Martha knew that everything had depended on Narcissa Malfoy being strong enough to lie to Voldemort in order to make him think that Harry was dead. She knew that in the end, for her it hadn't been about him, or his agenda; it had been about finding her son. But that still didn't mean that she trusted the woman as far as she could throw her.

Their options, however, were limited, and if someone knew something, there was every possibility that it actually would be her. He was right on this, and the prospect of not having to be hidden was an appealing one. Still, Martha didn't know if costs made it worth it.

Considering, Martha spoke. "I don't know, about this, Sev. I mean, I know why it would work, but if she's not from the end, if she's from... hell, before you made the unbreakable vow with her, she may ask you to do those things again. And you would, because you'd be worried about my safety." Wanting him to see the parallels that she had drawn for himself, she left it there for the moment.