The kitchen went still for just a breath as the back door creaked open.

Moody's normal eye wasn't on them, though. It was fixed somewhere behind him, where the morning light spilled through the doorway.

He stepped aside, revealing a figure half-hidden in shadow. A woman, thin and pale, with dark hair tangled and falling past her shoulders. Her clothes were Muggle—a worn jumper, jeans—but her left forearm was wrapped in bandages that peeked from the sleeve.