26. Morsmordre

Harry stood looking down, his green eyes twinkling under the stars. An autumn breeze flowed through his long black cloak. On the ground lay three bodies, not yet cold or rigid by death. Harry let out a small chuckle, “They were useless anyway.” Harry raised his wand from the lifeless bodies to the sky. “Morsmordre,” he spoke in a strong harsh voice, and the Dark Mark appeared glowing in the cloudless sky. As he had cast the spell, the left sleeve of robe had fallen back revealing the mark, similar to the one that was above him.

Harry knew that the Aurors would soon be here, wondering if it was the same person who had committed the wave of murders in the past few weeks. Harry knew they would never think of him, after all he was the boy who lived. He looked at the bodies with his slightly snake like eyes and with a faint “pop,” Harry disapperated.

In the next second, seven Aurors, including Hermione apparated, wands raised, in the very same spot that Harry had been standing. “We missed them again,” Hermione, head of the Auror department, muttered angrily, frustrated that their murderer had gotten away.