Bryt was practically bouncing as she headed down the stairs with her friends, which caused her to nearly trip several times until Mr. García told her to settle down. Bryt would have complied, but adrenaline from the excitement of the match kept Bryt from being able to stay still too long.

It was difficult navigating through the crowd of people, but the group eventually made it back to the Weasley tent. As no one was tired, Mr. Weasley offered for a cup of cocoa all around and Mr. García agreed, allowing for Julio, Hermione, and Bryt to stay with the Weasleys for a little longer. It wasn't long before they were in arguments over the best part of the game.

Mr. García and Mr. Weasley were currently in an argument with Charlie over the fouls while Bryt, Harry, Julio, and Ron were disagreeing over whether Krum's catching the Snitch or his successful Wronski Feint was the best move in the game. Both of their arguments were cut short when they heard a thump and looked over to see Ginny was asleep sitting up, her mug having fallen to the floor.

Bryt was tired herself, her adrenaline wearing off fast. Ready for bed, she stood up with Julio, Hermione, and Mr. García. The four bade Harry and the Weasleys a good night before heading out of the tent.

Ready for sleep, the hike across the field seemed long, especially with the fact that the four had to weave through celebrating witches and wizards who were singing, dancing, and sending off loud bangs from their wands as Ministry workers kept trying to keep the commotion under control.

"I'd hate to have their jobs," Mr. García commented as they finally reached their tent. The four changed into their pajamas before crawling into their beds.

Though exhausted, Bryt couldn't get to sleep right away. After a couple of minutes, she leaned over the edge of the cot, flipping open her bag. She pulled out her diary and wand, lighting the tip with a quiet lumos, then began writing about the Quidditch match. Once done, Bryt put away her diary and laid her wand on the nightstand after putting out the spell. She rolled over and yanked the covers up to her chin, closing her eyes to try and go to sleep.

The singing and cheering outside wasn't helping. Bryt squeezed her eyes tighter shut, cursing under her breath at the noisy witches and wizards outside. She was tired, she needed to get to sleep, but the noise was echoing around the tent far too loudly.

Bryt pulled her pillow over her head to drown out the noise, which helped, or it could have been Bryt's sheer exhaustion that finally won out. Either way, Bryt was soon drifting off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

xxxxx

"Bryt! Hermione! Get up now!"

Bryt groaned, yanking the covers over her head. She felt like she had just fallen asleep. After fighting so much to get to that stage, the last thing she wanted to do was get up again.

"Hurry up girls!"

"Bryt! Hermione!"

A chilling scream came from somewhere on the other side of the campgrounds. Bryt jerked upright in her cot, knowing something was wrong. She looked over to see Hermione sitting up in her bed as well and Julio appeared in the doorway, looking pale, which was a sharp contrast against his dark hair. That just made Bryt even more worried.

"Good, yer up," Julio said, "Grab yer jackets, we gotta go."

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked as she reached for her jacket, but Julio had already left again.

"I don't like this," Bryt said grabbing her own jacket, pulling it on over her pajamas, her heart racing as she heard more screams in the distance. She grabbed her wand from the nightstand, following Hermione out of the tent where Julio was arguing with his father. More screams and odd bangs were coming from a distance and people were running towards the woods, some carrying small children in their arms.

Bryt looked over at Hermione, who looked as terrified as Bryt was feeling. Clutching her jacket tighter around her and ignoring how cold her bare feet felt, Bryt looked over at Julio and Mr. García standing near them.

"I wanna—"

"No," Mr. García cut Julio off, "Get Hermione and Bryt into the woods and stay there."

"But I can help—"

"It's too dangerous, I'm not going to let you near this."

"But—"

"¡Ahora! ¡No discuta!" Mr. García ordered, pointing off.

Julio gave a reluctant nod, obviously not wanting to leave his father alone in whatever Mr. García was planning to do. Slowly, Julio turned and grabbed Hermione's hand before running off, his free hand gripping his wand.

"What's goin' on?" Bryt asked, running behind them, struggling to keep up with her friends' long strides.

"I dunno," Julio replied, "Somethin' bad. Dad's goin' to try and help."

"What about Harry and Ron? And the rest of the Weasleys?" Bryt asked, "We've gotta go find them."

"They're closer to the woods," Julio replied, "They would've ran into the trees already."

"We should still check their tent!"

"Bryt, they won't be there!" Julio shot back, "We have to get into the woods!"

Praying Julio was right about Harry and the Weasleys, Bryt continued to run along behind her friends. As they neared the woods, someone shoved into Bryt, sending her into the ground. Her wand went sliding across the ground and Bryt pushed herself up to her hands and knees, crawling over and reaching over to grab it. Someone running past stepped on Bryt's hand just as she grabbed her wand, causing her to scream out in surprise, jerking back. Breathing hard, Bryt flexed her hand, glad to find that it didn't seem that injured, and grabbed wand before she managed to get herself to her feet again, trying to see where Hermione and Julio were. Seeing neither, Bryt's breath caught, her heart pounding harder and she gripped her wand tightly, looking around in panic, trying to get her bearings in the chaos of witches and wizards running past her.

