Peter Pettigrew slowly walked down the High Street of a town that he had once known to be full of laughter and excitement.
It wasn't now!
He wore a smug grin on his shrunken, grubby face as he watched the many goings-on around him with small, watery eyes and caressed his shining, silver hand.
However much he wanted to look in charge though, the effect was greatly weakened by Lestrange and Snape striding to and from the many establishments on the side of the roads, apprehending pillaging Death Eaters who had either forgotten the purpose of the attack or else were "taking a break".
For a second he allowed a scowl to shadow his face, as he remembered who it was who had saved The Dark Lord from exile, who had sacrificed his own flesh to bring him back. What had Snape done? Sat around pretending to be Dumbledore's pet for 16 years! He never got the credit for his work, but tonight would be different! He had a plan!
Belatrix Lestrange was ecstatic! The plan to take Hogsmeade was so far a success! The plan now dictated that the Death Eaters wait now for their master to arrive before advancing, who had taken a small group of followers to Azkaban to release those who had by now paid for their mistake at the Ministry.
With a pop, a low-level Death Eater appeared beside her. She turned to face him.
"Madam Lestrange, what are your orders regarding the borders" he asked, deepest respect ringing in every syllable.
Send in three of the Giants. I want the rest in position for when I give the signal. Same goes for the Dementors, too.
He nodded and vanished, this time with a "crack". Belatrix was pleased to hear that he was in a hurry.
"Now then" she said to herself, as she walked over to a shop that had so far remained untouched by the attackers. It had a grubby window and a sign on the door that read "Closed until further notice".
She took out her wand and blast open the door, which caused the bell on the inside to shoot off the wall and clang against the counter on the other side of the room.
She walked through the maze of empty, dusty shelves until she reached the counter. Behind it, she could see, were two doors. One of them had a flight of stairs which went down to a dark basement. The other was firmly shut and bolted on the other side. A faded, torn poster was tacked on this door, which showed a moving picture of a student chewing on the end of a Sugar Quill.
"Alohomora" she said as the bolt on the other side of the door was pulled back.
As she creaked open the door and advanced onto a stairway that went up, she could hear frightened voices above her.
She smirked to herself, and began to creep up the stairs.
Snape was keeping a close eye on Wormtail from his position in the street. He was definitely up to something, his Occlumency had never been wrong!
He was surrounded by corpses. He had ordered for them all to be brought to him from all of the buildings that had been attacked, and they were now shimmering evilly; the result of a complicated spell that he had just performed. They now awaited his command.
All of this would have to wait, though.
"You, there" he shouted at a passing Death Eater. "Go and supervise the Giants. Make sure that they don't go wandering off!"
"Yes, Master Snape" he said, and turned on the spot, vanishing instantly.
The three Giants that had been sent into the village were now pulling apart the Shrieking Shack, making it possible for the hidden tunnel within to be used. This was critical to the plan!
The plan was going great, and yet Peter was getting no credit! That would change though!
"Wormtail, get over here now!" shouted Snape. "I've had word from the borders. He's here!"
Down in the cold, damp cellar of The Three Broomsticks, the four friends listened to the commotion above, and waited for their moment…