3. The Dark Mark
After being snapped out of my trance by Kester pushing me to run, we all started to head in the same direction as every other wizard as they screamed and dodged fireballs - far away from the fireballs.
I stopped as I saw broomsticks that must have fallen during the chaos. "Scylla!" Kester shouted, stopping in his tracks as did everyone else. I grabbed the broomsticks and turned to the group, I saw Kester's facial expression to knowing what my plan was as I gave him a broomstick. "There isn't enough broomsticks for everyone. So double up and try and get away as possible!" I demanded as I gave out the broomsticks I had. Kester and Mr. Weasley had their own brooms, George with Ginny, Ron with Hermione and Fred and I had our own brooms. We kicked off as soon as possible but I wasn't quickly enough as a fireball hit me, causing me to fall and scream...
...until a strong hand lashed out and grabbed me! My saviour hoisted me up onto the broomstick and behind them. They zoomed off as I clung onto them around their middle, hoping I wouldn't fall off. We all finally reached the hill were the portkey was and were all of the wizards appraited away from the field.
We landed and as soon as I jumped off the broom, I attacked my saviour into a tight bear hug. "Thank you! Oh thank you so much!" I said as stray tears fell out of my eyes and down my cheeks. When I pulled away I saw that it was Fred who saved me. Kester came toward us and wrapped his arms around me which I did to him. He buried his head into my hair and then detached himself from me to turn to Fred.
"Thank you so much Fred. Thank you for risking your own safety to save my sister. Although I must apologize for her bear hug she just gave you but she had every reason to do that. Our past affects her more than me, for which I feel sorry for her." Kester said softly to Fred as he wrapped his arm around me protectively.
I gave Fred an apologetic smile as he looked at me, then back to my brother as he replied with a small smile, "It's no problem. I couldn't leave her there in the middle of danger alone."
I stared at Fred as he stared back at me, until we snapped out of it to hear Hermione shout out, "Where's Harry?" She demanded. We all looked round to see that Harry wasn't with us.
Suddenly, Ron and Hermione took off back towards the now destroyed camp site. "Ron! Hermione!" Mr. Weasley shouted at the retreating figures. Then Mr. Weasley took off to follow them, followed by Ginny, the twins, Kester and I. We all walked around the destroyed site, calling out Harry's name multiple times. I stopped in my walking to look at my right, to see Harry on the ground, scurrying away from a figure slowly approaching him cloaked in black, yet I couldn't see his face.
I ran towards Harry, "Harry!" I exclaimed as I saw him. He looked at me and in a rush, stood up and embraced me in a tight hug. We detached ourselves when Ron and Hermione ran towards us, yet, the mysterious person was gone.
When Ron and Hermione reached us, we all hugged. But then a group of wizards appraited in a circle around us. "Supify!" They all shouted and then started to aim their wands at us. We all ducked but heard Kester and Mr. Weasley shouted at the wizards to stop shooting at us. We slowly stood up straight as a man with a weird moustache and wearing a bowler hat ran towards us, waving his wand in front of all our faces. "Which one of you conjured it?" He demanded. I stood there confused as did everyone else. I saw Fred look at me with worry in his eyes as he was behind the weird man.
"Crouch you can't pos-" Mr. Weasley started to say but was cut off.
The man named Crouch demanded at us again, "You been discovered at the scene of the crime!"
"Crime? What crime?" Harry demanded. I looked up at the sky and gasped. Everyone saw me staring and looked up as well to see what I was staring at.
A foggy, green skull with a snake trailing out of its mouth as it hissed and spat was be able to be seen clearly in the air. "It's the dark mark." I whispered. Crouch looked at me as I shook my head and Fred ran toward me. I looked up to see Kester having a concerned look on his face as Harry's was filled with confusion so I explained it to him. "It's his mark. It's Voldemort's."