It's madness. It's absolutely crazy and Draca knows it. This war that started so long ago is meant to be fought by them. She knows it. Her family expects it. The wizarding world expects it of Harry. But why are they doing it? Why would they give in to that?

"Do you think we could?"

She whispers it so softly, stealing furtive gazes around them. She's positive someone is going to hear this, that they're going to try and stop them, but it's an amazing thought that she can't help but truly wonder if they could make it happen.

"Do you think they wouldn't return me to my parents if they demanded it?"