Narcissa only nodded when he said her name. She was lucky, she supposed, that he did not try to run at her, she wasn’t sure entirely what she’d do in that situation. Wandless, and the clothing he wore clearly spoke azkaban, but she had no idea how long he’d been there. Long enough, she supposed.
“I am Narcissa.” she said, soft tones as she moved closer to him, slowly, as one would approach a wounded animal. “It is… hard for me to explain this, and I don’t expect you to believe me. But there is a strange magic here, that pulls people from different times in their lives. I myself, came from August of 1998. You… you must be from the 80s, right? In your twenties?”
She shook her head when he asked about being freed. She had no power like that, and he hadn’t done it, even if he had, it wouldn’t have been subtle. “No, but there has been a surge of violent Death Eaters coming through the rift in magic, even rumors that he has shown up. They’d already kidnapped a bunch of people, which have been saved, but it’s not safe to stand out in the open area. Especially for the two of us. Come, It’s hard to believe, I know, but I can take you to the Potters.”