Just as she felt her hand stretch out to the desk, she ripped it back to her side. When she was on the run, she feared she would die without the potion. Maybe she almost had. Those first few days, few weeks were madness and misery. How she didn't get caught when she was in the midst of what she knew could only be withdrawal was a mystery. When she came back into consciousness inside a rundown, dingy flat with a frustrated and annoyed Kingsley Shacklebolt wiping her sweaty brow with a wet cloth and spooning broth in her mouth, part of her thought that she was dead. Heaven certainly wasn't her destination. She made a promise to the wizard before she was released from his care that she wouldn't ever allow herself to return to such a low spot again. There was no doubt in her mind that she owed the former auror a life debt. How she came to be found by him was still unclear. She hoped that one day she would be able to put the pieces of it all back together and perhaps even discover a way she could return the favor.