"Draco, Dumbledore was an advocate for mudbloods! Your father and I might not have been comfortable with the Dark Lord’s methods, but we have always approved of his essential goal." Draco recoiled, and stood stiffly. His blood thrummed loud and hot in his ears, and he looked at his mother and saw only Narcissa Malfoy. The memory-mother of his childhood – that rose-tinted glasses view of the past Draco had clung to, was just...gone. Obliterated.