Padrig watched her go. There was a moment of silence and then he could hear an alarm going off in the house and the boy's cries. He turned to the door, his eyes meeting those of the boy kneeling on the floor, weeping, and for a moment, he felt an ounce of remorse, of regret, but then, in an instant, he pushed it down, suffocated it.
No more. He Disapparated with a crack and was gone, the smoke and the sight of the Dark Mark in the sky setting fire to the blood in his veins.
No more was he someone like that, pitiful, weak. Now he was the hunter. Now they were the prey.