War Makes For Strange Bedfellows

by RiderAxeman

Sometimes war makes for very odd working partners. This is a true drabble (100 words); the site's counter doesn't handle hyphens very well. I own the idea, not the universes.

One moment, nothing. The next, lighting and a sphere of nothingness.

Left behind in the Great Hall was a perfectly-cut indentation in the floor and wall. The exposed surfaces were glowing red-hot.

The important thing, however, was the large naked man now rising erect. The sound of his feet sizzling on the glowing stone was the only noise in the hall.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to his right hand as a wand slid smoothly out of his arm and into his grasp.

"Warning. Death Eater Marks detected. Death Eater Protocols engaged."

Marcus Flint was the first to die.