He didn’t know what series of events took place over the last nine months that led her here. The brightest witch of their age was not meant to lay screaming and bloody on his drawing room floor. She was supposed to be out saving the world, and getting them out of the fucking mess they were in. The rest of the wizarding world might have thought Saint Potter to be their savior, but they’d be wrong. He was staring at their savior; cringing while his crazy aunt carved into her arm. He had always wanted to see her break, but not like this. This was not a game to be played by children.