A/N: The 'she' is Narcissa Malfoy and the 'he' is Lucius Malfoy.
She screams at him, in the darkness, and he screams back, disturbing the prisoner next to him.
Accusing, cursing, weeping. His wife talks of nothing but their son. He tries to look through the illusions and hallucinations, but it's so dark here, so grey.
It's raining, the day he escapes. And it's raining from the grey skies, in the clearing where he kneels in the mud and kisses the hem of the Dark Lord's robes.
And he offers his son, to appease the Dark Lord, and when he returns home, his son turns pale, and his wife screams at him.