Rain pelted down on her auburn hair, the droplets were like little knives piercing her skin. Her heart had already been shattered into a million pieces so her appearance matched the internal battle being fought inside her body. Her bare feet slipped on the wet pavement, twisting her ankles painfully. But she couldn't slow down, she couldn't stop, she had to keep running. She had to get to Potter Manor, had to get to her husband and children…before it was too late, before they got there. She had lost friends before, had lost Fred even. She wouldn't lose anybody else.