"Yes, Sir." He clipped the leather leash to her collar but did not command her to crawl, so she did not.  He led her into the drawing room, which looked as though a bomb had gone off. An ornate chandelier was shattered in pieces on the floor. Draco was comforting a trembling Narcissa while Bellatrix fumed and shouted at the walls in rage.  Scorch marks marked the beautiful hardwood floors. She stared at the mess in utter astonishment.