Enemies or More Than Friends (Harry Potter love story)

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Harry’s P.O.V

“Don’t tell your mother you’ve been gambling.” Mr Weasley implored Fred and George, as we all made our way slowly 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 seems to decide, upon reflection, that he didn’t want to know.

We soon caught up in the crowd now flooding out of the stadium and back to their campsites Rose left when she got out but not before saying goodbye. I know I have a crush on her and I hope to see her in Gryffindor. Raucous singing was borne towards them on the night air as we retraced our steps along the lantern-lit path, and Leprechauns kept shooting over our heads, cackling and waving their lanterns. When we finally reached our tent, nobody felt like sleeping at all and, given the level of noise around us, Mr Weasley agreed that we could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in. We were all 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 spilled hot chocolate all over the floor that Mr Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays, and insisted that everyone went to bed. Hermione and Ginny went into the next tent, and me and the rest of the Weasleys changed into pyjamas and clambered into our bunks. From the other side of the campsite they could still hear much singing, and the odd echoing bang.

“Oh I am glad I’m not on duty.” Mr Weasley muttered sleepily, I wouldn’t fancy having to go and tell the Irish they’ve got to stop celebrating.”

I was on the top bunk with Ron on the bottom one I laid on my bed staring up at the canvas ceiling of the tent, watching the glow of an occasional leprechaun lantern flying overhead, I didn’t know if I dosed off or fell asleep but suddenly Mr Weasley was shouting.

“Get up Ron – Harry – come on now, get up, this is urgent!

I sat up quickly and the top of my head hit canvas.

“’S’ matter?” I asked.

Dimly, I could tell that something was wrong. The noises in the campsite had changed. The singing had stopped. I could hear screams, and the sound of people running

I slipped down from my bunk, and reached for my 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           !”

I did as I was told, and hurried out of the tent, Ron at my heels.

By the lights of a few fires that were still burning, I could see people running away into the woods, fleeing something that was moving across the field towards them, something that was emitting odd flashes of light, and noises like gunfire. Loud jeering, roars of laughter and drunken yells were drifting towards them, and 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 upwards, was marching slowly across the field. I squinted at them … they didn’t seem to have faces … then I realised that their heads were hooded and their faces masked.

C’mon.” Fred said and grabbing Ginny’s Hand and started to pull her towards the wood. Ron, Hermione, George and I followed. I heard a girl scream I looked and saw Rose running towards the forest as well I wave to her. “Rose over here!” I yelled she heard me and ran towards me I grabbed her and pulled her with me towards the forest.