Ivy Potter, Year Four | Raised By The Malfoys

Chapter Fifteen: Sorry

          "Ivy! Ivy!" faint voices woke me.

          "Ivy! Ivy! Where are you?!" people called.

          I sat up and held my pounding head. Screw you, whoever kicked me. Squinting, I crawled on the grass and smelled smoke from the burning tents scattered around the campground. I saw a body on the ground and quickly went to it. It was Harry.

          "Harry! Harry!" I panicked and shook him.

          "Nn. Ivy?" he groaned.

         His glasses were on the ground beside him and I put them on him. We looked around and saw a man a few yards from us. He casted a spell in the sky and revealed a skull with a snake emerging from up made up of smoke. The man saw us and started to come near us. Suddenly, other people were approaching us and he ran away.

          "Ivy!" Ron yelled and threw himself on me.

          I was on my back and Ron was hugging me. He was shaking and I hugged him tightly. Harry helped us both up. The people who approached us were Mr. Weasley with his older sons, Percy, and some ministry officials. One of them was Percy's boss, Barty Crouch Senior. Ron held my hand tightly and told us that the mark in the sky was the Death Mark. He explained that Death Eaters attacked the campground and that the mark was left by Death Eaters whenever someone was murdered by them. Bill looked me over and Charlie also looked worried. Mr. Weasley brought us back to the tent and the twins engulfed me in a hug.

          "Love, we were so worried about you," they said softly.

         "I'm sorry," I said tearfully.

          I hugged everyone and that night I slept with the twins.

          "Ivy?" Fred asked.

          He was sleeping on his side and was holding me around my waist as his head was on my right shoulder, "Yes, Fred?"

          "I'm so happy you're safe," he confessed.

          I kissed his forehead.

          "Ivy?" George asked.

          He was sleeping on his side too and was holding me around my waist as well since his head was on my left shoulder, "Yes, George?"

          "I'm happy you're safe, too," he confessed.

          I also kissed his forehead.

          "I love you both. Goodnight," I confessed and stroked their backs.

         "We love you, too. Goodnight, love," they said sleepily.

          The three of us fell asleep together and in the morning, the twins held my hands on the way back to the portkey. The Diggorys had also returned before us and our group soon returned to the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley ran out to hug the twins. Inside, she showed us the Daily Prophet article about the incident and she was filled with guilt that the twins and her fought without makeup before they left for the Quidditch World Cup. Mr. Weasley and Percy had to return to the ministry because of the negative false information in one of the articles by Rita Skeeter. Charlie tended to my head injury but didn't say much. I spent the day sending letters that I was safe and looking forward to returning to Hogwarts to the friends I saw at the tournament and I wrote a more heartfelt letter to Draco to let him know I was safe. I knew he felt my injury and I knew I had to break this bond.