The house looked unremarkable, like every other house on the street. Cars in the driveway, a table, and a chair in the garden. She didn’t see any signs of children, no toys littering the ground or swings in the trees. Unremarkable, that is if one ignored the floating Dark Mark above the house. The wards had been hiding it from view from pedestrians and nosey neighbors. She couldn’t imagine there was a single muggle with the willpower and determination to cross those wards. She had barely managed it and that was with the knowledge that she would be safe on the other side. Because she had trusted Draco when he had told her she would be. She hadn’t even questioned him. 