And then it hit her. She felt like she had been stabbed. The gravity of what she was doing finally sunk in. She wouldn’t just be ridding Lucius’ mind of his dishonorable actions and unscrupulous Death Eater connections; no, she would also be taking away his knowledge of having a son. He would not exist in his mind, not with him also being a Death Eater. But then, would it even matter? She would also be taking away Draco’s knowledge of who his father was. The pain of losing her parents, not physically, but mentally was suddenly magnified. And here she was, inflicting this same anguish on the woman and men before her. She felt his hand beneath hers and it was then that she realized they were human too. Despicable beings, but human nonetheless.