YN x George Weasley

45

You were exactly where Draco thought you were.

And, thankfully, Voldemort had put some clothes on.

Voldemort stroked Pettigrew's cheek like a he was an ugly, ugly dog. He thanked his servant, waved his wand and gave him a new silvery hand.

The beautiful Cedric Diggory still laid face down in the dirt. But you saw him stirring, as if he wanted to look towards the person talking.

Harry was whining like a baby but it now seemed to be the scar's fault and not the laceration across his cheek.

Voldemort pressed down on his forearm and the dark mark appeared in the sky, a skull with a snake slithering out of its mouth.

As he did that, an actual snake slithered across the ground, writhing around voldemort's feet.

You hated snakes.

Hooded figures started to circle around the little cult you five had formed. They were wearing freaky masks and dark colors and just looked plain evil.

You had a feeling shit was about to get real.