A disheveled woman in slippers, jeans, and a winter fair isle sweater, JANE, reads these descriptions and despairs. She glances around her home, trudges to the stand of bottles by the window, and, with stunning elegance, opens and swigs from the illegal Cuban rum in one fell swoop. She ponders life in American society…

Ron’s son worships Lord Voldemort. Harry has gone missing. The Death Eaters have given way to the First Purebloods, commanded by Supreme Leader TotallyNotVoldemort.