The night that Albus Dumbledore falls from the Astronomy Tower, Draco Malfoy departs from his childhood home with nothing but his wand and a small backpack. He apparates to a very modest house in a very modest neighborhood where the wards recognize the Black in him and eventually yield. The door is flung open by a flinty-eyed witch with long dark hair. She stands as if stunned, staring at him. “Hello, Aunt Andromeda,” he says, his voice almost steady. “I’ve run away. Will you help me?”