Chapter 13- “Mr Sherlock Holmes”
Harry was the first to push open the door. With the slightest nudge the door creaked open. Half off its hinges; the door was ready to collapse.
“The door has obviously been kicked in” Ron played with the door for a few seconds testing the squeaking sound before Ginny whacked him on the arm to keep moving. The place was a mess, glass shards scattered everywhere. No bodies but the amount of blood smeared on the walls and carpets was enough to deduce the worse.
“Well done Ron... maybe when we get back to the burrow will give you a sticker, Mr Sherlock Holmes.” Violet bit her lip from saying anything else. The atmosphere was unnerving and she couldn’t help but feel that they weren’t alone.
“I’m sorry who?” Ron grumbled when he stepped in a puddle of fresh blood.
“It’s a fictional Muggle character Ron... and mind where you step.” Hermione grovelled as the stench of rotting flesh was giving her a head ache.
“Wait a minute... you stepped in something?” Violet spun around and as quickly as she could, minding not to step on anything, jumped over to Ron. “Let’s have a look at that.” Ron lifted his shoe; some of the blood became gloop and tried to remain on his shoe creating a wiggly string connecting the two. The others contorted the faces to disgusts and both Hermione and Ginny had to look away.
“That...That’s blood...But it’s fresh... The article says it happened last night. The blood would have dried out.” Harry nervously wondered over to Violet who was still perplexed at the liquid.
“That means something happened not so long ago” Violet frowned as she tried to think. Everyone went silent to help. And there it was a dripping sound. Violet turned her head to see another patch of blood being made next to her. Small drops falling from the ceil. She could already guess what that meant but she had to look. Raising her head, she saw a sight she would never have dreamed of. There stuck to the ceiling, tied up in thin black ropes was an Auror. His uniform ripped, smothered in his own blood. Any bare skin showing was covered in deep cuts allowing the blood to drip all around the group. His eyes still open, wide with terror. Anyone would think he was still alive, but his ghost like skin would say otherwise. Violet tried to gulp but her mouth was dry. If they had only gotten here sooner they might have been able to safe this poor man.
“Oh God” Ginny covered her mouth with her hand and quietly started to cry. Ron rushed over to comfort her.
“You were right... This did happen not so long ago... Which means who ever done this has either left or is still in the building.” When Hermione finished talking a faint crash came from the stairs on the other side of the room. The gang huddled together to protect one another. The noise happened again, becoming louder as it came down the stairs. Voices could now be heard. That one voice that sent chills down Hermione’s body. Bellatrix Lestrange.
Getting to the bottom of the stairs, Bellatrix gracefully swirled around to face the now terrified gang with a wide smirk on her face.
“Well isn’t it itty bitty Potter and his friends... Come to defeat me have you potter?” Bellatrix chuckled as the gang stepped back. Violet was crammed at the back. As the group continued to step backwards she felt hardness behind her. She froze she reached out behind her to feel what was there. To her relief it was only the wall.
Wait! The wall... That means no easy way out... oh boy we’re doomed.
“We’re not scared of you Bellatrix... We’ll take you down just like we did Voldermort” Ron chipped in trying to sound confident but in fact his voice changed pitches when he spoke.
