"Is everyone ready?" Mr. Weasley said, eating a quick breakfast.
"Yep," I said rubbing the last traces of sleep from my eyes.
"Harry, Ron! We're leaving!" He shouted and I walked out the door into the bright sunshine.
"Merlins beard, why did we have to get up this early?" George mumbled and I smiled. He was never a morning person.
Harry, Ron, and Mr and Mrs Weasley walked out the door.
"Be safe everyone! Y/n please watch over them!" She yelled as we walked away. I saluted her and turned back to the long journey ahead of us.
*****
"He's hot," I whispered to Ginny as Cedric walked away from us.
"I know right," she said and looked after him.
"What year is he in?" I asked and she thought about it.
"7th I think," she said and I looked at the trio.
I could tell they were all just as excited as I was, but harry and Ron were definitely the most excited. Ron hadn't stopped talking about it since Mr. Weasley told us we were going, and Harry was asking Fred and George all about the teams that were competing in the final.
Hermione was standing next to Ron, scolding him about something. She was being very stubborn about liking him, but I already knew she did.
"Oi, wheres the face paint?" Ginny exclaimed, looking through her backpack. Fred and he tossed her a small metal box with green paint in it. "Thanks."
She walked into the tent and I followed. Ginny opened the tin and dipped her fingers in. She put two streaks of green on both her cheeks and left the paint on the table to go change.
I looked at the paint, but decided against it. I opened my backpacks front pocket and took out my mascara and lipgloss. I had painted my nails green, and Ron let me borrow one of his Irish scarves, since he was supporting Bulgaria. I wrapped the scarf around my neck as ginny came out of the bathroom and smiled at me.
"Sure," I said, handing her the mascara. She smiled and put it on.
We walked out of our tent and hermione walked in with a frown on her face, but amusement in her eyes.
I stood outside our tent and looked at George. I walked over to him.
"When are we going?" I asked him.
"On our way now, once everyones ready," he said and I nodded.
"Thanks for the present Georgie," I smiled.
"We are on our worst behaviour aren't we?"
"Well, you are, and I'm always there to provide a logical way to make sure you two dont get into trouble once you've caused the damage," I said and grinned. He returned the gesture.
"So basically, we're on our worst behaviour."
"Pretty much," I said and we laughed.
******
"Green for the gold! Green for the gold!" Fred, george and ginny chanted, along with a couple hundred people into the night. Harry and myself followed them back to the tent, while ron, hermione and Mr. Weasley had already reached, since they didn't want to celebrate.
"Poor Ron," harry said from beside me, although he was smiling.
"Did you have fun?" I asked, ruffling his already messy hair.
"Ah!" He suddenly exclaimed and I looked over at him with a worried expression.
"Are you alright harry?" I asked and he held a hand on his forehead. My eyes widened.
"No," I whispered, and he looked me in the eyes.
"Yes."
I quickly grabbed his hand in mine and rushed over to the three who were still chanting.
"We're leaving. Now."
The three of them seemed to hear the panic and urgency in my voice, as they left the crowd and we ran to our tent,
"What's going on? What happened?" Fred yelled from behind.
"My scar," harry said, and everyones pace quickened.
We entered the tent, out of breath and Mr. Weasley looked up at us.
"Hope you all had-" he stopped mid sentence and looked at us intently. "What's wrong?"
Ron and hermione looked up from their seat on the beds and rushed over to harry.
"My scar," he said. "I felt a slight shock, but I think I'm alright."
Suddenly there were cries coming from the outside of our tent. My face paled and I grabbed both the twins hands.
"Stay close," I said to them and they nodded. Fred grabbed ginnys hand and she squeezed it.
"I'm gonna have a look," Mr. Weasley said cautiously, and walked out of the tent. I looked at fred, and with a determined look, with our wands out, we all walked into the moonlit night.
*****
The dark mark in the sky immediately stopped all action that was happening around us. I looked at the three red heads still next to me, and we were all thinking the same thing. We ran in the direction of the mark, knowing harry was bound to be there.
When we got there, harry, ron, hermione, Mr. Weasley, and many other people from the ministry were standing there, including the Minister of Magic.
"Blimey," fred whispered. "Harry is one hell of a troublemaker."
I shook my head and smacked him upside the head.
"Not now freddie," I told him, although a smile was making it's way onto my face.
He returned a small smile and looked back at the scene in front of us. The Mr. Weasley was standing in front of the trio and the Minister was glaring daggers at harry.
"Would you care to explain who did it if it wasn't you?" He spoke, eerily calm.
"It wasnt harry sir!" Hermione said.
"Well then who was it?" He boomed and I stared at him, anger bubbling inside me.
"She said it wasnt them minister, so it wasnt!" I said from behind and he whipped his head towards me.
"Y/n," Mr. Weasley said in a warning tone. He gave me a look and I stopped myself from punching him.
"Well the young lady, I suppose you know who it is?" He said and I looked at him.
"Did you even look around the area? Maybe there were footsteps or someone hiding in the trees, or you could check what spells were done in the area," I told him and walked ahead and crouched down next to harry.
"Was it you?" I asked him, knowing it wasnt, and he whipped his head at me.
"Of course not," he whispered.
"Wheres your wand?"
"I dropped it somewhere," he mumbled and I looked at him with a glare.
"You dropped it?" I repeated.
"He nodded his head and I looked straight ahead. The minister had ordered a search and one of the people came out with a house elf.
*****
