"I can make no promises to you to that end," he said softly. "I believe if any of them would keep at least my presence a secret, it would be her. I would be obliged to lie to her regarding my reasons, of course, for wishing to avoid the others. Mind you, it would hardly be surprising that I did not wish to interact with the Lestranges, but there may be others. Whatever the case, I would not be so foolish as to tell her about you, or my alias, unless I knew for certain that I could trust her."

Narcissa Malfoy owed him, after all, one Unbreakable Vow. He took her hand away from her forehead and clasped it in both of his, trying not to consider what he had lost - Mozenrath, first and foremost now - and wondering if things between them would ever again be as they were on the Barge.

"If - if - I do this, we must agree to it. There can be no doubt that it is the best course of action, that this will be the way to survive here. But you must also be aware of the risks, whatever we choose. If there is more to what happened tonight than mere mischance and I am discovered without some forewarning, there is no coming back." No Death Toll. Game over.