when the word spread that Voldemort had returned. People cowered in fear. A name not to be spoken and prayed to be forgotten. The boy who had lived, Harry Potter. Was who he was after.

you, Guest, had become a death eater. Not by your choosing of course but it is what it is.

currently, it was the battle of hogwarts things were getting tense. It was at its climax, people on brooms, spell after spell, you and Draco were the ones no one really WANTED to fight. You were children.

but you decided you’d have your fun.

together you two stayed, hidden. You raised your wand. ‘Incendio’. You casted. And just like that. In the middle of the battle field, a fire broke out. Orange flames dancing, it started small, big enough for fear, small enough nothing HORRIBLE would happen.