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"
She
is
no
niece
of
ours
,
my
Lord
,
"
she
cried
over
the
outpouring
of
mirth
.
"
We
--
Narcissa
and
I
--
have
never
set
eyes
on
our
sister
since
she
married
the
Mudblood
.
This
brat
has
nothing
to
do
with
either
of
us
,
nor
any
beast
she
marries
.
"
"
What
say
you
,
Draco
?
"
asked
Voldemort
,
and
though
his
voice
was
quiet
,
it
carried
clearly
through
the
catcalls
and
jeers
.
"
Will
you
babysit
the
cubs
?
"
The
hilarity
mounted
;
Draco
Malfoy
looked
in
terror
at
his
father
,
who
was
staring
down
into
his
own
lap
,
then
caught
his
mother
's
eye
.
She
shook
her
head
almost
imperceptibly
,
then
resumed
her
own
deadpan
stare
at
the
opposite
wall
.
"
Enough
,
"
said
Voldemort
,
stroking
the
angry
snake
.
"
Enough
.
"
And
the
laughter
died
at
once
.
"
Many
of
our
oldest
family
trees
become
a
little
diseased
over
time
,
"
he
said
as
Bellatrix
gazed
at
him
,
breathless
and
imploring
,
"
You
must
prune
yours
,
must
you
not
,
to
keep
it
healthy
?
Cut
away
those
parts
that
threaten
the
health
of
the
rest
.
"
"
Yes
,
my
Lord
,
"
whispered
Bellatrix
,
and
her
eyes
swam
with
tears
of
gratitude
again
.
"
At
the
first
chance
!
"
"
You
shall
have
it
,
"
said
Voldemort
.
"
And
in
your
family
,
so
in
the
world
...
we
shall
cut
away
the
cancer
that
infects
us
until
only
those
of
the
true
blood
remain
...
"
Voldemort
raised
Lucius
Malfoy
's
wand
,
pointed
it
directly
at
the
slowly
revolving
figure
suspended
over
the
table
,
and
gave
it
a
tiny
flick
.
The
figure
came
to
life
with
a
groan
and
began
to
struggle
against
invisible
bonds
.
"
Do
you
recognize
our
guest
,
Severus
?
"
asked
Voldemort
.
