The sun's light hardly pervaded the small street. Houses in dark grey and black formed a line. The windows were misted up and no light could be seen. An aura of the evil and dangerous lay on the location.
Then with many 'plop'-sounds several figures appeared. They were completely hooded and wore long robes. The hoods were pushed deep into their faces so you could only divine the eyes. Glinting patches in the darkness.
One of the figures walked on immediately. Her steps were springy, the back stretched. It was not difficult to realize that she was the leader of this group. Silently the other people caught up with her. Their steps resounded from the house walls and their cloaks whipped over the floor.
The leader walked with fast steps through the street. She seemed to know quite well where she wanted to go. At one shop she stopped. Borgin & Borges stood on a tarnished shild.
The woman pushed the door open with one hand. Slowly she and her companion entered the shop. It was populated with shelves, on which lay skulls, silver knives and black medallions. The dark magic living inside them could nearly be felt on the skin.
The owner of the shop, a small man named Mr Borgin, looked up. "Yes, please?", he said with a vibrated voice. The woman rose her pale-white hands and threw back the hood. She had a haggard face, heavily-lidded eyes and black hair.
As if it had been a sign, two other Death Eaters throw back their hoods. The one standing at the woman's right, had pointy ears, yellowish eyes and grey-black fur on his face, forearm and back of the hand A disgusting smell of blood and sweat was coming from him.
The other man had dark brown hairs, handsome facial features and cold black eyes. But his glance was nothing compared to the eyes of the leader. Her glance had something stinging, insane, mad.
Mr Borgin stood up. "Bellatrix Lestrange", he realised, , "What...what can I do for you?" He sounded nervously and his hands were shaking. The man made himself as small as he could as if he was trying to melt with the shadows thrown by the shelves.
Bellatrix decked him with a disdainful glance. "Where is the Vanishing Cabinett? ", she asked. "O...over there ", stammered Mr Borgin. The female Death Eater walked pass him and her companion followed.
Finally Bellatrix stopped in front of a cupboard with strange musters. Instead of opening the door right now, the black-haired woman turned around once more.
"Stand to the rules ", she ordered, "You may kill the students, but you won't lay a finger on Potter and Granger. The boy is reserved to the Dark Lord. We are only after Ms Mudblood and we want her alive. This hold espacially good for you, , Fenrir" - she nodded to the werewolf - "Paws away from the girl." The man with the fur-covered face growled: "Of course, Bellatrix. I will deal with the other childern. Soon there will be throats ripped open. Delicious!" He licked his jagged theet.
The black-haired one let her hand run on the wall of the Vanishing Cabinett, until it touched the hendle. Carefully the female Death Eater pushed the door open. Smooth black stretched in front of her. Bellatrix walked into the cabinett and the Death Eaters followed her.
For a while they just walked through darkness, followed the part that was so small you could hardly fit through by footh. Their shoulders touched on the walls now and then. Their steps echoed from the wooden walls. "Ouch", Rodolphus made behind Bellatrix, "This was my footh, Fenrir." "Schtt", hissed his wife.
Her tentative hand found the other handle in the darkness. She pushed it down and the twin sister of the cabinett opened. Slowly the Death Eater stepped outside. They stand in a room, filled with a lot junk. Used pots, broom sticks, books and many other things.
Bellatrix drew her wand and spun her wrist as if she needed to become warm. The top of her wand pointed at her face. A arrogant, selfish smile covered her facial features Now the game could begin.