"We owe him a lot, we’re grateful for the legacy he left us. We haven’t forgotten that he allowed the Children of Salazar to exist, but you know, he wasn't exactly the friend we all wanted to have and he wasn’t even the ideal son. Does that burn his work?" Draco pulled down his tight sleeve, which had risen enough to reveal a piece of burned skin. "You tried to enter his room, didn’t you? I recognize the effect of the Fiendfyre. Good for you that you found the antidote before the Curse consumed you."