The break came in the form of a huge case.

It was a case of a crazy magical wizard killing off squibs all around Australia and in two other nations including England and New Zealand . If I could prove the case against him in court then I would gain recognition across all three country of being the one who finally put 'behind bars' the most wanted wizard in the wizarding world, Royland Garrith aka the Mad Hater, crudely named for the way he would piece of the top portion of his victims head while they were still alive and then rape them after they were dead, man or female.

He was one fucked up creature. Many people told me that I was biting off more then I could chew with a case like this since the guy was completely mental. I had to admit in my gut I toyed with backing out, it being far too dangerous with Royland Garrith being the whacked out son of a wealthy broom making enterprise.

But I wanted that recognition, I wanted that case.

I had no idea what I was truly getting myself into.

It started with having an interview with guilty party and his lawyers. The father had made sure to higher one of the best ones for intimidation purposes so that when we met to settle the charges it would be down quick and quietly.

But I was a Gryffindor once, and the brightest witch of her age.

Faced with the demure aristocratic inbred pompous I felt some of that old fire come back, the determination.

I didn't back down. Mr. Garrith eyed me with cold dead eyes that screamed desolation and heartlessness. I late my hate for that disgusting glare fuel my own rage and held my place. I had challenged the bull.

The battle was intense. It invaded my every waking moment. The only times of solace from threatening letters and constant media pressure and stress was in the moments I got to share with Rayne. The games we played without fail before putting him to bed at night. I tried to never mix my time with for work with my time with my son. I separated the two.

It was my mistake.

I had been too arrogant. I should have known better than to ignore the threats. I was especially stupid to shrug off the attack against me when I was walking out of the offices. The men that grabbed me once I was outside the building, pushed me up again the brick in the dark shadows silencing me with their wands and invaded my person by threatening me that If I didn't drop the case or agree to a settlement that they would come after me. Do horrible things to me.

No, I brushed it all off. Told my boss not to worry. Told myself not to panic that it was just to scare me. It wasn't like they had hurt me, they just were trying to intimidate me.

I should have remembered his eyes. His dead cold eyes, the stare that they fixed me with.

I had not taken precautions.

And that I will always regret.