Y/n Potter and the Wizarding World

Dark Marks And The Hogwarts Express

Mr Weasley: Don’t tell your mother you’ve been gambling.

Mr. Weasley implored Fred and George as they all made their way slowly down the purple-carpeted stairs.

Fred: Don’t worry, Dad.

Said Fred gleefully.

George: 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.

Fred & George Krum! Krum! Krum! There's no one like Krum. -Krum? -Dumb Krum?

Ron: He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete.

Y/n: Dumb Krum.

Ron: He's an artist.

Ginny: I think you're in love, Ron.

Ron: Shut up.

Harry/Fred/George: Viktor, I love you Viktor, I do When we're apart My heart beats only for you.

Sarah: This reminds me of someone.

Fred: Sounds like the lrish have got their pride on.

Mr Weasley: Stop! Stop it! lt's not the lrish. We've gotta get out of here. Now!

By the light of the few fires that were still burning, he could see people running away into the woods, fleeing something that was
moving across the field toward them, something that was emitting odd flashes of light and noises like gunfire. Loud jeering, roars of laughter, and drunken yells were drifting toward them then came a burst of strong green light, which illuminated the scene. A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field. Y/n squinted at them. They didn’t seem to have faces. Then he realized that their heads were hooded and their
faces masked. High above them, floating along in midair, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes. It was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisible strings that rose from the wands into the air. Two of the figures were very small.

Mr Weasley: Get out, it's the Death Eaters! Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together! Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility. Go!

Bill, Charlie, and Percy were already sprinting away toward the oncoming marchers; Mr. Weasley tore after them. Ministry wizards were dashing from every direction toward the source of the trouble.
The crowd beneath the Roberts family was coming ever closer.

Fred: C’mon.

Said Fred, grabbing Ginny’s hand and starting to pull her toward the wood. Y/n, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sarah and George followed. They all looked back as they reached the trees. The crowd beneath the Roberts family was larger than ever; they could see the Ministry wizards trying to get through it to the hooded wizards in
the center, but they were having great difficulty. It looked as though they were scared to perform any spell that might make the Roberts family fall.
The colored lanterns that had lit the path to the stadium had been extinguished. Dark figures were blundering through the trees
children were crying; anxious shouts and panicked voices were reverberating around them in the cold night air. Harry felt himself being pushed hither and thither by people whose faces he could not see. When suddenly Y/n lost sight of the group as he trips over a fallen body and Hermione trying to reach for him as she's been pushed back by the running crowd.