No, she could not just kill anyone. It had to be them—the inner circle of the Dark Lord’s recruits. They were the ones responsible for the death of her parents and Ron—for the destruction of her soul. Her blood boiled with rage, and she whipped around to see Snape battling hard against none other than Rabastan Lestrange. Now how did one so close to the inner circle end up so far away from the one he was intended to protect? She turned her head just slightly to see that no one was advancing on her from behind and forced herself to Snape’s side, throwing a Confundus at Lestrange, hitting him right in the centre of his forehead.