It wasn't either for either of them. There was still that deep part of Narcissa that believed her son deserved better. He should have had more of the good life like she and Lucius had grown up with. There was still the part of her that believed herself better than the likes of the Lupins. It was learning that she wasn't ever sure would truly take, but her son had a better chance than she. He was growing up in a different world. Maybe a new mindset the Malfoy and Black lines hadn't known.

She turned her hand over to lace their fingers together, squeezing her husband's hand. There would always be love, there.

"He's one of the craftiest people I know," Melinda agreed, chuckling. "He wouldn't be alive today if he wasn't. Be careful about him." Her voice was a gentle tease to her friend.