Chapter 163 – Prison Break
For the past few days, we have been lying low in the vicinity of the three prisons. We separated our group into three parts to make sure we were not missing out on anything. Professor Lockhart was sent away in disguise, equipped with one of the weaker invisibility cloaks, lying low next to the prison of the Death Eaters. I knew that he was extremely nervous, but compared to everything, he was one of the safest places out of the three. For one, he knew how they operated, being part of a similar process once before. Then, there was the fact that if anyone attacked it, they would be the Order members, so my guess would be that they wouldn't open with the killing curse. Lastly... Any other Death Eater, especially Voldemort, would probably be focused on attacking the Order's camps.
His main mission was to observe the location, and when or if something happened, he had to choose some targets and escape with them, bringing them home while chaos reigned supreme. As for the Order's camps, one was surveyed by Quincy and I, while the second was left for Grindelwald. We were in touch constantly, and if any of the prisons were hit before the others, we would apparate and work as a team.
What I didn't expect was the fact that all three were attacked at the same time... it was like some kind of sick joke. The first to signal that something was happening was Professor Lockhart. Only two days after we sent out the letters via our agents, the Order already made their move. We were about to teleport over when Grindelwald's message arrived that Voldemort himself appeared with a bunch of others, beginning to kill everyone within it indiscriminately.
"What... the actual... fuck?" I murmured, looking at Quincy after hearing it, sending word for Grindelwald to just stay back and out of sight. This was not something I was expecting, not at all.
"Look!" She held my hand, and sure enough, I watched as the black night sky was lit up by a green spell, creating a skull above the land, a snake coming from its mouth, showering the land in an eerie, ghostly light.
There they were, masked Death Eaters appearing, beginning to kill everybody who was not theirs. A complete massacre... The prison we were at was located in the countryside, under a protective spell, mostly against muggles, hiding their operation from prying eyes. The place itself was some kind of old slaughterhouse that was now living up to its purpose thanks to the crazed Death Eaters. Only, it was humans who were being butchered instead of cattle...
"What should we do?" Quincy asked because this was not in the plans. None of us expected such a drastic measure coming from Voldemort.
"It is our time to get some name for ourselves. Let's join the fun and save some bastards. I don't see any Order members appearing to reinforce the guards here anyway!"
"Be careful!" She nodded, kissing my lips,