Diagon Alley was in ruins when the death eaters were attacking. Death was on the stone roads. The smell of old flames and smoke. Some witches and wizards tried to fight back. He walked along the main road. Glass crunching beneath his boots. His mask on his face as he invaded the scene. “Ralph. You find a mudblood. Take it. Don’t let them fight.” His friend said. Now nodding while walking off with his wand held high.