"No, what are you doing, Bella?" Her voice was icy. "First you insist that this insignificant witch stole our mother’s betrothal bracelet and then you demand we disturb the Dark Lord without ensuring that this truly is Harry Potter? I will not risk the lives of my husband and child by falling for another trick." Narcissa Malfoy would have made a wonderful general. Or lawyer. Because for a moment, it truly seemed like her sister would relent and listen to her.