He was a Death Eater. He had to be. No one else used that word these days, not after the War. Lord Voldemort and his followers had lost, which was why Remus was writing books and Severus was making cosmetics and Zach was a Healer and none of them was a fighter and -
Her hands were scraped from her fall, and there was a smear of red on her palm. "My blood's as red as yours - "
He laughed, and she could hear the madness through the mask. He'd just started to scream a hex again when there was a whooshing sound, and a slim figure in gray swept past to stand between her and the Death Eater.