Nepeta's hands went to her mouth, certain that these two girls were about to suffer a terrible fate when another figure came into the picture. Another man, and Nepeta couldn't help but feel that there was something awfully familiar about him.

It came much too quickly, before she could even begin to consider where she might know him from. The air was filled with screams and then she saw the splatter of blood. She shut her eyes and cringed away, not wanting to see anymore but still the screaming echoed in her ears. She clamped her hands over them and crouched down until it was nothing more than a whisper.

Only then did she dare open her eyes, and what she saw made her heart drop through her chest. Greg sitting at the Hufflepuff table, and an owl swooping over him to drop a letter in his porridge.

The real world came rushing back.