At half past two on the 31st August 1998 a mysterious figure appeared in Hogsmeade. Her dark hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed for ages and hung in dreadlocks around her sharpened, pale features. She looked around. Dementors at the gates of Hogwarts, Death Eaters all around. She drew the hood of her travelling cloak tight around her as a group of Death Eaters came down the road.

“Oi! Who are you? Looks like we caught one here boys!” cried one of the Death Eaters, obviously drunk.

She turned to them, “Look-at-your-list” she said. Staring him down.

“look, she’s feisty too.” He beckoned for the others to join him. “she’ll do well, bit young though”

“go on try and kill me” she said “let’s see what the Dark Lord says about that”

“What you trying to get done or something?” The other Death Eaters had joined him, had tried to catch her but their hands had burned.

“NO!!” cried one of the men behind him. “you touch her and you’re dead”

“Ah Travers, I see I don’t have to call him. What would he say?”

“Sorry” he bowed a low bow almost like a house-elf. “He’s had a bit much tonight”

“See that it doesn’t happen again. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am” replied Travers “anything for the Dark Lord.”

“take him away” she turned and entered the HogsHead Pub.

She entered and not one person was there except the barman, Aberforth Dumbledore.