"If you continue to reveal nothing, he may aid you." Narcissa implored, handing her a cup of tea.

"What does he expect? I can't control what I've Seen."

"But surely pivital moments-"

"I mentioned those American towers falling in three years!"

"Pivital moments in Wizarding history."

She shrugged, discreetly vanishing the Veritaserum-laced drink, "Who decides what's pivital?"

"The Dark Lord."

Gray eyes peered into her soul. "You have natural Occlumency shields like I've never seen before. But if you say nothing...he will break them, and you."

"...I'll see what I can do."