As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. But Harry couldn’t be missing, to be handed over to Voldemort at any time, for as long as Narcissa’s treatment would take. The moral blow to society at large would be devastating. Her eyes raked over the cell he’d been kept in; a large, comfortable-looking bed sat in one corner, with a small partitioned area she assumed contained a sink and toilet. It was surprisingly clean and roomy, and decidedly no worse than the dormitories at Hogwarts, and she quickly made up her mind. 