3rd person POV

When James Potter looked back he saw a group of people standing in the middle of the hall. Wizards in black hooded robes with white masks hiding their identity. James knew what they were due to the Daily Prophet articles.

Death Eaters.

They were arranged in a U-shape. Two of the Death Eaters appeared to be holding two captives. The captives were wearing plain black robes. James could see the Hogwarts school crest stitched into the garment and the hems were gold and red trimmed. One was a girl.

She had very bushy brown hair. She had a terrified look on her face as she stared at the center of the circle. Her body was stiff and tawt. James could see a Death Eaters wand poking into her side. Her hands were bound behind her back with shackles.

The other person was a boy about the same age as the girl. He had a stock of red hair and freckles were dumped across his face. He had the same robes as the girl and shackles on his wrists and a wand trained on him. James then noticed he too had a terrified look on his face and was looking at the center of the circle.

James followed their gaze and saw that two wizards stood in the middle. Each had a wand drawn, pointing at the others chest. One had a long black cloak, with the hood up. Like the captives, his robes were trimmed red and gold. He also had a school crest on it. James couldn't see his face , it was hidden in the shadows of his hood. As James saw the other man in the middle, he felt cold fear creep down his spine. The other man had cold, blood red eyes, and resembled a snake in many ways. He was thin and seemed to radiated evil. This must be You-Know-Who! Why else would the Death Eaters be here? They wouldn't dare to come to Hogwarts! But they had. Why? James's thoughts were interrupted when You-Know-Who spoke.

"Well, well. Little Harry, here to save your friends. You see love makes you weak. You come straight to me just to save your worthless friends, for love will be your downfall" Voldemort spoke in a high, cold voice that suggested no amount of mercy. His voice made James's blood run cold. He was so scared that he couldn't move a muscle and You-Know-Who wasn't even talking to him! Then the other one (Harry?) spoke.

"You're wrong about that Voldemort."