We came back from the world cup, and here I had already changed into my black suit style sleepwear, and sat on one of the bunk beds, as we revelled in the merrymaking. And Ron was going on and on, like a silly, dumb fan girl, about his muse Viktor Krum.
"Toodle........doodle......doodle.......................dooooooooo"sang everyone, when Ron bursted out about the Bulgarian, dumb bon bon of a seeker, Viktor Krum.
"There's no one like Krum..........."he sighed when I saw the twins smirk at each other.
"Krum?"they said.
"Dumb Krum."I said.
"He like a bird, the way he he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete, he's an artist."he gasped drooling off. Eww.........he is so behaving like a gay. Which I hope he's not, or Mrs. Weasley will certainly not be pleased. And right then, Ginny and all of us decided to tease him for his fan girl behaviour.
"I think you are in love Ron."cooed Ginny, as Hermione and I snickered.
"Shut it Ginny."said Ron as he threw the red Bulgarian flag over her.
"Viktor I love you!"Fred began singing.
"Viktor I do!"sang George in an opera tone. And we soon joined in.
"When we're apart, my heart beats only for you........"we sang pulling Ron's leg. Much to his irritation.That's when I heard a loud BOOM and I shivered with fear. But, soon it subsided.
"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on."laughed Fred, as we all agreed. Mr. Weasley went and checked as he closed the flap of the tent, his face filled with panic. Holy Merlin! Never seen Mr. Weasley so frightened. What could it be?
"Stop! Stop it! It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here."he said. We immediately ran as we followed his command. I hid my yew wand in my inner pocket, so if anyone tried to steal it, at least, I could feel it. We soon got out of the tent to see people panicking and running around, like in a riot.
"Run!Get Out! It's the Death Eaters!" cried out one. What?! That bloody Voldemort's followers?
"Get back to the Portkey everyone, and stick together."said Mr. Weasley."Fred, George..........Ginny is your responsibility."he instructed. We ran following his instructions. And I ran for my life, I saw the damn Death Eaters.They wore black robes, with pointed black hoods and masks covered their faces, as they walked and marched the campsite chanting away ominously.The crowd panicked and rushed, as I ran, not knowing that I had ran way away, separating from my brother and my friends.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Barty's P.O.V.:-
I was done with watching the world cup. And at the world cup, I could see everything under the invisibility cloak my so called father had given me. Moments ago, there were my master's traitorous followers, who had left him. And I could not go to my master, because I was taken to Askaban, after which my father tricked me out of the prison, only to imprison me at home with the Imperius Curse. And as soon as I fought, I was put under the spell again. Only a month ago, had my master, The Dark Lord, come to my house and rescued me, and now he was like a baby, a damaged soul, who would soon rise to power, again. He had given me the job to gather the other Death Eaters, and so, here I was walking in the damaged, burnt and dilapidated camp site. I walked through the rumbles, kicking the obstructions and glass bottle away, as I pointed my wand to the dark black, night sky.
"Morsmordre"I chanted, casting the curse in the air.I grinned with delight, as I saw, green light appear, with a skull head, opening its jaws to reveal a snake crawling out of its mouth. The Dark Mark. The mark of my Lord. I smiled with happiness, as I looked at the mark, when I heard a twig snap. I turned to see a boy with messy, jet black hair, a lanky boy of around fourteen looking at me, when I heard an uproar. I ran for my life.
I kept on running. I cannot be caught out of the ruddy prison again, I do not want to return to Askaban. And as I ran, I collided with someone, as I saw the person fall. My eyes fell on her to see a pretty young girl, as I felt myself get pulled to her. She was a brunette with hazel brown doe eyes, and a petite figure, the most beautiful girl, I had ever layed my eyes on. She was fourteen and wore some sort of sleeping clothes in black, which looked like a suit and some slippers.She immediately got up, and I could not help but go on staring at her, like some angel on the earth. I felt genuine happiness when I looked at her.
But she turned and ran away.
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The Fatal Enchantment
FanfictionAlexia Amelia Potter is Harry Potter's younger twin sister. She looks exactly like her father, apart from her mother's feminine features and brightness. But, very few knew about her, that too only her friends. Not until, she gets attracted to a man...
