The Dark what?
As always, I do not own any of this. All rights belong to J K Rowling and Sesame Street. I'm just having some fun here. This is based around the movie version of the Quidditch world cup.
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As Harry regained his bearings he could hear the shouts and screams of the ongoing fight and he saw a figure a short way away amongst the ruined tents.
"Morsmordre!" it shouted, holding its wand aloft.
A light blazed into the sky and formed a green skull with a snake protruding from its mouth.
'That's gross! And it will just scare the kids here worse than the fighting!' Harry thought, half dazed. A faint memory of one of the few times he had been allowed to watch the TV with Dudley and an idea came to him.
"Ernust duckum!" He shouted thrusting his wand toward the skull.
People stopped and stared as the skull turned orange and the snake turned yellow and morphed into two figures that were instantly familiar to many of the muggle borns in the crowd. To the amazement of everyone it opened its mouth and started to sing and rain bubbles onto the crowd.
"Rubber ducky, you're the one"
"Quack quack"
"You make bath time lots of fun!"
"Quack quack"
As the images continued to sing and quack people started laughing. Many were now on the ground, not because they were injured, but because they couldn't stand for laughing too hard.
Those who had some control over themselves saw this as the turning of the tide. They turned on their attackers and started fighting back.
With the crowd working together the fight was short and one sided, with the death eaters stunned, bound and piled on top of each other like a stack of firewood.
A frantic Hermione had been scouring the campsite and found Harry sitting in an overturned bucket, still dazed and a bit confused. She was closely followed by the Weasley family.
"Harry! Harry, are you alright?" Hermione cried as everyone crowded around Harry and she tried to check him for injuries.
"Um… My head hurts a bit but I should be ok." Harry replied in a soft voice.
"We will get you to a healer." She said as she reached to help Harry stand.
An owl landed next to Harry before they could move. Taking the letter Harry started to read.
"It's from the ministry. 'Dear Mr Potter, Our sensors indicate that you performed an unknown spell at 1.48am this morning at the Quidditch World Cup campgrounds. As we have been informed of the riot at your location we will assume that it was cast in self-defence. As such no further actions will be taken. Please do not use magic again outside off school. Yours sincerely, Mafilda Hopkirk.'"
"I'm glad they are being reasonable about it." Arthur said helping Harry to his feet. "What did you cast?"
Harry mutely pointed to the still singing image floating in the sky.
"The other picture would have scared the kids…" Harry mumbled as he passed out.
