Who am I? || DISCONTINUED

Chapter 9: Death Eaters

Reanna's P.O.V

When we finally reached the tents, nobody felt like sleeping at all, and given the level of noise around us, Mr. Weasley agreed that we could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in. We were soon arguing enjoyably about the match; Mr. Weasley got drawn into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and it was only when Ginny fell asleep right at the tiny table and spilled hot chocolate all over the floor that Mr. Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays and insisted that everyone go to bed. Hermione, Ginny and I walked out the tent flap and entered our tent. We all got changed and climbed into our mattresses. The three of us talked for a while, before Mr. Weasley walked in and shushed us all and sent us to bed.

"Girls! Ginny! Hermione! Reanna! Get up!" Mr. Weasley's voice woke me up.

I sat up in fright. All of us girls scrambled up and looked at Mr. Weasley, confused. Something was wrong. Loud noises could be heard from outside our tent. The singing had stopped. I could hear screams, and the sound of people running.

"Out! Come on out of the tent!!" Mr. Weasley said hurriedly.

I went to get changed but Mr. Weasley stopped and told me to just grab a jacket and go. Us three girls ran outside and we met the boys. By the light of the few fires that were still burning, I could see people running away into the woods, fleeing something that was moving across the field toward them, something that was emitting odd flashes of light and noises like gunfire. Loud jeering, roars of laughter, and drunken yells were drifting toward us; then came a burst of strong green light, which illuminated the scene.

A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field. I squinted at them....They didn't seem to have faces....Then I realized that their heads were hooded and their faces masked. High above them, floating along in midair, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes. It was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisible strings that rose from the wands into the air. More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled and fell as the marching crowd swelled. Once or twice I saw one of the marchers blast a tent out of his way with his wand. Several caught fire. The screaming grew louder.

A muggle child was now being lifted up into the air. He was screaming, screaming for his mother and father. I grabbed Ginny's hand.

"Don't look, come one." And I hauled her away. A horror-struck look was plastered on her face. Bill, Charlie, and Percy emerged from the boys' tent, fully dressed, with their sleeves rolled up and their wands out.

"We're going to help the Ministry!" Mr. Weasley shouted over all the noise, rolling up his own sleeves. "You lot - get into the woods, and stick together. I'll come and fetch you when we've sorted this out!"

Bill, Charlie, and Percy were already sprinting away toward the oncoming marchers; Mr. Weasley tore after them. Ministry wizards were dashing from every direction toward the source of the trouble.

"C'mon," Fred said, grabbing my hand and started pulling me towards the woods. My hands slipped from Ginny's and I was about to run back to get here when I saw that she was safe with George. She sent me a sort of reassuring smile. We all ran into the woods and hid there. Fred and I sat by a tree trunk and Ginny and George sat opposite us.

I talked in a hushed voice with Fred while looking around the clearing for any sign of Ron, Harry and Hermione. Suddenly, something vast, green, and glittering erupted from a patch of darkness. It flew up over the treetops and into the sky. It was a colossal skull, composed of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue. As we all watched, it rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze of greenish smoke, etched against the black sky like a new constellation.