"Wipe that smirk off of your face Potter," Cecilia spat, taking the words out of Draco's mouth.

"Or what? You'll kill me like you've killed others? You'll torture me to the point of insanity?" Harry spoke, lowering his voice, "Or better yet, will you kill like I killed your mother last May?" Potter was writing his death sentence, more along the lines of saying it.

"...You..." she whispered.