Set after watching the Quidditch World Cup. You, Ron, Fred and George are singing around the table.
Your pov:
🎵 "Victor I love you Victor I doo, whenever we're apart, my heart beats only for youu-" 🎵
We all start laughing and I head back to where Ginny and Hermione are sitting.
*Boom*
"sounds like the Irish have got their pride on" George says jokingly.
Screams can be heard from outside our tent along with crashes and bangs; Arthur scrambles into the tent with worry and alarm painted over his face.
"It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here, now."
Immediately, I glance at Ron and we dash towards each other. Grabbing onto his arm, we hurriedly step out of the warm tent into destruction.
People are running in every direction as everything around us is being burst into flames. Panic spreads throughout my body and I squeeze Ron's arm even tighter.
"Fred and George, take hermione and Ginny to the port key. Y/N, Ron and Harry follow them the same way. Make sure to stick in your groups!" Arthur runs in the opposite direction, helping others escape.
I make sure that Harry is next to us and we head towards the port key, keeping right behind Fred and George.
I glance behind me and see Harry being trampled by the never ending crowds ploughing their way to safety.
"HARRY!" I scream, "SOMEONE HELP HIM!" but it's no use. Me and Ron are dragged away before we have the chance to go back.
"We'll find him, Y/n, but let's just get to safety for the time being, ok?" Ron looks down at me reassuringly. I give him a slight nod before we head into a nearby forest and crouch behind a rock.
As I'm peeking over the rock, searching the area for Harry, Ron gives me a tap on my shoulder.
I don't turn around as I'm too busy trying to process what had happened to us mere seconds ago. Ron's hand has now travelled down to the small of my back, as if he is trying to comfort me.
I sigh and turn to face him. He gives me a lopsided smile to try and make me feel better (which somewhat worked, because I couldn't help but admire his features). I half-smile back at him to show him that I appreciate his efforts.
"Y/n, Harry is going to be fine. Please just try to somewhat relax and collect yourself for a moment." he says, patting a spot closer to him.
"I - I can't. Not now. Just because Harry has been able to get out of many dangerous situations doesn't mean that he will this time too. He's our best friend, I can't not be worried about him." I state, a look of complete seriousness on my face.
After a small silence, Ron gets closer to me, peeking over the rock too. I feel his arm snake around me and pull me closer. The fact that we are only friends baffles me; I just don't want to tell him how I feel unless if I'm 110% sure he likes me back.
We make eye contact for a split second, but I'm too focused on finding Harry to think about my feelings right now.
A few minutes pass and the field is nothing but ash and people's belongings scattered along the desolate area. I decide that this is our chance to look for him.
I give Ron a quick nod and we both get up, hurriedly running back to the field. "Harry?!" I whisper shout, seeing a figure in the distance. He runs towards us and wraps his arms around us, making sure we are ok. I do the same, grabbing his cheeks to check for any injuries, and then fixing his glasses with my wand.
"Thank goodness you're ok, we were worried sick!" I say, looking him up and down.
"Been looking for you for ages. We thought we lost you" Ron adds.
"Don't worry, I can handle myself. We should get out of here while we still can. I saw someone, and he didn't look friendly in the slightest. He cast whatever THAT is in the sky."
"Cast wha-" I'm cut off by my own astonishment as I gape at the ghostly skull which has a snake slithering through it.
I grasp Ron's wrist and quietly gulp. Ron's face is pale and we both look at each other in fright.
Suddenly, we are surrounded by people who don't even hesitate to fire at us. We all crouch down to the floor, narrowly missing being hit.
"STOP! that's my son!" Arthur approaches us and they stop firing. "are you alright?" he asks us. We silently nod, still shaken by the sudden attack.
"Now, which one of you conjured this?!" shouts Barty Crouch Sr, a ministry of magic official.
"Sir, you can't possibly think that we-" I'm cut off by him.
"DO NOT LIE! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!"
Harry pipes up, "Crime? what crime?"
"It's his mark Harry, it was his followers that did this." I inform him.
"the ones in the masks?" I nod with a sorrowful expression on my face.
Barty turns to his co workers, "follow me." They all turn to leave when Harry suddenly says, "there was a man. Before. There." he points into the distance.
"All of you, this way. Quickly, come on!" They all stride away into the lingering fog. All four of us stand in silence for a minute.
"Harry, who?" asks Arthur. "I dunno.. I didn't see his face." we all stare out into the distance before heading off to the port key.
Harry is in a conversation with Arthur as we trek back to the boot. Me and Ron are holding hands; we haven't let go since we started walking. A few tears streak down my face and I turn my head to the side so he wouldn't see me.
"Y/n, look at me, please."
"What if I don't want to?" I half chuckle. But he doesn't laugh. I slowly turn my head to look at him. His eyes scan my face, and he notices my wet cheeks. By now, we have come to a complete stop.
He runs his thumb along my cheek and then tucks my hair behind my ear. "We're going to figure all of this out, and I promise to keep you safe no matter what it takes, ok?"
I sadly smile and whisper "ok." Leaning in slightly, he kisses my forehead and brings me into a warm, comfortable hug, rubbing my back softly.
We pull away and start to walk again, his hand in mine.
This year is going to be anything but normal.
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