The men try to move Fenrir and he fights back, managing to knock one down. Another comes up from behind and Fenrir is yanked back, a garrotte around his neck. He’s pushed to the ground, gasping desperately for air as the man pulls. A blinding flash of light cuts through the room and knocks back the man holding the garrotte. The other two men are similarly incapacited. Fenrir weakly rests on his knees, yanking away the cord that had been pressed against his larynx. He lifts his head and there she is: Marion Lestrange. 