Run for cover
My sense of fear is running thin
Undercover
Just like a candle in the wind

Tell everybody, tell everybody
Brothers, sisters, the ending is coming

-Imagine Dragons

Teddy stood in the middle of the blazing fires, looking around at the destruction before him. The fires were still raging around him, dead bodies were being recollected, and shrieks of terror and grief were heard throughout the night.

"Teddy," Kingsley said, coming up beside him. "Are you alright?"

Teddy shook his head. "It's not right, Kingsley. Any of it."

"You weren't alive during the Second War," Kingsley said in his low voice. "But I reckon if things get any worse, we'll all be reliving the Second War."

"All of this was supposed to end with Voldemort," Teddy muttered.

"I thought so too," Kingsley said darkly.

Both men turned and looked at each other briefly before marching ahead into the night.

Harry and Ron paced back in forth in their large office.

"There has to be a leader," Ron finally said. "These attacks are too well-planned, too strategic."

"And there's too many of them," Harry muttered. "The only problem is, none of the Death Eaters we've captured are willing to talk yet."

"Yet," Ron said dangerously, his eyes flashing.

Harry sighed. "These aren't like Voldemort's death eaters. They use the name to spread fear…but they don't have the same goals."

"Don't have the same goals!" Ron exclaimed incredulously. "What do you mean? They're trying to eliminate muggleborns. If you ask me, that sounds very Voldemort-like."

Harry shook his head. "No, Ron. Voldemort's goal was power, to take over. He wanted to beat death. These new death eaters…they haven't exhibited any allegiance to Voldemort or attempted to put anybody into power."

"All they want is to hurt muggles and muggleborns?" Ron asked, dumbfounded. "All this work just to hurt muggles?"

Harry shrugged. "That's what it looks like. It looks like they want to create a pureblood magical community."

"Still sounds like Voldemort to me," Ron muttered darkly.

Harry looked at him. "We have to find the person behind all of this, the one gathering these death eaters, the one orchestrating these attacks."

"How do we do that?"

Harry sighed. "We start with interrogating death eaters."

Ron groaned. "Ugh. I hate talking to death eaters."

"Me too," Harry muttered. "Let's go."

The two of them exchanged grimaces before heading out of their office.

Finn yawned, bored. He tossed Luke the quaffle lazily. "Do you reckon we'll ever get to play?"

There had been a Death Eater threat on the Chudley Cannon's match against Lancashire that night and so the match had been delayed until the threat passed.

"I'm getting ruddy sick of these damn death eaters," Luke grumbled.

Just then, their coach walked into the locker rooms. "Sorry, lads. Looks like the officials are canceling the game tonight."

His statement was met with an outcry of protests from the entire team.

"I know, I know," he continued with a sigh. "The game will be postponed until further notice. We're working on tightening up security. Until then, go on home. Enjoy your night off. You'll be notified as soon as they reschedule the game."

The team grumbled and complained as they stood up and dusted themselves off. After quickly changing back into their regular clothes, Luke and Finn left the locker room, dragging their brooms behind them.

Sienna met them by the entrance. Her eyes were wide with fear as she hugged both of them.

"I was so worried," she told them.

Finn waved her off. "We're fine. Honestly, I'm more worried about Teddy. Did you hear about the attacks happening all over London?"

Sienna nodded. "I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't."

"He's probably busy," Luke murmured. "You know, saving lives and all."

"Possibly getting killed," Finn said quietly.

"Sometimes I hate that he's an auror," Sienna said, taking Finn's hand.

"Where to now?" Luke asked as they started down the stadium halls.

Sienna bit her lower lip. "Back to Grimmauld Place? I want to wait up for Teddy."

Finn nodded. "Works for me."

Luke glanced at them. "Okay. I'll pick us up some food on the way back and meet you guys there."

"Brilliant," Finn said as he squeezed Sienna's hand.

"Hey, Luke, be careful," Sienna said before she disapparated with Finn.

Luke looked around him where all the fans and teams were rushing out of the stadium. "I will," he murmured before disapparating.

Teddy hurried down the empty streets. It was nearly four in the morning and it had started to pour. Crossing his arms and picking up his pace, Teddy looked around nervously. The streets were quiet that now. Too quiet. Usually, the sound of cars or muggles could be heard in the distance. Then again, it was nearly four in the morning. Teddy hurried up the steps of Grimmauld Place and opened the door. He shivered once inside the warm house, having only realized how brutally cold it had been outside.

"Teddy!" Sienna shrieked when she saw him.

She, Finn, and Luke were in the living room. On the coffee table were half eaten plates of Chinese food and half-empty glasses of butterbeer.

"Hey," Teddy said, exhausted.

"Are you alright, mate?" Finn asked, jumping off the couch. "We were worried sick. Where were you?"

"London," he replied. "The city's in utter chaos."

Sienna held up the Evening Prophet. "We saw."

Luke pointed to the food on the table. "You look horrible, mate. You should eat something."

Teddy took off his wet jacket and tossed it on the armchair. "Merlin, I didn't even realize how hungry I was."

Luke patted his back and offered him a seat beside him. "Come sit, mate."

Sienna watched him worriedly. "How bad were the attacks?"

"Bad," Teddy said, his face changing. "Those people…they were tortured…burned alive…" He shuddered.

Finn gulped. "Were any aurors hurt?"

"A few," Teddy said, his voice shaky. "But none of us were severely injured or killed. These death eaters are ruthless," Teddy told them darkly. "I've never seen anything like it."

Sienna and Finn exchanged looks. "Eat some food," Sienna told Teddy gently, reaching out for him. "You'll feel better."