My eyes grazed one of the men who were dressed in black. Kneeling down, I picked up what remained of the person and rifled through the clothes. The cloth was of simple make and nothing like the cultists or the Death Eaters. As I gently moved the upper body, the head fell from the body. Rolling across the ground in a squelch as the dead man’s eyes stared up at me with a ghastly face. Even I couldn’t hold back the grimace at the sight of it. Shaking my head, I continued to search through the pockets but all I found was lint and a broken wand. 