𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑩𝒀 𝑴𝒀 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 ✦ 𝑫. 𝑴.

the quidditch world cup; part 2

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"Ron, I swear, do you have a crush or something?" I sat up from the couch of the tent.

"Honestly!" Ginny agreed. "You can't even say one thing  without mentioning Krum!"

"He's like a bird, he way the flies!" Ron continued, ignoring our protests.

Fred pranced on top of the coffee table, Ireland flag around his shoulders, and began to sing horribly out of tune, "Victor, I love you!"

George joined nearby, "Victor, I do!"

This was everyone else's cue, while Ron grumbled, "When we're apart my heart --"

A loud bang put us to a stop.

"What was -"

Another bang interrupted me. Then a boom.

"Sounds like the Irish got their pride on!" George laughed as Mr. Weasley crept out of the tent to check the commotion.

"Even though Krum caught the Snitch first!" shot Ron.

"That doesn't matter does it?" Hermione giggled at Ron's rage.

"Well -"

"Stop!" We all turned to Mr. Weasley, and our faces dropped to match his: a face of fear. "It's not the Irish. Everyone get their things! Get ready."

"To what?" Ginny piped up.

"To run."

"What is it?" I asked as I speed-walked to grab my backpack from the bunk beds.

I didn't get an answer until we all gathered just in front of the tent exit.

Over the screams, Mr. Weasley lowered his voice, "Death Eaters."

"You mean... Voldemort's followers?" Hermione's voice shook.

"Don't say his name! And... yes." Mr. Weasley took a deep breath and spoke quickly. "We need to get to the forest; back to the portkey. Fred, George, and Bella, Ginny is your responsibility. Everyone else, try not to fall behind."

We all silently nodded, and then stepped out of the tent.

I immediately shot my hand to Ginny's shoulder at the sight: tents burning, people running and screaming. The joy and livelihood from the scene gone, replaced by fear and chaos. 

"Run! Now!" Mr. Weasley yelled.

That was all the group needed to bolt into the crowd, towards where we had come. 

My legs carried me as fast as they could, and I created a sort of protective triangle around Ginny with the twins. 

I lost sight of Harry, but figured he might've just ran ahead.

Scores and scores of frightened people were going in every direction, and it took three minutes to finally get to a safe clearing to rest. 

Looking back, I saw the orange and red sight of flames, muddled in panicked wizards and witches. 

For comfort, I let my thumb reach my finger, to where my ring was. 

But it was not there. 

My stomach dropped when my eyes met my hand to find it bare.