Feel the Burn
March 24th, 2005 at 6:50 PM
Marcus was just about to step through the back entrance of Back Alley to start his shift when he felt the pain. He clutched his arm, the blasted cursed Mark that branded him as evil, as it radiated heat and pain.
He hadn't felt the like in six years. Not since Voldemort had died.
But it was different, just slightly. There was no sense of summons in this burn. Voldemort was not standing in some rotting mansion waiting for them to bow and scrape. This was just heat. And pain.
He wasn't sure how long it lasted, it felt like hours, but it couldn't have been that long. Finally, as abruptly as it had started, the pain disappeared.
Marcus shakily climbed to his feet and apparated to the alley that housed the private Unspeakable lift. McGee appeared right behind him, his face pale.
"Bloody 'ell," his handler whispered. "I was having drinks at one of the bars when half the clientele clutched their arms. What the hell is happening?"
Marcus shook his head. He honestly did not know.