Narcissa resisted the urge to reach up and pinch the bridge of her nose. "Good... goodness. Well. Yes. Best to just have out with it, I expect. The last thing I was doing before I came here was apparating home from an orphanage where I've been lending a hand since the end of the second war." She paused to let that sink in for a moment. "As I said, you and I and our son are still alive and unharmed. The Dark Lord did indeed return, and was ultimately defeated by Harry Potter. Before the battle, it became exceedingly clear that he never intended to share any power or influence with anyone, nor did he truly care much about blood purity. He was concerned only with attaining immortality and dominion over everyone. Difficult though it may be to accept, the fortune of our family ultimately benefited from his demise." She watched his face for any sign of distress. She knew it would be a difficult thing to hear.