Triwizard or rather, Pentawizard Tornament

Chapter 3

The once lively place was desolate and cold. The full moon illuminated the dust the wind was blowing. It felt...sorrowful.

"This place gives me the chills." Ron declared.

"Don't worry. They're gone, probably." Hermione unconvincingly assured him.

"Where did you guys last see him?" Lucy wondered.

"Don't know. It all looks the same to me." Ron shrugged before shouting, "Harry! Where are you?"

"Harry!" Hermione yelled.

Lucy drew her wand, "Point me. This way!" They traveled in the direction Lucy's wand directed for a few minutes, calling for Harry all along the way, until they spotted him.

"We've been looking for you for ages." Ron exaggerated. "Thought we lost you mate."

"What is that?" Harry exclaimed as he noticed the green skill with a snake slithering out of it's mouth.

Just then billowing dust headed right for the young wizards turned into ministry wizards and cast "Stupefy". The four ducked, the spells narrowly missing them.

"Stop! That's my son!" Arthur pushed past the officials. "Ron, Harry, Hermione, Lucy, are you alright?"

"Which of you conjured it? Do not lie! You've been discovered at the scene of the crime!" The main official demanded.

"What crime?" Harry questioned.

"It's the dark mark Harry, it's His mark." Hermione whispered.

"Voldemort. Those people tonight, in the masks, they're his too, aren't they, his followers?" Harry asked, and Arthur Weasley nodded. "Death Eaters."

"Follow me." The lead official ordered his subordinates.

"There was a man, before, there!" Harry pointed.

"A man Harry? Who?" Arthur inquired.

"I don't know, I didn't see his face." Harry answered.