Harry stared and stared, confused and worried by the reply. Worried less than he ought to have been, he thought. But, perhaps, just worried  enough  that he kept rolling the words around in his head. The spectral image of the person before him was lithe and tall, the perfect embodiment of a pure-blooded scion who would one day rise to the status of a matriarch; a Dark Lady like no other, a woman who would raise armies against the world.