Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Again
Disbelief
Fear
Panic
The Minister for Magic was woken; he didn't sleep for the rest of the night.
Not that he would have wanted to.
Front page news the next day.
In a house in the country side, a young man lost his appetite at the sight.
His girlfriend, unaccustomed to silent brooding in mornings, (from him anyway) was shocked silent.
This would have surprised many if not for the situation at hand.
Another couple joined them shortly; no mention was made of them arriving together, not even a look, much to the couple's surprise.
A minute later, fingers white from gripping paper, face red and scar contorted with anger, a shaking hand on his shoulder.
In front of them, a three word headline.
The Dark Mark.
