I feel like an idiot. [ - is not the kid's name. Obvious. Severus pinches the bridge of his nose, hard, trying to distract the chemicals in his brain from pitching him past the point of no return. ]

Draco Malfoy. [ Deeep breath in and out. Quietly. ] He was still drawing on walls and throwing food when I saw him last. His parents, I thought-- their child.

What's worse? The idea that they let their baby do this, or the idea that they couldn't stop it? This war - if I can't keep children from this, why are we even bothering.