On the fourth night, it happened. The alarms signalling that someone had broken through their wards. The explosion. They were asleep and barely had time to open their eyes and look around frantically for their wands before a team of at least twenty Aurors blasted their bedroom door open and immobilised them. Among them, an eerily familiar figure. From another planet. From their deepest, darkest nightmare. A woman with pale skin, dark hair, and cold eyes. She wasn’t wearing her flimsy mask this time, but it was impossible not to recognize her. Draco’s psychotic cousin from the island.