Lily knew that he was right, and there was no way she was going home the same way she had come, which was by city bus. "Is there a place around here that's connected to the Floo?" she asked quietly, drawing out her wand as well. "We could leave that--"
She broke off. The alleyway in front of them was suddenly filled with swirling, black smoke. As she watched, they coalesced into shapes...hooded figures...Lily caught a glimpse of silver beneath the cowls. Her stomach plummeted.
Death Eaters. She had seen them enough times by now in the Prophet to recognize them, though she had never seen a real one. Standing there, with James' clammy hand still clamped tightly over her wrist, Lily tried to remember everything she had ever learned in Defence. Her mind was completely, terrifyingly, blank.
One of the hooded figures stepped forward. "Names," it hissed.