"Death Eaters." His mother whispered. "Low ranking ones, but still death eaters." She pressed her hand into his chest, pushing him back as more death eaters passed them, silver masks glittering. When they moved around the corner, he heard her let out a breath. "This is a bad idea, Will." He opened his mouth to speak, but an explosion above them shook the breath from his lungs. He crouched down, his hands covering his head as more explosions shook the ground. "We need to move, now!" His mother hissed, grabbing his cloak and pulling him away from the castle.