            "And you’re lying to yourself—to him," Lucius seethed. He began to stalk forward, stopping when she tightened the grip on her wand. "You haven’t even told Black all the things you did to bring him back. How you lost your friends, the risks with the ghost. The tether and what we did to achieve it. Dark magic lingers in all those books, those spells, and it doesn’t just go away. It seeps into your magic. Your mind. You will never be happy with someone who doesn’t know the real you."