He had only just turned around to react to her demands for answers when he found himself blinking, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the pitch-black room they were standing in. He looked up when he too heard the thud, swallowing thickly as he imagined what could have made that noise.
Or rather, who.
Even though he couldn’t see anything as he looked up, unable to see through the plaster above them to confirm his beliefs that what he had known would be happening there at the hospital started much sooner than he expected it to. It wasn’t until he heard the tension in Danielle’s voice, something that went beyond confusion and frustration that he looked in her general direction. They were still near the door, but due to the moonlight leaking in through the window her back was towards, he could make out the faint outline of her silhouette. He stared at her for a moment before he let out a nasal sigh. When he spoke again, his voice was low, quiet…basically a whisper, but not quite.
“Death Eaters…”
He allowed that to sink in for just a moment before he took a half-step towards her. “Danni, I know you have a million questions running through your mind right now, and you should…but I can’t answer any of them right now. All I can tell you is they’re here, and because of your bloodline, they won’t hesitate to kill you on sight.” Blunt, yes, but he needed to convey the urgency of the situation so she would remain quiet, so she wouldn’t lead first string of Death Eaters who were plowing through the hospital like they owned the God damn place straight to where they were hiding.
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