The second Death Eater was relieved of his Dark Mark. The rune span in the air and glowed fiercely red and blood-orange. Harry watched it curiously, assessing it, pushing his own power into it. The ritual circle was, by now, in the throes of a potent whirlwind of air and magic. It whipped Myfanwy's long hair into a frenzy and the trailing end of Harry's shawl was threatening escape. Swift, swirling clouds had gathered in the previously clear skies above them. Dark, black, crackling with energy and power. Harry coaxed the rune high into the air at the apex of the circle.