"Hogwash. I know for a fact that you still have ties to him," She pointed to his left arm, the twisted mass of angry red flesh there ensured it. Lestrange had tried to rekey the Dark Mark to himself with disastrous results. It had turned the Dark Mark into an open wound on the remaining Death Eaters, making hunting them much easier. A poultice made with platypus venom kept the pain at bay, and she knew the only supplier. "All I need is for you to take him a message. Tell him, I have what he wants, what he tried to get from Draco. If he wants it, he can come and get it. Give him this."  She pulled out a hand and dropped it on the table. "It’s a portkey."