‘Exactly,’ Ginny answered. ‘Well—they sent a couple of witches around to the hospital nearby. They gave the muggles the treatment but it seemed that they didn’t have Wizards Wheezes. It’s weird though. They had all the symptoms. High fever,’ she began to count on her fingers. ‘A chesty cough. Sore throat, basically a bad cold,’ Luna nodded to show that she understood. ‘But then more things started to happen,’ Ginny’s eyebrows joined as she spoke. ‘A hate of light. A swelling stomach and then terrible noises coming from within.’

‘Dad’s not very well, Luna. Sorry about the whole being trapped behind the fireplace thing,’ she began, placing the warm towel on Luna’s hand. ‘He’s gone a bit funny in the head,’ she muttered. ‘Not sure why. He’s been playing with that rubber duck for hours—after he boarded up the fireplace that is,’ she continued. ‘How’s your Dad, Luna?’ she added finally.

A voice from behind alerted Luna to cast a defensive spell and a curse recoiled from her. She pressed her back towards a tree nervously and looked in the direction that she had heard the curse pronounced from. Her eyes locked with those of a hooded man and she raised her mother’s wand in a defensive stance. She could see the Death Eater smile slightly below his robes.