*The wards tell her they have visitors, but Narcissa knows only two types can enter the grounds without Lucius or herself allowing it; family and... comrades, or Ministry officials. The former seldom knock, and irritation washes through her as the sound of brass on oak echoes through her home.

Buttoning her son's romper to his chin, she scoops him up into her arms where he gleefully grabs a fistful of her hair. Swiftly traversing the halls to her husband's study, she steps inside quietly, Draco's happy burbling the only fanfare for her entrance.*

We have uninvited guests.

*She knows she needn't say more.*