The Brown-Eyed Boy

Three (after the match)

Out of nowhere, Fred and George started singing random words. I had no clue what they were on about. Suddenly, Ron walked in and stood in the centre of the room.
"There's no one like Krum!" He shouted.
"Krum?" George repeated.
"Dumb Krum!" Fred joked.
"It's like a bird the way he rides the wind!" Ron yelled again, as George and Fred pretended to be birds, flapping their arms around. Fred attacked him with a massive green and white flag.
"He's more than an athlete, he's an artist!"
"I think you're in love, Ron," Ginny tormented.
"Shut up!" He snapped back.
"Viktor I love you!" George sang.
"Viktor I do!" Fred sang back.
"When we're apart my heart beats only for you!" Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and I joined in together.
George attacked Ron with a pillow, playfully. I laughed, and watched from behind him. Suddenly, there was screaming, and banging outside. Arthur stopped in his tracks and stared to the opening of the tent.
"Sounds like the Irish you got there fried on," Fred laughed.
"It's not the Irish," Arthur quickly replied, running towards us. He put his hand on Ginny's shoulder. "We have to get out of here."
I ran to George and Fred and we ran outside. Fire licked the tents around us like a dragon, and a dark, thick cloud swarmed the sky. Several soldier-looking people stormed towards us, their faces covered with masks. They wore long black cloaks and tall witch-like hats. I screamed, fear racing through my blood. Around us, people ran away.
"Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility!" Arthur shouted.
The twins grabbed Ginny's wrists and she hid in the middle of them.
"Stay safe, love, I'll see you as soon as we get back, be careful!" George insisted.
"I will, Georgie," I smiled, scared.
Him and Fred hugged me goodbye and I ran the opposite way. I could hear spells being fired around me. Soon after, I was trapped in a crowd of screaming people. I tried to run towards Arthur who was in the distance, with Hermione and Ron. As I got closer, I tripped and fell to the floor. Around me, people continued to run, nobody noticed me. My vision blurred and I suddenly felt dizzy. I lay my head back on the floor, and my eyes fluttered Shut.

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After a few moments, I woke up. I had fallen unconscious. I couldn't see anyone around me. I pulled myself to my feet, noticing the tents were burnt, some of them were just a pile of soot on the floor. Burnt to a crisp. Parts of the grass were as black as the night. As I looked around, I spotted Harry, lay on the floor. I gasped and ran over to him as fast as I could. Carefully, I shook him until he opened his eyes.
"Harry, Harry, are you okay?" I quickly asked, whispering.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, we need to go," he answered.
I pulled him up and turned to face the same direction as him. There was a man stood in the open field. He held up his wand and began to speak. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but it wasn't good. A bright green light shot out of his wand and formed a skull in the sky. A snake figure came out of the skull slowly, hissing quietly. Fearfully, I grabbed Harry's arm. A twig snapped between beneath my foot. The man in the distance who cast the spell quickly turned to face us. As he saw us, he began to walk towards us, his jacket flying uncontrollably behind him.
"Harry! Y/n!" I heard someone shout, it sounded a lot like Hermione.
"Harry! Y/n!" Someone else repeated. It was Ron and Hermione.
Hermione pulled me towards her and Ron pulled Harry. The man ran away from us and disappeared into the night when several other people came and surrounded us. It was the Ministry. "Stupefy!" They all shouted.
We ducked down to the floor and grabbed onto each other.
"Hey! That's my son!" Arthur yelled running towards us. He pushed through the Ministry members and hurried to us. "Ron, Harry, Hermione, Y/n, are you okay?"
We nodded together. My hands were shaking and my legs went numb.
"Y/n, George is worried sick about you, you told him you'd get home. He won't leave his room at the Burrow," Arthur turned to me.
I followed Arthur with the others and we got away from the field.