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THE WITCHER
Chapter One : The Beginning.
Ron stood next to Harry waiting excitedly; they were at the Four hundred and twenty second Quidditch World Cup Final! This was the most anticipated date in any Quidditch fan's diary and they, the Weasleys, had managed to get prime tickets!
They got seated at the prime ticket holders VIP top box at the stands. There was only one problem with this though. Harry Potter was coming, Ron didn't mind that but sometimes that guy could really get on your nerves; he was either angry at someone or something, depressed about his 'terrible' life or he would just never shut up. But the worst thing was that Hermione was here. Yeah, he didn't mind her; she would always help him with school work and homework and sometimes pulling her right buttons and starting a fight to get his steam out but at the moment things between them were a bit awkward.
Ron had dumped Hermione Granger only a week ago!
They had started dating after Hermione and Harry had saved Sirius Black but it wasn't as Ron had thought it would be. She was a rubbish kisser and the two dates they went together turned out to be a utter disaster; she went on about talking about harry and the upcoming school year; he had got enough of it. She just wasn't ready for a boyfriend yet; well that's what Ron had decided. They had been together for a month and Ron thought that he might as well end it there, so he had owled a simple note:
Dear Hermione, I really don't think we suit and it isn't working between us. you are not ready and You are not really my type. So I'm dumping you. Hope we can still be friends though, for Harry's sake at least. Oh, and I don't think we should tell anyone that this little 'fling' happened. Not even Harry. From Ron.
P.S My mum wondered if you want to come round this summer. We are going to the Quidditch World Cup Final; Ireland versus Bulgaria, Dad somehow managed to get some tickets at the top box and it should be fun. See you then.
And that was the end of that. Ron never got a reply but guessed she had got the note when she didn't hug him, when she came to the Burrow. But Ron didn't mind that the relationship had ended; even though its was not even a relationship in the first place, there was plenty more witches and muggle girls around.
Ron decided he didn't need a girlfriend; he just needed a girl to kiss and tongue. Who said you had to be in a relationship to get a quick snog or to have a quick fling or just a quick quickie?
This year at Hogwarts Ron was going to change his attitude towards girls; they would be kissing and touching objects and nothing more.
"Look Ron!" Yelled Harry, this pulled Ron out of his thoughts. The commentator had announced the Irish team, Harry pointed over to a hole which has just appeared; suddenly the Ireland Quidditch team flew out. Leprachauns and four-leaf clovers turned the pitch and stands into a whirl of green and golden rain has began to fall, suddenly....
BANG!
All green and gold raining leprachauns were blasted away; Bulgarian team was here.
Browns and dark reds swirled everywhere but Ron's attention wasn't on the patterns being made by the colours, but on the beautiful women dancing below.
They were enchanting, magical and gorgeous. Ron turned to his right to see Harry also staring at the veelas and all of his brothers had been entranced by these creatures. Their eyes were glazed over and it seemed that only his dad, Ginny and Hermione were not indicted by these 'women'.
"Why are they like that?" Ron asked his Dad who was watching the boys with a smug smile on his face.
"They're veelas son. Enchanting beautiful creatures but trust me they are incredibly aggressive and nasty when they want to be. I wonder why you haven't been enchanted." Answered Arthur, many reasons whipped around his head as to why his son wasn't acting like a complete Muppet. He wasn't affected as his heart belonged to his wife, Molly, and the two girls wouldn't be affected as they were girls, so the only way they could be affected is if they were lesbians. And from their laughs they weren't; they where pointing and laughing at the twins who were trying to 'dance' but they looked more like two drunken dads at a wedding. Maybe his son was gay.
"I dunno. They are good dancers and are pretty but I wouldn't go after them though," smiled Ron; they would come after him, he thought silently to himself. "I certainly wouldn't act like a right arse to get them," Ron nodded towards Harry who was now going towards the railings, "better stop him," he walked in between the twins, who were still 'dancing', and pulled Harry back.
Harry snapped out of it; the veelas' dance had come to an end. It was time for the real entertainment.
"Theeeeeeeey're OFF!" screamed Bagman. "And it's Mullet!Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!Back to troy! TROY SCORES!
The match had been going on for two hours; Both teams were playing without mercy but Ireland chasers completely controlled the match and Bulgaria were, surprisingly, losing.
"I THINK KRUM HAS SEEN THE SNITCH! HE'S BLASTING OFF TOWARDS THE IRISH END! EVEN IF IT IS THE SNITCH THEY STILL WON'T BE ABLE TO WIN,I THINK HE JUST WANT TO FINISH THE MATCH AND STOP THE IRISH TEAM FROM MASSACARING BULGARIA" yelled the commentator,
Krum's fingers stretched out as far as they could, his fingertips just touched the snitch...
BOOM!
A massive explosion ripped One side of the stand completely open; Death Eaters were here!
"WE DIDN'T GET OUR INVITE SO WE DECIDED TO CRASH!" Laughed a masked woman wickedly. Black mists of Hooded and masked death eaters came pouring through.
"AVADA KEDAVRA" yelled one of the hooded death eater and green light missed the commentator and hit the person standing next to Bagman.
"MORSMORDRE!" Yelled a deep husky voice that came to float besides the main female Death Eater. The dark mark shot up into the sky, fear gripped the stadium.
It was silent for just a few seconds as the shock and fear settle in but soon there was hell, just as the death eaters had planned. People were being raised up and tortured as they tried to flee. Screaming women and children could be heard but tortured people's strangled screams were the thing that would ring out in people's ears. Flashes of green shot everywhere, whether they were from people trying to hit the death eaters or from the death eaters themselves.
Panic. Death. Pain. Goodbyes.
"RUN!" "BECAREFUL!" "TAKE CARE OF GINNY!" Shouted Arthur, he whipped out his wand and Ron's oldest brothers followed suit. They ran in to the thick of the fight yelling hexes and curses to save as many people as possible.
Ron didn't hesitate, he bolted down the stairs to ground level pushing people in his way and just kept on running, he didn't once look back to see if anyone had followed; he didn't want to die this early.
Ron guessed the attack had been a few hours ago and he was just sitting down, leaning on a large oak tree. He could just see hell in front of him; he had climbed a hill and had a clear view of the Quidditch pitch and surrounding fields, well what was left of the pitch.
Fire and thick black smoke were rising into the starless black velvet above. The first dark mark was still visible and was the largest but other small dark marks had been made; this meant there had been more deaths, more pain and more goodbyes.
Time pasted and Ron was getting more and more anxious, still no one had come this way or called for him.
Was he one of the only ones to make it out alive and well?