DE Attack - Happens after fun has been had at the party.
Elves were useful - as fodder, as slaves. The Lord once called Tom Riddle felt no differently about that now than He had when He had first seen them in the kitchens of Hogwarts. And now this one He knew, this one He'd once left for dead, had served his purpose again. Had brought Him news that He wanted too much to hear. He had not sullied the name of his master, but it was little trouble to deduce what the thing would not say, and now He had a location. Now, He had a better understanding of just what it was that the boy who lived was doing. Tricky, brave, foolish little sack of bones and ashes who was playing in things he would never understand.
Dark Marks burned - ancient magic searing through the arms of those who had taken them - and their bearer's Lord had two legions. The first, He sent to Grimmauld. Potter would not use that place for safety again. The second, his chosen, those... well, they had a wedding to attend. And a Fletcher to catch.
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