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Chapter twelve - huh

Your pov

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We finally got back to the tent after ages of walking. No sign of Fred, George, or Ginny yet. 

I just want to sleep. 

Actually, I want to see my boys and then sleep.

Mr. Weasley wasn't being very helpful about what was going on and why the dark mark was conjured or who did it. 

Mr. Weasley was leading Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I through the crowd and backinto the campsite. All was quiet now; there was no sign of themasked wizards, though several ruined tents were still smoking.Charlie's head was poking out of the boys' tent.

"Dad, what's going on?" he called through the dark. "Fred,George and Ginny got back okay, but the others —"

 "I've got them here," said Mr. Weasley, bending down and entering the tent. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I entered after him. 

Bill was sitting at the small kitchen table, holding a bedsheet tohis arm, which was bleeding profusely. Charlie had a large rip in hisshirt, and Percy was sporting a bloody nose. Fred, George, andGinny looked unhurt, though shaken.

My eyes widened when I saw everyone. I felt like I was going to cry. 

"Did you get them, Dad?" said Bill sharply. "The person whoconjured the Mark?""No," said Mr. Weasley. "We found Barty Crouch's elf holding Harry's wand, but we're none the wiser about who actually conjured the Mark."

"What?" said Bill, Charlie, and Percy together. 

"Harry's wand?" said Fred.

"Mr. Crouch's elf ?" said Percy, sounding thunderstruck. 

With some assistance from Harry, Ron, Hermione, Mr.Weasley and I explained what had happened in the woods. When we had finished our story, Percy swelled indignantly. 

Percy and Hermione were yelling at each other but I didn't have the energy to even register what they were saying. 

I looked over at the twins and nodded over to the girls' tent seeing as it was the only place we could have any privacy.

The three of us successfully snuck to the girls' tent and I immediately seized the boys and gave them a tight hug.

General pov

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The two boys hugged the smaller girl back just as tight. Fred scolded the girl while they were still hugging. "Fuck you for letting go! You had no right!" George joined in too "everything was going good till you let go. Ginny was crying, we were worried, not only about you but about what was going on. So yeah, fuck you!"

Your pov 

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At this point, I was already at the brink of tears but this just set it off. 

I cried into their chests "I'm so sorry! I didn't know that was gonna happen! I was so scared, holy shit. I saw the fucking dark mark appear what the fuck. I can't fucking believe I saw that shit, you guys." 

The two boys instantly apologized. "We're so sorry Yn - We didn't want to make you cry!" They said.

"No, it's not you guys, its just- tonights been very stressful. God, I hope the hippies are okay" I said sniffling. 

"Hey Yn, didn't you say that cigarettes help during stressful times?"

Holy shit he's right!

My eyes lit up and I instantly went over to my bag and grabbed the slightly bent cigarette, showing it to the boys.

Bill walked in with a sleeping Ginny and saw the cigarette. He sighed, put Ginny down, and motioned for us to follow him. 

He went to the main tent and then outside. He sat against the side of the tent and pulled a small rectangle box from his shirt pocket. Thankfully his arm had stopped bleeding so he was just left with dried blood on his arm and bloodstains everywhere else. The small box just so happened to be cigarettes. He patted the spot next to him, and I instantly sat, the twins sitting next to me. He pulled one out and put it in his mouth. He looked at his younger brothers asking if they wanted one and surprisingly they both took one. 

"Need a light?" Bill asked handing me his lighter. 

I laughed a little bit thinking he'd have some cool way of lighting things on fire. Not just a lighter. 

It was an orange lighter. 

I laced my cigarette between my lips and sparked the lighter, bringing the flame to the end of the "cancer stick". I inhaled and let go of the flame, handing the lighter to Fred. 

I sat back against the tent as I blew out the smoke from my lungs. I looked up in the sky and thought everything over. 

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