Narcissa couldn't help but feel sad for the witch sleeping peacefully under the effects of dreamless sleep potion and calming draught. She had been under the cruciatus quite frequently now a days. Her body had been frail since last year and spent much of it resting in her wing at Malfoy Manor. Her entire family destroyed in the attack at the Manor. The Dark Lord had become unhinged post the attack, and she feared for Draco's life. Thankfully he had been allowed to go back to Hogwarts. She would really love to flee Britain if she could with her only remaining family that she could still salvage. One way or another, Lucius was bound to perish, he was unrepentant in his actions and she really wished her son wouldn't be dragged into this mess.