The night was dark and heavy around them as Draco and his father approached the small cottage. Yaxley and Snape were set to attack via the front door, Lucius and Draco would take the rear. The sea wind whipped their cloaks savagely, like it was trying to fend them off and protect the inhabitants of the cottage. Draco took a few steadying breaths as he watched the last of the lights flick off inside the house. 