"Indeed," Narcissa says, wrapping the tails of the whip around one slender wrist. Casually she snaps it over heads of the two murderers. "But he wasn’t the Dark Lord then. He was a little human boy who wanted to never die. So Lucius granted his wish – he’ll never die, but nor can he walk the world of the living, since he isn’t alive." She laughs uproariously, as though that’s a huge joke.