Silver Hourglass

Death Eater's at the Manor Chapter 30

"You better hope your mother doesn't hear about you two gambling." Mr. Weasley said to the twins as they made their way down from the Top Box. They were too busy counting their winnings, nodding at their father. "Don't worry dad," Fred said gleefully, "we've got big plans for this money. We don't want it confiscated."

Mr. Weasley looked as if he wanted to ask what these big plans were, but decided against it. Outside the stadium people were celebrating, the Irish fans singing and dancing raucously. Leprechauns kept shooing over their heads, crackling and waving their lanterns as several drunken wizards fired off magical fireworks. The group returned to their tent and shared a cup of hot cocoa. Mr. Weasley sat in his chair, mug in hand and listened to the Irish celebrating. "Oh I'm glad I'm not on duty," he said. "I wouldn't fancy having to go and tell the Irish they've got to stop celebrating."

He sent everyone to change into their pajamas and bed and Harry laid in his, thinking about the game. He really wanted to talk with Viktor Krum about Quidditch. He closed his eyes and imagined himself as a professional Quidditch Player. He envisioned him and Draco flying around, Bagman yelling "I give you... DRACO MALFOY! AND HARRY MALFOY!" Harry fell asleep to the sound of thunderous applause as thousands of witches and wizards cheer for him, at least he thought he fell asleep because suddenly he heard Mr. Weasley shouting. "Get up! Ron—Harry—come on now, get up, this is urgent!"

Harry sat up quickly and almost hit his head. "'S' matter?" he said.

He could tell something was wrong. The noises in the campsite has changed, the singing has stopped. He could hear screams, and the sound of people running. He slipped out and reached for his clothes, but Mr. Weasley, who pulled his jeans over his pajamas, said "No time, Harry—just grab a jacket and get outside—quickly!"

Harry did as he was told and hurried outside the tent, Ron and Hermione at his heels. By the light of a few fires Harry could see people fleeing into the woods, screams filling the air. Tents were on fire as fireballs shot out. "Run! Run! It's the Death Eaters!" a person yelled among the screams. Mr. Weasley stared in horror and yelled "Get back to the portkey everybody and stick together! Fred, George Ginny is your responsibility!" He pulled out his wand, along with Bill, Charlie, and Percy and ran into the crowd. "Harry!" Hermione yelled as the crowd already started to push them away from each other. Harry looked at a crowd of wizards tightly packed in the distance. Some wands were pointed upwards and Harry looked and saw to his horror Muggleborns' contorted bodies, flailing in the firelight. "Harry!" Hermione yelled out again as Harry tried to push passed the crowd. Harry looked behind him and caught a better look at the Death Eaters. They wore black hooded robes and silver masks, the ones ooon the outside were causing fire to the tents tomorrow while the inner Death Eaters kept their wands pointed up, keeping the Muggleborns in the air contorting them into sickly shapes. Robed wizards joined the group as they marched on, pointing at the bodies and laughing. Harry turned and started to run away also, joining the screaming mob as Hermione's voice grew silent among the crowd. Harry tripped and felt someone push him. His head hit first as he fell on the ground, his vision going as he became unconscious.

He awoken to the smell of smoke and ash, his head ringing as groaned. He heard nothing but a footstep as he looked up a man in the distance. He couldn't see any features, but he saw the man raised his arm. "MORSMORDRE!"

And something vast, green, and glittering erupted from the wand and into the sky. For a split second Harry thought it was another leprechaun formation. Then he realized that it was a colossal skull, comprised of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue. It rose higher and higher in the sky and Harry looked down to see that the man vanished. Suddenly there was a scream and hands grabbed him. "Harry!" Hermione said as she and Ron pulled him up. "Come on Harry we have to go!"