A/N: And now for something a bit different...
~ With Me, Into The Dark ~
"What is that?" thirteen-year-old Draco Malfoy asked, pointing to a particular object that was tucked away on a high shelf in his friend's bedroom.
"It's a stuffed dragon with a top hat on," replied Gregory Goyle.
"Yes, I can see that. What I want to know is why do you have it?"
"His name is Mr. Dragon and I've had him since I was baby," Greg replied defensively. "My aunt Lilith made the hat."
Draco frowned over the revelation of this new bit of information.
"I didn't know you had an aunt," he said.
"Yeah, well, she's rotting in the same place as your aunt, so-"
"You shut up about my aunt!" Draco snapped, cutting Greg off. "Don't mention her ever again."
One of the rules of the Malfoy family was We Do Not Talk About Bellatrix, Especially To Anyone Outside This Family. And Draco was not about to break it.
As the tense, angry silence stretched out between the two friends, Draco could not help but wonder if the fact that Lilith was in Azkaban meant that she had also been a Death Eater, but he could not quite bring himself to voice the question. And besides, he figured Greg was probably too stupid to know the answer to that, anyway.
~end of scene~