She found Petunia’s file first and didn’t bother searching for Vernon’s. The Potter Heiress figured their cells were near each other, and she was right. Upon apparating outside of her aunt’s cell, she learned that her uncle was right next door. It made her job much easier. Even with the dim lighting the moonlight provided through the small cell window, she could see the dirty and disheveled states of her abusers. She would be lying if she said that the sight didn’t bring her a sense of sick satisfaction.