47. : The night the lights went out in Ottery St. Catchpole – Stoatshead Hill

By cover of darkness they came. Not all foul deeds are done in the dark but this one would be. A group of death eaters had come to the sleepy little town.

“Raze it,” had been the Dark Lord’s only order. With the closing of his fist, and Bellatrix’s wicked smile the town’s fate was sealed.

The boy took a deep breath and dropped the watch, his portkey, still too young to apparate, but obviously not to kill.

Bellatrix smiled at Draco giving him courage.

“Come sweetling. Tonight we rid this filthy town of all its muggles and blood traitors.”