Dennis James Creevey. (ofmuggles) wrote in snitched, |
Dennis gave a short nod, "Ah, Right," He had figured that would be the answer, he didn't see Tonks as being the type to run in without knowing the facts when she was taking along two new recruits. They could easily lock up or bolt on her, especially given what they were about to walk head first into. The idea caused his eyes to cloud, but only with slight apprehension. He was not afraid of what they were about to see, though surely it would not be something he would forget or take lightly, but the fact that human hostility toward other humans had done it. No reasoning behind what they had done, at least nothing that should warrant this amount of carnage, but somehow had.
The people who had done this were Monsters.
He easily followed behind Tonks as they moved through the trees toward the compound, listening to her explain the dangers of what lay ahead: ghosts. The idea of them had never been one to bother Dennis, especially since his years at Hogwarts had allowed him to view them in a friendly environment. Though several of the ghosts, take the Bloody Baron into account, weren't always the friendliest or safest looking, they had never given him a reason to fear them. Tonks' explanation, however, gave new light to his idea on the departed. Despite what he had experienced himself, some ghosts were out for blood, unhappy and angry over their death. Rather then being afraid like a smart man should, he suddenly felt sorry for them.
So intent on listening to Tonks' words, he didn't notice the grass beneath his feet made crunching sounds now rather than the squeaky wet noise his sneakers had made on the morning grass. With the sky clouded and the sun unable to reach this part of the land, the dew had lasted into the afternoon. "They're able to cause physical harm, then?" He felt silly asking the question, but he had never actually read up on ghosts, and it hadn't been taught to him during his three years at Hogwarts. "There are no warning signs that a ghost might be near, the invisible ones, I mean?--" He was cut short by the sight at what lay before them now.
Dennis sucked in a breath, and his gaze hardened, making him appear a bit more older then he really was. Anger fitted across his face. The scene without the bodies would have been terrible mixed in with the smell of burnt flesh, but the bodies, ranging in all ages from the very young to the very old, made it sinister. It was clear, to anyone who might encounter the area, that something terrible and wicked had happened here. This was no horrible accident, but a massacre of people, of a community. His eyes closed for a moment, blocking out the view to catch hold of his emotions. He had thought he would be afraid, that he would be sickened, but he hadn't counted on the swift, burning anger that started in his heart and vibrated all over.
"No one has done anything to... help them. Move the bodies, bury them? They deserve more than to be out here, exposed to the elements and animals." He was appalled, and the words trembled off his lips in rage as he tried to keep hold of himself. He didn't understand how someone would be able to do something so extremely evil. He couldn't grasp what made a person so heartless that they were able to do something so cruel. He took a breath and pulled his gaze away from the bodies, away from the eyes that looked but did not see.
"Where do we start?"