The next morning, as stormy as it was, did not stop Mr. Fleamont Potter from returning to work to the Ministry of Magic. He would have stayed at home to work, but his wife, Euphemia, threatened that he would be cursed if he tried to brew another experimental potion in their household again.

He was confused when he recognized a man who was an Auror come running towards him. The man quickly came to a halt in front of Fleamont, the Auror trying to catch his breath.

"Mr. Ferry, please catch your breath and then tell me what's wrong."

The Auror gasped a few more times before he spoke. "You're needed... at Mungo's..... something turned..... up." Curious to hear why he was needed at St. Mungo's, he apparated after thanking the Auror for the information.

As soon as he showed his face to the desk Healer, she quickly stood up and told him to follow her.

"What's this about?"

"Well, the Aurors had to make a trip to a Muggle town when they heard about a magical whip that was beating a Muggle. Naturally, they went to the house where the Muggle said the man lived. When they went in, there was no sign of the wizard but there was a girl there who had been badly tortured."

"Who was the guy? Did you catch him?"

"I don't know and no. He left before they could apprehend him. Here's her room, go and see if she reminds you of anybody."

"Why would she remind me of anybody?"

She only offered a small smile, opened the door to the girl's room, and left the two alone. Mr. Potter walked to the bed the girl was asleep on, and gasped. "Oh my Merlin...."