Draco snapped his fingers and a gray wisp disappeared out of the room, informing a house elf to bring the cognac.
"Such business deserves a fine cognac, I find it easier to stomach bad news that way," he handed Severus the drink and offered a toast to their mutual well-being before Snape explained.
Draco's face went ashen. His thoughts went immediately to the twins. This wasn't the world they were supposed to grow up in.
"I-," he stammered as his imagination was invaded by the thought of Voldemort standing over a pregnant Astoria. "Wow. That's a game changer."
He took a rather unacceptable long draw of the cognac. "I'm not sure where we would go. The family has some property abroad. But nothing that's better protected than the Manor or that could be made so in such short time." He arched an eyebrow. "I assume we should act as if we don't have much time."