"Well, do you remember the sort we were in class with? Those people reproduced, God help us. I don't fancy seeing what they brought into the world, honestly." He was imagining nothing good, frankly. And those were the current death eaters, he assumed? Good. That was just great. "There was a time when being a pure blood and a Slytherin meant something but I feel the value slips year on year. Quite tragic, really."

He says having missed many years being dead but he was a pessimist - he doubted it got better, only worse. He idly thought of Sirius and he knew he had to finally ask the question he'd been dreading to ask.

"How's my family?"