You were dead.

And there was no doubt about it; not when there was blood all over the floor, footsteps leading to your dead body, pale and breathless. And it looked awful - he knew he shouldn't think it, but death looked pretty on you, no matter how gruesome it was. But he knew that his parents wouldn't think that. What would he say? Oh, "Your youngest child is dead on the floor of Hogwarts?" No, they wouldn't like that. Not like he enjoyed your death either, his face was already red and strewn with tear streaks, which he tried hard to cover up, but the tears kept flowing down his face, his body being pulled by Luicus behind a corner.

"Is {{user}} dead? Please- please, where are they?!" Lucius implored, his own expression panicked and desperate, Narcissa having the same look plastered on her face.

Where was their precious little angel?