T H E U N E X P E C T E D H A P P E N S "Voldemort was back."
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"DON'T TELL YOUR MOTHER you've been gambling," Mr. Weasley implored Fred and George as they slowly made their way down the purple-carpeted stairs.
"Don't worry, Dad," Fred said gleefully, "we've got big plans for this money. We don't want it confiscated."
Mr. Weasley looked for a moment as though he was going to ask what these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon reflection, that he didn't want to know.
They were soon caught up in the crowds now flooding out of the stadium and back to their campsites. Raucous singing was borne toward them on the night air as they retraced their steps along the lantern-lit path, and leprechauns kept shooting over their heads, cackling and waving their lanterns.
When they finally reached the tents, nobody felt like sleeping at all, and given the level of noise around them, Mr. Weasley agreed that they could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in. They 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 spilt hot chocolate all over the floor that Mr. Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays and in- sisted that everyone goes to bed.
Aurora, Hermione and Ginny went into the next tent, and Harry and the rest of the Weasleys changed into pyjamas and clambered into their bunks. From the other side of the campsite, they could still hear much singing and the odd echoing bang.
Aurora got changed into her pyjamas and climbed up to the top bunk. None of the girls said anything. Aurora could hear the boys talking from the other room.
Aurora stared at the ceiling, instead of falling asleep. It felt like she had too many tabs open in her brain, and she couldn't delete them until she got the answers she wanted. She must have been staring at the ceiling for a while because the room was quiet. She suddenly got an uneasy feeling in her body. She remembered her vision and what Voldemort had said. He'd mention something about the Quidditch World Cup and - Aurora's eyes widened in horror. She suddenly realised what was going to happen. She sat upright, and in a matter of moments, she heard screaming as well.
She woke the girls up immediately. They all looked confused and sleepy but when they heard the screaming, their eyes widened and understood what Aurora was trying to tell them. Mr. Weasley must have heard the commotion as well because he was getting the boys up as well. Aurora grabbed her jacket and went over to Harry and Ron.
"Get up! Ron — Harry — come on now, get up, this is urgent!" Mr. Weasley said in a panicked voice.
Harry sat up quickly and the top of his head hit the canvas. Aurora tried to suppress a grin. " 'S' matter?" he said.
The noises in the campsite had changed. The singing had stopped. She could hear screams and the sound of people running. Harry slipped down from the bunk and reached for his clothes, but Mr. Weasley, who had pulled on his jeans over his own pyjamas, said, "No time, Harry — just grab a jacket and get outside — quickly!"
