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Chapter eleven - let. me. die.

Don't tell your mother you've been gambling," Mr. Weasleyimplored Fred and George as they all made their way slowlydown the purple-carpeted stairs. 

"Don't worry, Dad," said Fred gleefully, "we've got big plans forthis money. We don't want it confiscated."Yn giggled a little bit.

 Mr. Weasley looked for a moment as though he was going to askwhat these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon reflection,that he didn't want to know. 

They were soon caught up in the crowds now flooding out of thestadium and back to their campsites. Raucous singing was bornetoward them on the night air as they retraced their steps along thelantern-lit path, and leprechauns kept shooting over their heads,cackling and waving their lanterns. When they finally reached thetents, nobody felt like sleeping at all, and given the level of noisearound them, Mr. Weasley agreed that they could all have one lastcup of cocoa together before turning in. 

They were soon arguing enjoyably about the match; Mr. Weasley got drawn into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and Yn, Fred and, George were all messing around with Ron and his weird obsession with Victor Krum, and it was only when Ginny fellasleep right at the tiny table and spilled hot chocolate all over thefloor that Mr. Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays and insisted that everyone go to bed.

Yn said goodnight to the twins and Bill and followed Hermione and Ginny to the next tent while the boys went to theirs. 

From the other side of thecampsite, they could still hear much singing and the odd echoingbang. Yn started a conversation with Hermione about how much fun she had today and how excited she was to go to sleep. 

"I feel like I've never been this tired in my life," Yn said running a hand through her (hair color) hair. 

Hermione giggled before asking "even after taking your O. W. L. s?" 

Yn scoffed "Hermione, I know you're not gonna like this but fuck the O. W . L. s! All they do is make kids stress and want to kill themselves. There! I said what everyone is afraid to say!" 

Hermione looked at Yn like she was the craziest person alive but didn't press on the subject. She laid down and said a quick goodnight to Yn and closed her eyes falling into a dreamless sleep. 

Yn on the other hand fell into quite an insane dream. She could barely tell if it was her just fantasizing or if it was actually dreams. What she knew for sure though was that Mr. Weasley was suddenly shouting from the other side of the tent. She shot up from her bed and looked at the slightly opened curtain, eyeing it. 

One moment it was still and then the next Bill ad Charlie came rushing in. 

"W- whats going on?" Yn asked Bill as he helped her put her shoes on.

"No time Yn c'mon hurry! Go, go!" Bill said pushing Yn out of the 'room' and going back to get Ginny up. She saw Fred and George who seemed calm but you could see in their eyes that they were freaking out. 

"Yn! C'mon we gotta go outside!" Fred said pushing the sleepy girl outside. 

When they finally reached the outside of the tent all Yn could see was people running away into the woods, fleeing something that wasmoving across the field toward them, something that was emittingodd flashes of light and noises like gunfire. 

"What-" Yn was gonna say something but was cut off by loud jeering, roars oflaughter and drunken yells were drifting toward them; then camea burst of strong green light, which illuminated the scene.

A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together withwands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across thefield. Ynsquinted at them. . . . They didn't seem to havefaces. . . . Then she realized that their heads were hooded and theirfaces masked. High above them, floating along in midair, fourstruggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes. Itwas as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers,and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisiblestrings that rose from the wands into the air. Two of the figureswere very small.