*~*Chapter Six: Shifty Looking Bloke*~*


A.N. Hey! I've been on holiday for the past week and it was nice to come back to some story lovin'! Thank y'all! I wrote this while jammin along to my new best of Mis-Teeq CD and gazing lovingly at my two new Game of Thrones T-shirts that were waiting for me when we came home! I'm a happy weirdo! XD

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Jack was the first to stir after the trampling. The air smelled burnt, everything was crusted with dark soot and there was barely anything left in the cold darkening night.

Underneath her was Harry, who seemed to be stirring, "Why do I always end up on top of you?" Jack asked him.

Harry blinked rapidly at how close Jack's chest was to his face, "Uh-I-uh-um," he stuttered out, then noticed a dark figure grinning at a weird skull in the sky that had a snake coiling from it's mouth.

Jack turned, following Harry's line of sight, "Come on," she whispered, grabbing Harry's hand as she saw the peculiar man and they ran round the back of a few charred tens.

From the slight distance they could hear Ron and Hermione calling their names until the two reached them, "Been looking for you for ages. Thought we lost you," Ron told them with relief while Hermione grabbed Jack into a hug.

"What is THAT?" Harry asked them.

They looked at the monstrous thing in the sky. The longer Harry looked, the more his forehead seared in pain and he had to apply pressure to try to stop the pain.

Suddenly they we circled in a ring of wizards and had to duck as each wizard's wand erupted red hexes.

"Stop!" Arthur yelled running to where the four kids were huddled together on the floor, "That's my son and daughter!" He told them with others trailing him.

"Ron, Jack, Harry, Hermione are you alright?" He asked the four teens who's eyes were wide in disbelief.

"Which of you conjured this?" A manic Barty Crouch demanded, pointing his wand in each of their face.

Great, because Jack really needed MORE Ministry drama!

Arthur turned to the superior, "You can't possibly..."

"Do not lie! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!" Crouch's voice raised with each word.

"Crime?" Harry questioned to Hermione.

Arthur tried to argue their case, "Barty, they're just kids."

"What crime?" A confused Harry persisted.

Hermione gave the boy a weak smile, "Harry it's his mark."

"Well shit..." Jack muttered under her breath, tightening her grip on Harry's slightly shaking hand to reassure him.

"Those people tonight, in the masks... they're his too aren't they? they're his followers," Harry asked his three friends who nodded awkwardly.

Barty Crouch and the other wizards had finished their own conversation over the guilty party, "Follow me," he told the other wizards.

"There was a man!" Harry called, grabbing Barty's attention, "Before. There," he pointed.

Jack nodded, "Really shifty looking bloke in a trench coat. Fairly tall too, I think," she added.

"All of you, this way," Barty told the wizards and they all started to make their way through the blackened tents.

"Harry, who?" Arthur asked the shaggy haired boy.

Harry shrugged, "I dunno. I didn't see his face."