The Fiendfyre cocktail exploded, and the door to the Burrow splintered apart with an almighty crash. Draco strode through the smoking entryway, jumping over pieces of wreckage. His Death Eaters, a contingent of highly trained assassins and mercenaries in Slytherin's employ, had already infiltrated the dwelling. It had not been an easy task – after all, Gryffindor was not without its own army – and outside, the battle between the triple alliance and its foe raged on.