Chapter 2: The Burrow
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed.
There were people in The Burrow. Several tall black cloaked figures. The three could just barely make out that they were searching the house.
"What are we going to do? Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh! They're looking for us!" Hermione squealed.
"Shut up, Hermione," Harry said, "We're going to sneak up on the house and see who it is."
"Are you bloody mad, Harry? They're Death Eaters!"
"Not necessarily, Ron. They could be some of the Order looking for us, or… something…"
"No they aren't! The Order knows where we are! The Death Eaters would have known Voldemort died when they Dark Mark disappeared. The only person that was with him was Wormtail and he's dead now. There are plenty other Death Eaters to come after us. Don't go, Harry. We'll just disapparated to the Headquarters of the Order and tell them," pleaded Hermione.
"Just let me have a quick peek inside, just to make sure."
"We'll all go, quickly, then disapparate. Okay?" Ron asked. With a nod from the other two they slowly approached the house.
As they got closer to the house, Harry whispered, "Wands out." The other two didn't need to be told twice. They slowly approached the window.
CRACK
The three of them jumped. "P-p-p-prob-ab-ably an an-an-imal," Hermione stuttered.
They slowly peered through the window. A heart stopping sight met their eyes. Even worse than anything they could have imagined. There was nobody there.
"But that means-" Harry began.
"Heh heh heh. Look what the cat dragged in." There was no disguising that drawling self- assured voice. Draco Malfoy was calmly standing behind them, backed by another 10 or so Death Eaters that had unmistakably just left the house.
As Malfoy lazily reached for his wand Harry cried, "NOW!"
With another swoosh and crack the three of them once again disapparated into the night.