They were all dead now. Luna, his only living Malfoy relative and a genius with Magical Creature venoms, now gone at Rodolphus’ hands. Lavender Brown was torn apart by Greyback before Hermione eviscerated him. The Weasley Twins, the most brutal of her team, were taken out by a bomb. They’d loved leaving Death Eaters disembodied for Voldemort to find. And they had always booby-trapped them. Draco’s own Aunt Bella lost her arm to the trap they’d left on the remains of Rabastan LeStrange. He’d almost given himself away that time, so close to applause for Fred and George’s work that he put bloody crescents in his palms. Their code names had aptly been Chaos and Panic. Draco missed the late nights drinking fire whiskey with Hermione, Luna, Lavender and the twins in the safe house. The rest of the Order frowned on their methods, but Draco had considered them family. Their loss still cut deep.