She used spells she knew would hurt people, Dark spells, ones they were only authorized to use in the direst of circumstances. Harry didn’t give her a second glance as they worked, giving her the impression that the Minister had cleared the use of these spells when he’d gone to talk to him before arriving at her flat. As one of the shadows nearly caught her in the arm, its invisible teeth gnashing furiously, she decided even if they didn’t have permission, she couldn’t care less. This was what it was like battling for one’s life—these were not Death Eaters or even werewolves, these were monsters. Real life monsters.