Disclaimer: I do not own any thing (including any dialogue you recognize) except of course, the Midnight Ball.
Chapter three: The Mysterious Blank
Everyone finally landed on the ground. Harry thought they must have been up there for hours. His ears were numb and he had a hard time getting his frozen hands off his Firebolt. (At least this is the way Harry remembers it.) They walked around the buildings until they got to the back. Harry followed Tonks into the shadows of the apartments. It was silent except for the five of them breathing and their light footsteps. When Tonks stopped in front of a door, Moody came to the front and mumbled something. The door opened, and they all went in. Harry strained his eyes to see in the dark. It was a small room with only one door that he could see. Moody opened it, and everyone went inside. It was an empty, cramped closet. Somebody shoved a small piece of parchment into his hand. He heard Moody whisper, "This is your private clue, Harry." Harry was startled and did not see the figure of Moody do something weird. It felt like they were moving!! It was hard for Harry to describe since it caught him by surprise. When the movement stopped, Moody opened the door into warmth and light. Everyone stepped out of the small closet into a lit room. Harry quickly looked at his piece of parchment and stared. The parchment was blank.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What did you say, Macnair?", Voldemort demanded in his cool, slick voice. His red 'eyes' looked Macnair directly in the eye. "Er, wwhat about the one whho lleft you fforever?", Macnair said, clumsily bowing. "You said he must die," Avery said. "Isn't there something worse we could do," asked Nott tentatively. "Why not," Voldemort said evilly.