“Yes,” Draco replied. He had calmed himself enough to continue his story. He looked like it was a task he needed to conquer. “As soon as she burst into flames, all the teenagers and children ran away screaming. My mother was so panicked, she kept trying to calm Helena down, saying that my father couldn’t see her like that.”

Draco became increasingly upset while he was telling his story, and I wasn’t sure if he would be able to continue. But after a few deep breaths he began to carry on.

“It was too late. My father had already sensed her power. He came charging out of the house, chanting...