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Lost
She was just being careless now. Who in their right mind would take a walk in the middle of the night, without a wand, in a war? Marlene, apparently. Now she was hiding behind a tree and completely lost. You get what you deserve.
It was really her luck that she would stumble on a group of Death Eaters (or soon to be Death Eaters). They seemed young, around Marlene's age, but she was defenseless and knew they could throw a hex. Now she was hiding behind a tree that was only a few yards from their camp. She could hear them talking and tried to put the voices with names, so she knew what she might be up against. One was Lucius Malfoy, no doubt about it, and she thought she could hear Regulus Black. The group actually seemed to be enjoying themselves; smoking cigarettes and talking about pointless things. Sometimes she forgot that Death Eaters were even human.
"You're not very good at hiding, sweetheart," one of the voices said, making Marlene freeze. She had been too scared to run back before, and now she was terrified.
Marlene stayed put against the tree, even as the group walked around to her. She figured she could throw a good punch, or try to outrun a curse if she really had to. "Ah, a McKinnon," one of the boys realized. She had definitely gone to school with him, but she couldn't place the name. He was so close to her now that she could feel his breath on her face. "Come to spy?" he asked, and jabbed his wand into her stomach.
One, two, three, four… five Death Eaters. Regulus was standing farthest away, and looked uncomfortable when he caught her gaze for a moment. "Guys," he said out loud after a moment.
"What?" the boy in the front asked, his eyes still trained on Marlene.
"I-I don't think she's worth it. Not for us, anyway. She's a McKinnon, let the Dark Lord take her." Why was he helping her? During Marlene's time at Hogwarts, she had only spoken to him a handful of times, and most weren't particularly pleasant. "Nick... just leave her," he told the boy, who seemed to be convinced.
…She's a McKinnon, let the Dark Lord take her.
Why would that convince him? It wasn't because Voldemort had plans to ask them to tea soon, that was for sure. But Nick decided to give her a quick (but hard) slap in the face before turning away.
"Get out, or you won't be so lucky," Regulus warned, before Marlene sprinted off.