Barty was hiding in the shadows of the forest. Rain was pelting down on him and the wind howled and blew through his tousled hair. His legs hurt from running and his chest was aching as he tried to catch his breath. Fear was flashed across his face. He stumbled and fell back on the ground. Barty hit his head on a tree trunk when he fell. He shivered in his soaked clothes and balled up into himself at the base of the tree.

Death Eaters were shouting and calling for him. They were going to kill him.

Barty had to keep moving or he was dead. He scurried to his feet, legs shaking. His ears pricked when he heard a branch snap.

He raised his wand, “Who’s there?”