissa’s voice was subdued and nervous, and her hands trembled as she folded them neatly in her lap. Draco ran the question through his head again, the sheer incongruity of having one’s mother have to ask that sort of thing making his mind tumble and spin. He wished he’d never come here. He had thought seeing his mother again would somehow miraculously fix the rents in their relationship, but instead it had only torn the rips further. Draco’s lips split into a humourless smile.