Mafalda Prewett-Weasley is an...odd child. She prefers the indoors to the outdoors, has an awful over-studying habit, and absolutely despises her cousin Ron. Her journey is just about to begin when she first arrives at Hogwarts, very eager (perhaps...
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The person spoke, raising a wand in the air.
"Morsmorde!"
Suddenly, a green-tinted ball of smoke appeared high above the ruins. In seconds, it had turned into a skull, and a snake emerged from it, slithering across the sky. I actually screamed, which scared whoever had produced this frightening image in the clouds.
Harry's eyes snapped open, and he sat up quickly at my shrieking.
The shadowed person registered that they were not alone, and turned our way. I couldn't see their face, but I was already frightened enough: even more so when they began to approach us ominously.
"HARRY?! MAFALDA?!" Hermione's voice rang out from somewhere close. "HARRY?! WHERE ARE YOU?"
The figure literally sprinted away at the sound. We watched him leave.
Harry looked at me. "Your face," he squinted at it. "It's...bloody."
"Never mind that," I wiped my face with my sleeve.
He got up as Hermione and Ron ran over to us.
"We've been looking for you for ages!" I could tell Ron was talking about Harry. "We thought we lost you, mate." Definitely Harry.
They mostly hugged him, but managed to embrace me for a second or two.
I directed their attention to the sky.
"What is that?" Harry exclaimed.
He then began clutching his forehead: where his scar was. Not a good sign, I was sure.
I was about to tell them about the person, when suddenly eight or so men apparated around us.
They all pointed their wands at us, and shouted, "STUPEFY!"
We managed to duck just in time.
"Stop!" I heard Uncle Arthur's voice. "That's my son and niece!" he shoved past one man to get to us.
"Ron! Mafalda; Harry, Hermione: are you alright?" he helped me up.
I recognized Barty Crouch Senior –Minister of Magic— as he pointed his wand in our faces.
"Which one of you contoured it?!" he yelled.
"Crouch, you can't possibly..." my Uncle tried to reason with him.
"Allies!" he accused us. "You've been discovered at the scene of a crime!"
"Crime," Harry looked awfully confused.
"Honestly, we're just kids! Have you no sense?" I growled back at Crouch.
They all stared at me for a moment.
"For your information, I am the Minster of Magic and I..." he pointed his wand at me threatingly.
"What crime," Harry interrupted him.
"It's the Da..." I began.
"The Dark Mark, Harry: His mark!" Hermione cut me off.
I scowled at her.
"Voldemort? Those people tonight in the masks: they were his followers?" Harry continued.
Uncle Arthur nodded. "Death Eaters,"
Barty Crouch Senior's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Follow me!" he gestured to his men.
I stepped forward. "There was a man! Before: right there!" I pointed.
He raised an eyebrow.
Harry stood next to me. "I saw him too."
This caught him off guard; because, apparently he could trust the word of "The Great Harry Potter", but not an even better educated girl.
"All of you: follow me!" he exclaimed to the others again, desperately.
They all obeyed, and we watched as the Ministry men scrambled over the ruins after their leader.
Uncle Arthur spoke. "What man, kids?"
We both turned around, and exchanged a glance.
"I don't know. Did you get a clear look at his face?" Harry asked me.
I frowned. "Too dark, blast it,"
This got me a look from my Uncle, to which I rolled my eyes.
The Dark Mark still sat up in the sky. We all gazed up at it in disbelief. I couldn't help but feel like the black holes -where the skull's eyes would have been- were staring straight into my soul.
