Draco listened to Narcissa apologise in a hushed, tear-filled outpouring, and he didn’t know why, but each word felt like a slap in his face. "It was the Dark Lord, and betraying him by leaving would only – only have sealed our fates. Your father stayed loyal because of you – he stayed to try to safeguard you –" Draco extracted his hand forcibly from his mother’s grip, anger a seething mass in his chest.