And back again! ho ho, I'm really on a roll! It's so great to be back...and with no new reivews after two years :O Oh wellll.
I guess this site is kinda dead anyway.
Enjoy, my fellow ghosts!
Ps. Yes, I know this is short.
PPs. The next couple of chapters will be cut out, so I can get them straight into Hogwarts.
ALSO: Sorry again for such a stupid amount of repitition from the books, but it's kinda important that your minds are refreshed or to those who have not read the HP books (and only watched the movies...newbs) to know the basic storyline!
"Dad," said Ron worriedly to Arthur. "Does this mean...it's...Him-?"
The group were walking slowly back to their tent. Harry noticed several tents that were in tatters, or were still smoking from the fires the masked people have conjured.
"Of course it's not Him," said Mr. Weasley impatiently. "We don't know who it was; it looks
like they Disapparated."
"I can't believe they thought it was Winky!" cried Hermione. "An Elf! Conjure the Dark Mark!" she huffed.
"Listen, Hermione," Arthur said, turning to his left to face her. "I believe you, and I understand, but now is not the time to argue. We need to get back to the tent to see if the others are alright."
Bill, Charlie and Fred and George were found in the tent.
"When did you two get here?" Ron asked Bill and Charlie. "I thought you were staying on the other side of the woods?"
"I think it's best we stay together, now." Bill said to Ron.
"We left to find you guys after the riot started." Charlie added.
Bill was sitting at the small kitchen table, holding a bedsheet to his arm, which was bleeding
profusely. Charlie had a large rip in his shirt. Fred and George, looked unhurt, though shaken.
"Did you get them, Dad?" said Bill asked his father. "The person who conjured the Mark?"
"No," said Mr. Weasley, sitting opposite Bill at the kitchen table. "We found Barty Crouch's elf holding Harry's wand, but we're none the wiser about who actually conjured the Mark."
"What?" said Bill and Charlie together. "Harry's wand?" said Fred.
"Look, can someone just explain what that skull thing was?" said Ron impatiently. "It wasn't
hurting anyone… Why's it such a big deal?"
"I told you, it's You-Know-Who's symbol, Ron," said Hermione, before anyone else could
answer. "I read about it in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts."
"And it hasn't been seen for thirteen years," said Mr. Weasley quietly.
"Of course people panicked… it was almost like seeing You-Know-Who back again." Bill said darkly.
"I don't get it," said Ron, frowning. "I mean… it's still only a shape in the sky…"
Krystal and Hermione tutted together.
"Ron, You-Know-Who and his followers sent the Dark Mark into the air whenever they killed,"
said Mr. Weasley. "The terror it inspired… you have no idea, you're too young."
"Ron, you don't get it do you?" Krystal added in sharply. "Just picture coming home and finding the Dark Mark hovering over your house, and knowing what you're about to find inside…"
Mr. Weasley winced at the thought.
"Everyone's worst fear… the very worst." Arthur added quietly.
"What were You-Know-Who's followers up to, levitating muggle children like that anyway?" Krystal asked Mr. Weasley. "I mean, what's the point?"
"The point?" said Mr. Weasley with a hollow laugh. "Krystal, that's their idea of fun. Half the
Muggle killings back when You-Know-Who was in power were done for fun. I suppose they had a few drinks tonight and couldn't resist reminding us all that lots of them are still at large. A nice little reunion for them," he finished disgustedly.
"Listen," Arthur said to the group after a moment's silence. "it's very late, and if your mother hears what's happened she'll be worried sick. We'll get a few more hours sleep and then try and get an early Portkey out of here."
The girls headed out to the tent next door, bading the boys goodnight.
Harry got back into his bunk with his head buzzing. He knew he ought to feel exhausted: It was nearly three in the morning, but he felt wide-awake – wide awake, and worried.
Three days ago - it felt like much longer, but it had only been three days - he had awoken with
his scar burning. And tonight, for the first time in thirteen years, Lord Voldemort's mark had
appeared in the sky. What did these things mean? He thought of the letter he had written to Sirius before leaving Privet Drive. Would Sirius have gotten it yet? When would he reply? Harry lay looking up at the canvas, but no flying fantasies came to him now to ease him to sleep, and it was a long time after Charlie's snores filled the tent that Harry finally dozed off.
In the girl's tent, Hermione, Krystal and Ginny sat together in Hermione's small bedroom.
"What could this mean?" Krystal asked quietly to the other two. "You-Know-Who's back?"
"No," said Ginny. "He can't be coming back, He's meant to be out there somewhere in a feeble form, slowly dying!"
"But anything's possible!" Hermione interjected. "He could be rising to power. The Dark Mark hasn't been seen since before Harry was born, this means he's after Harry again!"
"Isn't You-Know-Who always after Harry?" Krystal waved her hand impatiently at Hermione. "I think it's something more - he's got something up his sleeve. I don't think the Death Eaters would just attack out of nowhere for no reason, they've got to be saying something."
All three girls shivered at the thought.
"We can't be sure of anything." Ginny said glumly.
And with that thought, the girls finally drifted off.
Sorry it's short! Next chapter: (hopefully) Hogwarts!
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