There was no opportunity to talk. Shouts of curses tore through the quiet night air. Light from spells illuminated the back garden. Everything happened so quickly that she couldn't even focus on who else might be out there with her, who might be on her side and who might be there to kill. It was evident almost immediately that one side was woefully outnumbered. A figure ran past her at full speed straight through the wards into her kitchen. She couldn't tell who it was. Her first instinct was to run inside, to protect her child. Unable to move even a single step forward, she was stopped by an arm wrapped tightly around her waist. The blast of a curse knocked Rodolphus off his feet, but she and her unexpected protector knew it wouldn't keep him down long.