Waking up in the aftermath of a massacre was not how I had wanted to begin my second life. I was buried beneath what I had hoped wasn't a pile of dead bodies, but the lifeless faces that greeted me as I opened my eyes proved otherwise.
From the sudden popping noises and the following eerie silence, I could discern that whatever battle that had taken place was over. And that those popping sounds were the Death Eaters leaving.
If what I knew about this time period Death sent me to was right, then the place I'm about to see once I crawl out from under this pile of people would be the site of the very first attack on the British wizarding world by Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
Which meant that the second set of popping noises came from the Aurors that were arriving just seconds after Voldemort's people had already left.