Bryt heard a loud bang and laughter and she turned to see where it was coming from. What she saw caused her breath to catch and a cold, sickening feeling to rush through her entire body.

Coming across the field were a group of black-cloaked men in masks, their wands held over their heads, laughing and gathering a ever-increasing group of followers. What chilled Bryt the most was the fact that levitating above the masked men were four figures high in the air over them and Bryt could easily see that two of them were small children. Even worse was the fact that the four seemed very much aware of their situation. As the woman was flipped upside down, her nightgown moving over her head and revealing her underwear, the woman struggled with trying to cover herself up again. This only gained more laughs from the men below.

'Oh God...Oh God...' Bryt thought, her mind screaming at her to run, but she couldn't. She seemed paralyzed, unable to look away from the men marching closer and closer. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest and her entire body was shaking hard from fear.

More people pushed passed her, knocking Bryt from side to side, which seemed to jerk Bryt from the hypnotic hold she had been under. The laughing and loud bangs grew closer and Bryt turned away, determined not to look behind her again. She stumbled forward moving at more of a half-run at first, but finally pushed into a full sprint in a desperate attempt to get into the woods nearby. Bryt didn't pay any attention to where she was going. She knew she just had to keep moving. She had to get further into the woods. Further away from the men in masks.

Bryt didn't stop once she was in the shelter of trees. She couldn't, not with the chance the masked men could still follow anyone into the woods. She barely registered the startled yells as she pushed past people, continuing to blindly run, occasionally having to dodge a low tree branch at the last moment or jump over a fallen trunk. She had lost balance or had to untangle her pants leg from bushes several times, but she always pushed forward and kept running afterwards. She couldn't stop. As long as she kept running, she could be safe.

Bryt had no idea how long she had been running, just that she was finally forced to stop as her foot caught on under a root, sending her forward into the ground. Bryt let out a scream of pain as she rolled over slightly, breathing heavily and shaking from exhaustion, and noticed her bare foot tangled between some upturned roots. Cursing under her breath, Bryt pocketed her wand and struggled to finally free her foot, which was throbbing with pain. She got it loose before shakily pushing herself up, determined to keep going despite the fact that her body was aching and sore. She barely got to a crouch, though, when she put weight on her injured foot and let out another cry of pain, collapsing to the ground again.

Breathing heavily, Bryt gripped at her ankle and swallowed hard, fighting off the urge to throw up. Trying to ignore her trembling and pounding heart, Bryt strained to hear if anyone was approaching. She pulled her wand back out again, unable to move from her spot, and scanned the trees, hoping and praying none of the masked men showed up. She knew she had to look like a very easy target—slouched on the ground, injured, unable to run, too weak and exhausted to fight anyone off...

'Please, don't come this way...' Bryt thought, still watching around her.

She still couldn't get the image of the poor family floating through the air, struggling against the hold over them. Though now the images were morphing into her and her friends and family being trapped in the air while the masked men laughed. Bryt shook her head hard, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to get rid of the images. Still, all-too-familiar faces kept floating in front of her, terror-stricken as they were spun in the air and taunted.

'Stop thinkin' about it...' Bryt thought, 'It won't happen...They won't find you out here...'

But she still didn't know where her friends were. Harry, Ron, Julio, Hermione, the rest of the Weasleys...They were all somewhere out there. They might run into trouble. Or maybe Dean and Seamus, or any of the other Hogwarts students she knew that had come to see the Quidditch World Cup. Any one of them could get hurt...Run across those masked men...

'No, they're smart,' Bryt thought, shaking her head, taking shaky, deep breaths,'They'll find somewhere to hide, get into the woods.'

Mr. García wouldn't. He had run towards the men, to try and help the Ministry wizards. Bryt had a feeling Mr. Weasley would have gone to help as well. Either one of them could end up seriously hurt...

'No. They'll be fine. Mr. García will be fine. Mr. Weasley will be fine. They're adults. They know how to duel. How to take care of themselves.'

But what if they weren't okay? What if they did get hurt? Or worse?

'Don't think about it, Bryt. It won't happen.'

The sound of approaching footsteps and voices caused Bryt to jerk her head up again, pulling her from her mental argument. She looked around her and kept her wand out as she began shaking harder. She pulled off her lucky turquoise bracelet and gripped it in her right hand while she kept her left aiming her wand outward. She wanted to call out, ask who was coming, but her voice seemed to have abandoned her. Her heart was pounding hard enough that she could hear it in her ears and she was positive whoever was approaching would be able to hear it as well. Bryt held her breath, hoping whoever it was coming would simply be a fellow witch or wizard running from the masked men and not someone who would be there to hurt her.