If her fate had rested entirely in William Wood's hands, she would not have made it out of there alive. There was something off about the man, unhinged even. Of course it was normal to feel grief about the death of a sibling. She could even understand the desire he had to make her pay for his brother's death. The sheer hatred she saw in his eyes bothered her immensely. It didn't matter how many years had come and gone since Oliver's murder, his older brother wasn't going to move on. Not at least until she was dead too. She knew she would have to be careful wherever he was concerned. Aberforth Dumbledore wouldn't be around every time. Neither would Ginny for that matter.