CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

The sounds of people apparating filled the air, black plumes of smoke surround them as they appeared.

Death Eaters.

Everyone shifted uncomfortably in their seats behind you stood, mid-graduation speech.

Barty stepped out, clearly the leader. "Apologies to crash your graduation, Miss Black." He smirked, clearly not sorry and enjoying the terror on your Seventh Year classmates' faces. "But where else would we find nearly all the members of the Order?"