"To me, Black, Potter," repeated the drawing voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up.
Alena breathed. They were trapped and outnumbered two to one. It was life or death. They would finally get to see what a bunch of wizards were capable of.
"To me," said Uncle Lucius yet again.
"Where's my father?" Alena said.
Several of the Death Eaters laughed. A harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Alena's left said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always knows!"
"Always," echoed Malfoy softly. "Now, give me the prophecies, my lovely niece."
"You bitch," said Alena, wanting nothing more than to disintegrate him and the prophecies.
But then again, she wanted to know what they had to say...
"We want to know where Sirius is!" demanded Harry.
"We want to know where Sirius is!" mimicked the woman to Alena's left. She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from Alena, Harry, and the others, the light from their wands dazzling Alena's eyes.
