"Morsmordre!"

Barty Crouch jr yelled, his wand outstretched as the spell cast the Dark Mark into the sky, the once witches and wizard-filled field for the Quidditch World Cup now completely burned to the ground.

The image of the Dark Mark in the sky made you smile which quickly faltered as both you and Barty heard a branch crack in the distance. The Death Eater raised his wand in the direction of the sound and moved his body in front of you.

"You should leave, My Lady. The ministry will be here soon to investigate. I shall take care of the rest."

He bowed deeply and you took his advice, getting ready to apparate back to the Malfoy Manner. The surroundings blurred and you found yourself back at the old house of the blonde-haired Death Eaters. With a few quick and calculated steps, you made your way toward the dining room where you knew Tom was holding a meeting with his subordinates.

The doors opened with a silent creak and you stepped into the room, and saw Tom, as always sitting at the head of the table while the other trusted Death Eaters such as Bellatrix Lestrange Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Igor Karkaroff, Antonin Dolohov, and one you considered your somewhat friend, someone who has been loyal to both of you for decades: Evan Rosier, all sat around the table