Branches snagged at her sleeves as she rushed by them, her breathing ragged as she lost sight of the house behind her. Still, she plunged forward relentlessly, without direction, until a rogue tree root sent her sprawling to the ground. She curled into a ball, waiting for the flashes of spellfire from the Snatchers to find her, for Greyback to sniff her out, but the woods remained quiet. 