Given the number of people who had died in their beds, Flubba felt it was probably safer for him to stay away from his room. With how few of them were left and one Order spy still at large, it was impossible to get a good night’s sleep, anyway. He couldn’t Apparate away, but he was able to stand on the weed-infested yard behind the house they were stuck in. After a few hours of hearing nothing but the wind rustling through the leaves, he allowed himself to relax slightly. Still, it didn’t really come as a surprise when a … Continue reading Werewolves XXVIII: Lord Voldemort and The Final Day (DAY 6)

The Order was growing more confident. With the Squib gone, that was one less threat against them to worry about. If they chose whom to kill carefully, there was a good chance the two of them could make it out of this house alive. Late that night, they dispatched of an unsuspecting Death Eater quietly, breathing sighs of relief when neither of them dropped dead along with their victim. In the morning, when the whole group converged once again in the drawing room, they successfully masked the disappointment in their faces when only one person was missing and eventually found … Continue reading Werewolves XXVIII: Lord Voldemort and Don’t Let the Good Guys Win, Dammit (DAY 5)

There didn’t need to be discussion tonight, as the Order knew immediately who they needed to kill if they were to escape this house alive. Together, they burst into Mello’s room, wands out. “Give up now,” one of them cried. “If you want a quick death.” “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” another quipped. “And if I were you, I’d pick the easy way.” “… Cliches aside,” the third began, “My fellow spy is right. It’s best to surrender now.” Mello stood up from his bed calmly, keeping one of his hands inside his robe. … Continue reading Werewolves XXVIII: Lord Voldemort and Everyone is a Drama Queen (DAY 4)

With one of their own dead, the low hum of panic that had always been present among the members of the Order was threatening to grow into a roar. Two spies in particular weren’t content with leaving their fates up to chance. Meeting in the room farthest from where the Dark Lord resided, they spoke in hushed whispers. “Harvey Dent? Are you sure?” Tim the so-called dark wizard murmured. He wasn’t reluctant to participate in a murder. Rather, he was uncomfortably aware that the Binding Curse he himself cast to protect his fellow spies could come back to bite them. … Continue reading Werewolves XXVIII: Lord Voldemort and If Only Killing Harry Potter were this Easy (DAY 2)