Fenrir was pleased to see her awake. There was no sign that Kingsley Shacklebolt had been anywhere near the cottage. For the briefest of moments, she believed that she'd imagined his entire visit. What made more sense after all? That Kingsley would willingly enter the home of the monster that condemned his best friend to a lifetime of misery as a child or that she'd simply hallucinated his presence in the midst of her withdrawal? It wasn't until she said his name and Fenrir seemed reluctant to speak about him that she believed he'd actually been there.