HER, fred weasley

3 - aftermath

You've probably noticed that I've been leaving a few things out in each chapter, like the Portkey, meeting Cedric. I'm trying to make these first few chapters very vague until we get to the main part of the plot, which means lots of time skips. I also realize that it doesn't make sense on how Callie used the Portkey if she was asleep, so let's just pretend she was awake for that part.

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"There's no one like Krum," Ron gushed. "He's like a bird, the way he rides. He's more than an athlete, he's an artist."

Everyone was laying around the tent after the game, it had been incredibly exciting, the Irish had won 170-160. The adrenaline had worn off me now, and I found myself growing sleepy on the small couch. There were still people screaming and cheering outside, cracking open bottles of butterbeer and firewhiskey.

"I think you're in love, Ron," Ginny teased, walking past him.

Fred and George suddenly jumped up, pouncing around and pulling Ron into their little charade. "Viktor I love you, Viktor I do! When we're apart my heart beats for you!"

Me and Hermione were laughing wildly, the boys where prancing around and singing, and the team I was rooting for had won. Today might've been my favorite day this whole summer.

"Again, boys! Viktor I love you—"

"Stop! Stop!" Mr Weasley suddenly burst in the tent, looking panicked with his eyes wide. Why wasn't he celebrating with us? "That's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here, now!"

He grabbed Fred and George's shirts, pushing them towards Ginny, "We have to get back to the Portkey, get into groups and don't get lost. Ginny's your responsibility."

My mind wasn't connecting the dots. What was going on out there? What was so bad that people were screaming? George grabbed the top of my arm and held it tightly, his other arm latching onto Ginny's as he yanked us out. The campsite looked completely different from earlier, tents were on fire and there were hooded figures carrying torches and destroying everything.

A lady ahead of us in her nightgown got flipped over in the air, her gown flying down and showing everyone her undergarments. That was so incredibly sick, it made my eyes water with empathy for her. I cant imagine how she's feeling. Who could ever do such a horrible thing?

"Into the forest!" Fred yelled over the noise, looking back every second as we ran to make sure none of us were left behind. At one point, I stumbled on a tree root and almost got lost in the crowd, but George's grip on me was so tight that he would've taken my arm.

We ran deep into the forest like children playing a game of tag. Perhaps I should've left a trail of breadcrumbs so we wouldn't get lost. Finally, Fred sat Ginny down on the ground next to him, wrapping his arms around her crying body. George and I sat infront of them, leaning on eachother for support and protection.

It felt like hours before I finally spoke up, my voice shaking with fear. "How long do we stay out here for?"

George shifted around on the hard dirty ground, still using a whisper. "Till they stop screaming."

Fred didn't utter a word, though his eyes were searching the dark trees surrounding us to see if anything was lurking. We could barely hear the yelling due to how far in the woods we went. It had died down. Was everything okay or was everyone dead?

I thought of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, only fourteen and left stranded on their own. What if they were injured somewhere or separated from each other? Or my best friend, Angelina, laying somewhere with her poor father. The pure thought made me take in a deep breath to swallow down a lump of tears. Me crying wouldn't help anything right now. I was so scared for our lives.