A whirlwind of events had just occured nearly simultaneously. One of the females had arrived looking strikingly like a student...probably polyjuice potion. The old man then sent out a arsenal of curses in the direction of his fellow death eaters, none of which seemed to be scathed, but Parker...
Parker headed off, tailing the others that had arrived. "Definitely not the brightest of ideas on you part old man. Don't make this harder on yourself than it has to be." he said with a sharp, harsh tone. He looked to the masked figure who had a womans voice and retorted to her impatience...
With a silent 'swoosh' the portkey reached its intended destination and Parker was standing in the black forest of Hogwarts New Zealand. Grasping at the mask on his face to make sure it was secured, he looked around, letting his eyes adjust to the dark night. Once he had his bearings about...
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