She slowly raised her wand, an ominous red glow painting its tip, and pointed it at Petunia’s quivering form. Petunia cried and begged desperately for her life but Ashley was numb to it all. The Potter Heiress was remembering every insult, every punishment, every hit she’d been forced to take. The memories only strengthened her resolve, that her darling relatives deserved no mercy at her hand. Unbeknownst to her, she had gained an audience comprised of Tom and his inner circle (minus Lucius and Snape, of course) during her speech. The newly-freed Lestranges nearly hexed the girl on instinct but refrained from doing so once they noticed that their Lord didn’t see her as a threat. Instead, they watched on in fascination, the younger of the three more interested by a degree.