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Chapter 4

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"HA HA! WHAT DID I TELL YOU? WHAT DID I TELL YOU? LOSER, YOU'RE A LOSER!"

George was screaming in my face, telling me about how right he was about Ireland winning. I rolled my eyes and shoved him away.

"Whatever, Krum still caught the snitch!"

"But Ireland won!"

"And? Bulgaria is still better!"

"Plus, Viktor Krum is fitter than all the Irish players!" Ginny chimed in. I wagged my finger in her face.

"Ginevra Weasley! You can't steal Ronald's boyfriend, back off!" I yelled at her.

Everyone started laughing and Ron threw a pillow at me. "Shut up, Ange!"

"Make me!" I retorted, sticking my tongue out at him. He stood up and grabbed another pillow, charging at me. I screamed and grabbed one of my own, hitting him in the face with it before he could get to me. Ron fell on the floor and I jumped on top of him, slamming my pillow into his face.

"Harry!" he gasped out. "GET YOUR CRAZY SISTER OFF ME!"

I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and attempt to pull me up, but only loosened a second later.

"Merlin, Angie!" Harry laughed. "What on earth have you been eating?"

"Sugar Quills!" I yelled. "Loads of Sugar Quill - Aah! Harry, stop!" Harry had began to tickle me under my arms and a couldn't stop laughing. He pulled me off of Ron, but didn't stop tickling me. "H-Harry! Stop! I-I c-can't breathe!"

"STOP!" Mr Weasley suddenly cried. "Stop it, both of you!"

Harry let go of me and everyone looked at Mr Weasley in alarm. We could hear shouts and screams outside, and the sounds of hundreds of people running.

"Sounds like the Irish are getting their pride on," Fred commented.

"That's not the Irish." Mr Weasley said grimly. "Everyone, grab a jacket and go outside, now!"

We all did as instructed and ran out of the tent. From the light of some of the fires still blazing, I could see people running away from something coming towards us. I looked closer, and it seened there was an army, of some sort. They where all dressed in black, almost invisible in the night and they wore masks over their faces with tall, pointed hoods. They all had their wands out and were shooting jets of red and green light at random people.

"What's going on?" I exclaimed, clinging onto Harry. Mr Weasley came out the tent and looked at all of us, making sure we were all there.

"Right, everyone. You all need to get back to the portkey immediately. I'm serious. I have to go and help the ministry sort this out. Fred, George," the two fifteen-year-olds straightened their backs as they were being addressed. "Evangeline and Ginny are your responsibility." Fred grabbed my hand whilst George grabbed Ginny's. "Harry, Ron and Hermione. You three stick together no matter what. Now go!"

Fred pulled me away from the tent, going in the direction of the woods. Ginny and George were beside us, but Harry, Ron and Hermione had gone in a different direction. Children were crying, adults were screaming and people were yelling out cries and pleas of loved one's names. We were being tossed around carelessly by the crowd and at one point, my hand slipped from Fred's. That was all it took for me to get lost.

"Fred?" I shouted. "Fred? Ginny! George!"

I looked around for their familiar red hair but they were no where to be seen. The crowd was pushing past me roughly and I was becoming more terrified by the minute. A man had shoved past me so hard that I fell to the floor, almost getting trampled in the process. I crawled over to the edge of the field where no one was running and curled up into a ball. And then, somehow, over all the screams, I heard sniffling to my far left. I looked, and huddled beside a tree, was little boy.