The war ended in May. In June the Ministry put the platinum heiress under house arrest and there was nowhere to put her.

So they put her here, in a borrowed cottage, with the two people she had spent seven years calling names.

Her trial is in September. Until then she wears a trace on her wrist and sleeps in the attic.

Porter is eighteen. Mione is eighteen. Malfoid is eighteen and has never made her own bed.

It is going to be a very long summer.