"M ruined, Granger," he slurred, staring forlornly down at the skull and snake branded into his skin. "Pureblood," he spat, laughing bitterly. "Nothing pure about that, is there?" he added, gesturing at the Dark Mark with his other hand. "Father talked about it as though it was the highest honour, and look what happened to him." He took another swig from the bottle. "He’s dead, Granger, and I’m branded for life."