Narcissa’s fear was not that Potter—correction: not that Harry Potter, Lord Potter, Lord Malfoy and Lord Nott—had lied to her this morning. Draco’s letters home had given no hint that Harry Potter was like Millicent Bagnold and Albus Dumbledore, who each could look you in the eyes and lie smoothly. No, if Harry Potter the not-liar had told Narcissa that he and his team had killed the Dark Lord and all the Death Eaters, then Narcissa was sure that Potter believed that this was what had happened.