Chapter 10

I was not expecting to see that when I looked in the window.

There was Isolde, looking even worse than the last time I had seen her. She looked like she had hardly been fed, and I had to wonder if they were only giving her food when kids got detention.

But on the other side of the room was…

"Molly?" I said, almost falling off of my broom.

My cousin was sitting on top of a guard with a huge smirk on her face. "About time you showed up."

I climbed through the window, allowing the broomstick to fall onto a ledge. "I thought you didn't agree with our plan?"

"I don't. I think you're all idiots. Which is exactly why I had to come help."

I stared at her, my mouth gaping.

"And you… you knocked him unconscious?" I asked, pointing to the man she sat on.

"You should have seen it, Dom," Isolde piped up. "It was bloody brilliant. She just barged into the room and smacked him right upside the head."

I rushed over to my friend. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Continue with the mission."

I rolled my eyes. "First…" I pulled the wand out of my pocket, and I used it to take the chains off of Isolde. Then I tied the guard up the post Isolde had been tied to.

"Wait. We should ask him questions," Molly said.

We looked at her.

"We don't even know who these people are. We need to find out."

I sighed. "Okay." I did a quick revival spell on him, Molly grabbed his wand, and his eyes slid open to find Molly and I standing before him, wands pointing at his heart, and his body chained to a post.

"What do you want?"

"We want to know the truth," I told him.

He shrunk away from us. "About what?"

"Who are you and what the bloody hell are you doing in this castle?" Isolde demanded from behind us. She was sitting, as she wasn't strong enough to stand.

The man's brown eyes fluttered a few times, as though he was about to slip back to unconsciousness, but he managed to keep them open. "We are a group known as the Potter Eaters."

All three of us started laughing hysterically.

"What?"

"You couldn't have come up with a more creative name than that?" Isolde asked, clutching her side.

The man scoffed. "I didn't come up with the name."

"But why would you join a group called the Potter Eaters?"

The man decided it would be best to ignore us. "Anyway, we feel that the Death Eaters were treated unfairly during and after the Second Wizarding War, and we are looking to get an apology for that."

"And how did the minister respond to that?" I laughed.

The man frowned. "Are those all of the questions you have?"

"Why are you here?" Molly asked, collected herself from her laughter.

"We are an intelligent group of people. We realize that the Death Eaters made several mistakes, one of which was that they didn't get a hold of the children soon enough."

Isolde had gone oddly quiet. "I have one more question. Where are the boys?"

"I'm not high-ranked enough to know that information," the man scowled. "But I would guess either dead or being trained to join the group."

We were all silent for a moment. "Knock him out, Dom," Isolde said finally.

I raised my wand as he raised his hands to his face.

"Stupefy."