"Of course," Harry replied icily. "Tom still has use for you. I won't deny him a pawn if it's in my power to save him. Not without good reason," he added, remembering the day the pureblood had whittled on the ground, in the throes of the Cruciatus for attacking him. From the terror in the other's gaze, the Lord was able to recall that moment vividly. The young man then turned towards Narcissa. He could see the wheels turning in her head. "I forbid you from telling your son what you have learned tonight: no hints, no advice, no guidance. I respect you, Lady Malfoy, but you will not sic your child at me to gain political influence. Frankly, Draco and I will more likely be at each other's throats than work together. So, I would be grateful if you could spare us that particular experience."