"Regulus?" Narcissa asked. "Regulus Black?" She paled. Her stupid cousin, so eager to prove himself and then he'd turned traitor. She'd been horrified at the time, smothered her grief under her outrage, and put him aside until Draco had started walking down the selfsame path.
"Where is he?" she asked him, voice low, hardened to urgency. She was the only person left with any influence over him. "He's come back too? From the same time?" Her hands gripped Draco's arms. "If this isn't isolated ..." She pulled away, utterly bewildered but not showing it.
"I know a lot more about Dark Magic than you do, Draco," she said. "And there is no spell that brings back the dead. This ought to be impossible, and yet Lucius isn't just an imitation. And if it's happened to him, and to Regulus, then you're right, it must be happening to others." But was it happening only to former Death Eaters?