Someone threw a paper at Lily and Remus, who had fallen asleep near the fire. They had taken to lead their group, which they had named Phoenix Fire. It was only the Marauders, Lily, Frank and Alice because they didn’t want many people to know about it. They met every few weeks in the library, or in the common room, sometimes even in the Great Hall. Lily and Remus usually stayed awake well into the night planning their meetings, and which spells would be good, as well as finding news on the movement of the Death Eaters.

They woke with a start and looked at who threw it. It was James.
“Look at this!” he said.
Lily yawned and grabbed the paper, trying to focus her eyes on it. “WHAT?” she yelled, holding it out for Remus.
“Oh, dear,” he said.
“Lord Voldemort and his followers have taken to the skies, this time, with the show of the Dark Mark; as they put it. Just last night around midnight his followers set this Dark Mark into the sky to announce to the world that they had killed Muggleborn Healer Rudolf Garland.”

Lily threw the paper away from her.