Chapter 6: Follow Your Intuition
Something wasn't right. The house had been ransacked, and it stank, a vaguely familiar scent.
The house reeked of death.
Lupin drew out his wand though whoever attacked was long gone.
"Don't come in!" Too late.
"Oh gods," Harry crouched, vomiting.
Blood. Blood.
Hermione's parents.
Harry faintly heard Ron entering. More vomiting.
The Dark Mark crawled on their skin, alive even as their bodies were not.
Images of the grotesque scene choked his mind; Harry powerless to stop them.
"We've must get out." Lupin grabbed Harry and Ron.
"I…I don't understand."
"Is she…"
"Alive or…dead, she's not here. Come on."