The sound of chunks of wood hitting the walls had awoken some of the other Gryffindor brats. Without looking from James he yelled,
“Avada kadavra!” they crumbled a split second later. James had let his guard down, thinking Cassius wasn’t watching. His back was turned. Big mistake.

“Crucio!” he shrieked. James fell to his knees writhing in pain, his hands grabbing wildly at his hair. His screams echoed through the sleeping quarters.
Cassius turned his back, sheathed his sword, and left.
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Back in the forest, Facaro began to choose new disciples for th Dark Lord, who was sitting in a massive home he had forced the trees to form for him using magic.

Half of these “candidates” were just petty criminals, not suited for the evils of which the new-age Death Eaters would be committing. She didn’t let the losers go either. She just killed them.

Finally, she saw a promising, gun-wielding dwarf approaching.

“Name’s Gunther.”