𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐥𝐞 | h. granger

li | death eater attack

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
death eater attack

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"𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀! 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀, 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏!" Narcissa shook her little sister's shoulder. The petite blonde groaned softly, rubbing her face as she sat up. Narcissa went over to Draco's bed and shook him awake as well. "Draco, come on! We have to get out of here."

"What's going on?" Lyra asked, flinching at an explosion that came from outside. She looked around the tent, frowning softly. "Where are Lucius and Bella?"

Narcissa hesitated to answer as pulled out her wand. She looked between the two teens, a sigh falling from her lips. She shook her head. "There's no time to explain. We need to leave." She grabbed Lyra's arm and led her and Draco out of the tent.

Lyra gulped when she saw the Dark Mark hanging in the sky. That would explain why Lucius and Bellatrix weren't in the tent. But, this couldn't mean. . . ?

Lyra's eyes went wide in fear. Without saying a word to Narcissa or Draco, she ran off into the crowd of terrified men, women, and children. The Death Eaters would be after Muggle-borns, and she'd be damned if she didn't warn her friends. She had to get to them first before her sister or brother-in-law could find them.

The campsite was practically deserted by now. She spotted her friends and ran up to them. She was just about to tell Hermione and Dakota to find a safe place to hide when a group of men shouted Stupefy, sending jets of red light towards the five.

They ducked down, the spells colliding with each other.

"Stop!" Arthur yelled. "That's my son!"

"Just who do you think you are, attacking my sister?!" Narcissa snapped, shooting one of the men a dirty look before rushing up to Lyra. "Lyra, you can't run off like that!"

"I was trying to warn them," Lyra whispered, motioning to Dakota and Hermione.

"Which of you conjured it?" Barty Crouch demanded, pointing his wand between Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dakota, and Lyra.

Arthur frowned and turned to him. "Crouch, you can't possibly—"

"Do not lie! You've been discovered at the scene of the crime!"

"Crime?" Harry questioned.

"Get your wand out of my face," Dakota spat, reaching forward to slap it away, only for her arm to be pushed down by Hermione, who shook her head.

"Barty, they're just kids," Narcissa jumped to their defense, protectively pulling Lyra close to her when he pointed his wand at her.

"What crime?" Harry asked.

"That's the Dark Mark, Harry," Lyra told him quietly, pointing at the symbol in the sky. "That's the Dark Lord's mark."

"Voldemort," Harry said. "Those people tonight, in the masks. . .they're his, too, aren't they? His followers?"

"Yeah." Arthur nodded. "Death Eaters."

Lyra looked down and bit the inside of her cheeks, which were burning with shame. She was trying not to blame herself for this knowing that it wasn't her fault she came from a family of Death Eaters, but it was hard not to feel guilty.

"Um, there was a man," Harry said to Barty Crouch. "Before. Uh, there." He pointed to the spot where he had seen a man moments before Ron, Hermione, and Dakota found him.

"A man, Harry?" Arthur asked as Barty and the other men went to investigate. "Who?"

"I don't know. I didn't see his face."

Lyra looked up at the Dark Mark in the sky, her stomach twisting with dread knowing what this meant.

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Narcissa snatched that morning's Daily Prophet off the table when Draco and Lyra went into the dining room for breakfast. Judging by the dark circles under their eyes, neither of them had slept last night.

Lyra was too terrified to even try to go to sleep after the attack at the Quidditch World Cup. If Bellatrix and Lucius were actively participating in Death Eater activities again, who was going to stop them from coming into her room and killing her in her sleep? Her beliefs went against everything that the Death Eaters stood for, which was what got so many people killed during the first wizarding war.

Bellatrix hadn't physically hurt her in two years, but there was always the possibility that it could happen again, especially if the Dark Lord really did make a return. . .

Lyra didn't even want to think about that.

Draco, knowing what Lyra tended to do when things got bad like this, stayed awake with her all night. They talked, and Draco assured her that he wouldn't let anything happen to her should a second war begin. Lyra knew he meant well, but not even Draco could protect her from the Death Eaters that would want her dead just because she didn't believe in blood purity.

"So." Narcissa cleared her throat as they all sat down to eat. "Lyra, your supply list says that you'll be needing a dress for an event happening in the winter. There's an old one of mine from when I was around your age that I think would look stunning on you if you'd like to try it on after breakfast."

"A dress?" Lyra frowned softly. "Why do I need to have a dress? What event?"

"Dumbledore will explain everything when term starts again," Narcissa said.

"Explain what?" Draco asked.

Lucius spoke up, "All you need to know is that there will be very important people at Hogwarts this year. People whom I work with at the Ministry. You two ought to be on your best behaviour."

"And don't do anything disappointing," Bellatrix added, sending Lyra a glare. The blonde met her gaze; there was a deadly look in her elder sister's eyes. She didn't have to make any wild guesses about what that glare meant. Bellatrix knew she had tried to warn her filthy Mudblood friends the previous night.

"Lyra's never done anything disappointing," Draco defended her, matching his aunt's glare. Bellatrix's eye twitched, her fingers curling around her wand, daring him to say one more word.

The rest of breakfast was eaten in silence.