August 1, 1997: The Burrow

It was the night of my cousin, Bill, and his wife, Fleur's Wedding. It was a great time. Everyone dancing, drinking, laughing. It made it seem like all the bad things went away.

My parents or me have never been to a wedding in the Wizarding world. It was new to all of us. I thought it was wonderful, while my mum and dad thought they should have had a Muggle wedding.

I saw my cousin, Ron dancing with Hermione Granger. I've seen them around Hogwarts, arguing and laughing. But, they seemed to have gotten closer, they seemed to have been in a relationship. The last time I saw Ron or Hermione was at Dumbledore's funeral, Ron was comforting Hermione. I loved looking at the two of them, they just seemed like the right couple.

Bill and Fleur danced wonderfully! They danced in sequence, as if they were both one person. I was so happy for the two of them, it was a happy time. An hour later, all the guests were still dancing the night away. I was sitting at a table near the entrance of the tent with my mum and dad.

Before you could think, something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance floor. The lynx landed in the middle of the astonished dancers. Everyone's heads turned. The Patronus' mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

''The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.''

The last words the Patronus said, "They are coming,'' had shaken everybody. The Ministry of Magic has fallen? The Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, dead? I had never though "They'' could break into the Ministry. Everyone in the wedding had started to panic, everyone started to run in different directions. Many people began Disapparating.

I took out my wand. Me and my parents got out of our seats, but it was too late. The Death Eaters have arrived. They started casting spells all over the place. I told my parents to duck for cover.

"Mum, dad. Get inside the Burrow, you'll be safe there.''

"But Mafalda," said my dad. "You must come with us. You can't use magic out of school. You are only fourteen.''

"I know. But if many people are using magic around me, the Ministry will not know who are casting spells. I'll be fine.'' My dad nodded and got up and ran with his head covered to the Burrow. My mum was still kneeling, she looked frozen.

"Mum, please." My mum got up, she looked at me for a moment and hugged. "I love you," she whispered in my ear.''

"I love you too.'' She let go, and ran towards the Burrow. I started to look around the tent, many people were dueling with Death Eaters, many still kept coming from out of nowhere.

"Stupefy!" My spell hit a Death Eater in the chest, he flew out of the tent.

"Avada Kedavra!" I fell fast to the ground as the green spell flew over my head. The Death Eater stood there laughing.

"You stupid little witch. You are not strong for us!" I looked at the Death Eater's eyes. It looked like he cried a short while ago.

"Confringo!" My spell made the Death Eater fall to the ground. I ran towards another group of Death Eaters.

"Expelliarmus!" The spell came from behind me. My wand fell flew out of my hand and on the dance floor. I turned around, somehow the Death Eater who was teasing me got up from the ground.

"H-How?" I whispered. He walked towards me. Anger and rage was all over his face.

"You little BITCH! You are coming with me! The Dark Lord will no what to do with you!" The Death Eater put his arms around me.

"NO! STOP! HELP! SOMEONE, HELP ME!" Everyone was too distracted dueling with the other Death Eaters to hear me. "HELP ME!" The Death Eater began to drag me, only if I had my wand. "HELP ME, PLEASE!"

"You will soon discover what happens to young witches and wizards like you." The Death Eater laughed maniacal. I began to cry. Was this it for me? He finally dragged me out of the tent, I looked at the sky, I could see the full moon.

"HELP ME!"

"Avada Kedavra!" A green spell flew over my head and hit the Death Eater in the face. He let me go out of his grip and slowly fell to the floor. The Death Eater was dead. A man put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw who it was. It was Viktor Krum.

"Are you, Are you okay" Viktor asked panting. I looked at Viktor for a moment before hugging him. I felt as if I was safe in his arms. He saved me from getting taken to Voldemort. Viktor Krum had saved my life.

"Thank you," I said, tears flowing down my face. "Thank you, you saved my life. Thank You."

"Don't vorry," said Krum. "You are safe, no one is going to hurt you.'' I held on those words, "No one is going to hurt you.'' It felt like eternity that I was in his arms, but it was only a few seconds. "Are you here alone?"

"No," I said while whiping the tears from my face. "M-My parents are inside the Burrow."

"Vhy didn't you leave wunce the Patronus came?"

"My mother is a Muggle, while my father is a squib. And I'm too young to Apparate." Viktor looked at me with interest.

"Maybe I could Apparate you back to you houe," said Krum. "Vhere do you live?"

"London. If you can take me near Big Ben, I could get my parents back to our house.''

Viktor nodded. "Let's go.'' We started for the Burrow, before I stopped. "My wand!" I ran back into the tent, duels were still going on, as fast as I could, I grabbed my wand and ran back to Viktor. I held my wand with a firm grip. A few seconds later, we made it to the front door of the Burrow. Viktor tried to open it.

"It's locked.''

"If you can cover me, I might be able to get us in," I said. Viktor nodded and ran infront of me. Spells were flying towards us, but he blocked all of them. I knocked on the door.

"Who is it," said a familiar female voice.

"Mafalda Prewett."

"Prove it."

"My father is a squib, while my mother is a Muggle. I started at Hogwarts in 1994, during the Triwizard Tournament. Arthur and Molly Weasley were my guardians that summer." The door quickly opened, it was my cousin Molly. She hugged me.

"Get inside, get inside!" As Viktor blocked one more spell, he ran into the house. He quickly shut the door. There were many people inside the Burrow. My cousin-in-law Fleur, her parents, her sister, my cousin, Ginny, my parents, a dozen other guests. "Mafalda! What were you thinking fighting out there? Your parents told me what you said, you could have gotten killed!"

"I know cousin Molly. I was being an idiot." My parents ran towards me and hugged me. "I was almost taken to You-Know-Who. But Viktor saved me." My parents and cousin's heads turned from me to Viktor. My mother walked towards him and hugged him.

"Thank you! Thank you young man! You saved my darling, Mafalda." My father shook his hand and nodded.

"Viktor said he will be willing to Apparate us back to London.'' My parents look at me terrified and mouthed "Apparate.''

"Don't vorry," said Krum. "It von't hurt. Ve should get going." Me and my parents said good-bye to cousin Molly. Viktor held out both of his hands, I grabbed his right, while my mum grabbed his left. My dad grabbed his left arm. A moment later, there was darkness. Another moment later, we were standing in London.

"See," said Krum. "Didn't hurt at all." But my parents stood there, shocked. They let go of Viktor. I looked behind me, we were standing in the shadows of Big Ben. Passerbys stared at us while they walked pass.

"Come on," I said to my parents. As my parents walked past me, I looked at Viktor. I walked towards him and gave him another hug. "Thank you, Viktor, for everything."

"My pleasure, Mafalda," said Krum. "Be safe." A moment later, he was gone. I turned around, my parents were crossing the street. I ran after them, but I couldn't get him out of my mind, my savior, Viktor Krum.