"That was Theodore Nott Senior." His mother said darkly. "Your father’s sire." Will tried to look behind them to the woman his grandfather had just killed, only for his mother to cover his eyes. "Don’t look at her, you won’t sleep again without seeing it." She explained, pulling him to his feet. "Do you see this?" She asked, pointing around at the bodies that now littered the ground around them. "Can we leave now?"