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Albus looked around, trying to see through the darkness. He took out his wand and shouted, "Lumos!" Immediately, the mysterious surroundings lit up. In his heart, he knew he shouldn't have come down here tonight. A dueling club, that's what Denver had said it would be. But now, here in the forbidden forest at night, he knew it would be nothing of the sort.
A twig snapped, and Albus jumped a foot. He swung his wand around, almost hitting Owen in the eye.
"Why are we here again?" Owen asked, moving his blonde hair out of his eyes. "You know I said I'd come, but since when do we listen to Denver? He's a rotten Slytherin." Together, the Griffindor and the Hufflepuff made an odd pair, but they turned out to be the best of friends.
"Man it's hot outside tonight," Own commented, taking off his Griffindor cloak.
"Yeah, I agree," Albus answered, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead while examining the treetops.
"Too hot if you ask me," Owen said. "Albus, Denver isn't coming. Can we go back-" Suddenly, Owen stopped mid-sentence.
"Thank you for stopping Owen. As I already told you, we're only going to wait another fifteen minutes, ok?" Owen didn't reply. "Owen?" Turning around, Albus saw Owen stuck, mouth open, eyes unblinking. He was petrified.
Then, figures started appearing out of the darkness. Thirteen hooded figures stepped out of the trees. From his fourth year defense against the dark arts book, Albus recognized the strangers as Death Eaters. But they had disappeared after Voldemort had died, right?
"So you came," said a voice. A figure stepped toward Albus, wand outstretched.
"Denver!" Albus exclaimed. Denver laughed, muttering a spell under his breath.