The place was wrecked. Furniture was upturned, a bookcase had been cracked in half and lay askew against a Wizarding Wireless set in the corner of the room. A cool breeze blew around fragments of the Daily Prophet, and an article covering the birth of another Heir of Voldemort. Harry recognised Cho Chang's face in the moving snippet of paper, lifeless eyes presenting her baby for the photo session. Harry kicked at it with his boot.