That said, they let me off with a warning to not do anything that rash again. A request that I wholeheartedly agreed to, depending on the circumstances. The healer in me prevented me from sitting on the sidelines if a friend was in danger. Especially given my knowledge and experience, I should be able to have an upper hand most of the time. An upper hand that was slowly dwindling. Voldemort was slowly starting to realize what I am able to do. There was only so much more that I could use to keep him off his feet. One of those was a last resort. That is  one thing that I will not tell anyone who I do not trust. Seeing how this world reacts to magical creatures was horrifying and I needed to make changes before I could release that information.