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Title: The Dark Mark
Characters: Barty Crouch Jr, Death Eater
Rating: PG
Summary: This is after the Quidditch World Cup, when Barty casts the Dark Mark.
Title: The Dark Mark
Characters: Barty Crouch Jr, Death Eater
Rating: PG
Summary: This is after the Quidditch World Cup, when Barty casts the Dark Mark.
It was a warm moonlit night. All the tents were burnt from the Death Eater’s onslaught earlier on.
There had been deaths and good ones at that. The Muggle campsite owners lay dead and so did
others.
Barty walked amongst the debris, kicking at the odd scrap of wood or brazier still alight. He smiled.
This would be the night. The night the Dark Lord would be proud of him, casting the Mark for all to see.
He raised his wand into the air like a sword and looked up at the darkness.
'Morsmordre!',' he smiled and bared his teeth in pleasure at the green snake that had emerged.
He had done it.
The Dark Mark shone in the sky like a beacon. Its green glare cut into the grey sky like a knife. Its sinewy body twisting grotesquely in the sky.
Barty put away his wand and made a quick retreat. He knew people would soon
start arriving, noticing the Mark in the sky. He ran off into the distance, pleased with himself.
Characters: Barty Crouch Jr, Death Eater
Rating: PG
Summary: This is after the Quidditch World Cup, when Barty casts the Dark Mark.
Title: The Dark Mark
Characters: Barty Crouch Jr, Death Eater
Rating: PG
Summary: This is after the Quidditch World Cup, when Barty casts the Dark Mark.
It was a warm moonlit night. All the tents were burnt from the Death Eater’s onslaught earlier on.
There had been deaths and good ones at that. The Muggle campsite owners lay dead and so did
others.
Barty walked amongst the debris, kicking at the odd scrap of wood or brazier still alight. He smiled.
This would be the night. The night the Dark Lord would be proud of him, casting the Mark for all to see.
He raised his wand into the air like a sword and looked up at the darkness.
'Morsmordre!',' he smiled and bared his teeth in pleasure at the green snake that had emerged.
He had done it.
The Dark Mark shone in the sky like a beacon. Its green glare cut into the grey sky like a knife. Its sinewy body twisting grotesquely in the sky.
Barty put away his wand and made a quick retreat. He knew people would soon
start arriving, noticing the Mark in the sky. He ran off into the distance, pleased with himself.