Don't you dare forget the moon- Harry Potter

I like metal.

I calmly walked down the familiar pathways, making my way back to our rendezvous point, when I stopped cold. A flash of blue light blinded me momentarily. That one moment I closed my eyes was the biggest mistake I'd ever made.  Because when I opened them, all I could see was blood. Dripping down the walls, splattered on the doors. Ministry workers had begun opening their doors, panicking. It wouldn't be long till we're found, I need to move quickly. The raw flesh of my people was slippery beneath my dragon hide boots. I kept walking, and felt sick as I saw several familiar faces staring back at me. Of course, they weren't actually staring. 

They were dead. 

I cast a quick spell to clear up all the bodies and blood. I kept scanning the vicinity for faces. Or rather, one particular face, 

What's if he's dead? No he can't be. I blinked away the tears that blurred my vision. I need to keep my head clear. With my emotions raging, I forced myself to focus on our next move. First. Find out who killed them. And why. You don't usually kill people just for assassinating. It seems unlikely that the Greys were killed in a fit of anger. If it were revenge, the Greys would have been tortured instead. So clearly...someone wanted to keep them silent. They must have seen something they shouldn't have and-

Someone screamed in the distance, and a shiver went down my spine. I knew that voice. It was Draco. He's alive.

I turned the corner, and resisted strangely felt like laughing and crying at the same time. On the floor was a small body clad in pink robes, the mask on the front concealing Draco's face. He was shaking, clearly in pain. A man stood over him, holding his wand over Draco. I didn't need to be a genius to figure out that the man was Lucius Malfoy. 

Of course. The death eater. As the rest of the pieces clicked together in my head,  I found this odd power pulling at me. Forged from my pain, It had a warm, comforting feeling attached to it. At that moment, I knew. I knew like I never knew before. Memories flashed, knowledge shook me. Just for that one moment, before it dissapeared. But in that moment, I'd lived ages. I knew what I had to do. This is for my people. This is for Draco. 

I whispered, "Pingere nigrum reduc,"

The world dissapeared into dust and dark. 

A new one awaits for me to take my mark. 

A/N: He's not dead, don't worry. And kudos to anyone who finds out what Xasper whispered up there!

War out!