For the rest of the day, all was quiet at the Burrow. The Weasley twins and Percy had gone out to Diagon Alley with Mr. Weasley, while Ginny and Mrs. Weasley cooked a late supper. Harry, Hermione, and Ron spent their free time outside chasing garden gnomes. It proved useful for Harry to chase them in his Animagus form. When he would catch one, one of his friends would shake it and then fling it out of the yard. They enjoyed their peaceful day out in the sunshine without a care in the world. Meanwhile, Remus and Sirius were out at their new house setting everything up for Harry's return. All in all, it was a peaceful day for the group.
However, somewhere within the depths of London, a great gathering of dark cloaked figures stood around a grave. Encrypted on the grave, was the name Tom Riddle. The figures held their heads low as they bowed to the memorial of their master, Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord was nearly vanquished by Harry Potter, and they had no idea where to find their master. Many of their fellow members were still locked up in that retched prison, Azkaban. Any of the other members who were not among them, had dismissed all ties with the Dark Lord, and the figures were going to make them pay for their denouncement.
One figure stepped forward within the circle and lowered his hood. He was not an attractive fellow; he was big and burly, with matted grey hair and whiskers. Vicious did not even begin to describe the man… if he even could be considered one; he was a werewolf. His teeth were pointed and his nails were long and yellow. Many cringed at the sight of his face, wishing for him to put his hood back up. In a low gravelly voice, he spoke. "I, Fenrir Greyback, was among the many of you whom believed our Lord to be dead. Even now, the Lord lives but is inaccessible to us. It is our duty, as his followers, to avenge our Lord and carry on in his name!"
The crowd mumbled in agreement. Another figure stepped forward and lowered his hood. It was Lucius Malfoy. "And who will lead us on such a mission? Certainly you couldn't, as you'd turn on us once a month." More murmurs echoed around the circle.
"I will lead you," announced a sturdy male voice from deep within the circle. This figure was the tallest and broadest of the circle. Lowering his hood slowly, many gasped as they took in the man's marred features. Running along his face were five scars that looked like something had raked claws down his forehead to his chin. His hair was a deep brown and fell to his shoulders in a shaggy cut. This man couldn't have been older than 30. "My name is Caine Renwick, and I was chosen by the Dark Lord to serve in his place."
"You?!" scoffed another figure. "What makes you think you have any right to tell us our great Lord chose you? Lies. We have no proof that you were chosen. None of us recognize you." Before the man could take down his hood, a shout echoed through the air.
"Avada Kedavra!" The man dropped dead, his face still hidden from view. Caine Renwick tucked his wand back into his robes as the Death Eaters gaped at him. He pulled up his sleeve and showed them the Dark Mark. "I have been chosen and I will guide you on our revenge! Together we shall destroy Harry Potter and everyone he cares about. Dumbledore will die, and we will strive on in the Lord's name! Our Lord was vanquished and more than likely will not return to us, so we shall achieve his goal, but first, Potter must die, along with Sirius Black."
Cheers erupted among the crowd, along with many shouts of agreement. Greyback spoke up when everyone grew silent. "Very well, we'll place our trust in you to get us our Lord's revenge. However, I make it clear. If there comes a time when we come face to face with Remus Lupin, he is mine to destroy. No one is to interfere."
"You may get Lupin," hissed Renwick, "but Sirius Black is mine, along with Harry Potter."
"Arthur Weasley and his pathetic wife are mine to murder," Lucius Malfoy spat. That is how the night went for the Death Eaters; everyone picking which person was theirs to kill and torture. It was a night filled with malicious and dark thoughts.