But then the snatchers twisted her arm as they reached the ornate front doors, and she cried out in pain. And suddenly the beauty of it all was gone and in its stead was terror. Because this was it. They had lost. The hex she had managed to send Harry’s way to disfigure him would heal eventually and with no wand to renew it and no chance of escape, it was only a matter of time until his identity would be revealed. They had failed.