Draco watched his daughter closely. Diana was truly her mother's child. She was skipping along the garden path, iridescent bubbles blossoming from her real wand, which she had received for her ninth birthday. She had made her own robes out of actual gossamer using a spell she had invented herself. Her hair flew free behind her as she skipped up to him.
"Daddy, will we ever see Mommy again?"
He paused a long time before answering her. "I'm afraid that you might get to see her before I do, sweetheart."