Finally we arrived at the center of the park and what we saw showed just how much this war had changed. In the center of the plaza, there were five piles of humans stacked upon each other. At the top of each one was a human practically nailed to a pole. The brief squirming was enough to know that they were alive, but the rest were clearly dead with their gaping maws and wide eyed expression. Upon closer inspection, I recognize the ones nailed to the poles. The former Wizengamot members who were Death Eaters. Cultists were coming and going, carrying bodies and other materials around. On the other side of the plaza was one of the larger homemade houses we have seen so far. Most of it had been drastically changed I assumed considering it was a single platform that overlooked the entire operation. There were two figures at the top of the building and it wasn’t hard to figure out who they were.