"Don’t be shy, sweetie. Come over." She crooned, taking Draco’s hand in hers to tug him towards Harry. She guided him to his knees, her hand resting on his shoulder, but unlike his father’s, her touch didn’t seem to have been a gesture of comfort. Instead, it radiated control and barely contained rage. "Now, if this isn’t who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he will kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure."