𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 // 𝕙. 𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣

chapter 2: something new

your pov

we quickly run outside, and i'm shocked by how different the atmosphere is. there's chaos. people running in every direction, screaming. tents are on fire.. it's insane.

"Get back to the portkey everybody, and
stick together. Fred, George... Ginny
is your responsibility." mr. weasley says, sprinting off to help the other ministry officials. harry grabs my hand, and we run after the weasleys. Some figures in pointed hoods carrying flaming torches are walking
across the campsite, chanting ominous noises.. they must be death eaters. The crowd is panicked and rushing all over.. then someone pushes me down, but harry quickly pulls me back up. by then, we've lost sight of our group.  someone pushes us again, and we take off running, trying to find anyone we know, my hand still in his. my heart is pounding, i don't know what to do.. suddenly someone runs right into me, knocking us down, i try to stand but there's people running over me.. i look around for harry, but i can't see him.. the last thing i remember seeing was a boot before i felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and everything went black.

i wake up, rubbing my head and trying to sit up. what happened? then the events that just occurred come back to me, and i look around. The crowds have all gone. everything is burnt, it doesn't look anything like it did only a short while ago.. my eyes fall on harry, laying on the ground near me. i stand, feeling dizzy, and make my way over to him.

"harry!" i say, shaking him so that he'll wake up. he's not dead.. he can't be dead.. then he opens his eyes, and i sigh in relief.

"(y/n)? what happened?" he asks me. i'm about to answer when i see a man walking through the rubble, kicking at things. He casts a spell which causes a bright flash and a large ghostly skull forms in the sky with a snake crawling from it. i gasp as i realize what it is, the dark mark, a mark of voldemort's followers. i grab harry's arm, pulling him up and running away before the man sees us.

suddenly, i hear the familiar voices of Ron
and Hermione are calling for us, and the man runs away. harry and i exchange a glance as ron and hermione run up to us. who was that..? then, ron wraps me in a hug, he's leaning down a lot since he's considerably taller than i am. i'm a little surprised, but i hug him back.

"Been looking for you for ages," he says, then slowly lets go of me, his cheeks a little pink. Thought we lost you both." he says quickly, but then his eyes fall on the monstrous thing in the sky.

"What is that?" harry asks, grabbing his scar in pain.

"it's-" i start to say, but suddenly we're surrounded as wizards apparate on every side of us, and we all duck down right as they fire. oh no, are the death eaters back?

"Stop! That's my son." i'm relieved as i recognize the voice of mr. weasley, who's running up to us.

"Ron, Harry, (y/n), Hermione are you alright?" he asks as we stand back up. then a man walks over, brandishing his wand.

"Which of you conjured this?" he asks, and i quickly recognize him: barty crouch. he works with my father, and is usually who my father sends on errands in place of himself.

"You can't possibly.." mr. weasley starts, but crouch interrupts him.

"Do not lie! You have been discovered
at the scene of the crime!" he shouts, and as his eyes fall on me i can tell he recognizes who i am.

"Crime?" harry asks.

"Barty, they're just kids." mr. weasley insists, but crouch isn't listening.

"What crime?" harry says, looking around.

"it's the dark mark, harry. it's his mark." i tell him.

"voldemort?" he says, and a couple of the wizards flinch at the sound of his name. "Those people tonight, in the masks... they're his too aren't they? they're his followers." mr. weasley nods his head, and turns to crouch.