Rastaban and Harry spoke for nearly an hour before they both fell asleep. They talked about whatever came to mind. Quidditch, Hogwarts, classes, magic and television shows, although Rastaban did most of the talking on that topic. Harry helped Rastaban forget about the Malfoys and the person he couldn't see. He fell asleep wondering if had he been sorted into Gryffindor that he and Harry could be friends.
Sleep didn't last long as both boys were vigorously shaken awake, "Get up you little gits!'' Dora exclaimed.
Both boys shot up from bed, "Wha-" Rastaban gasped.
". . .the matter?" Harry yawned.
The remnants of sleep left the boys as the sounds of screams and fleeing came from outside. "Grab your jumpers and trainers and hurry up!" Dora ordered before she scurried off down the stairs.
Rastaban and Harry did as they were told. They both rolled out of their beds. Pulling on their jumpers and trainers they two wizards moved towards the stairs. Rastaban quickly stopped and grabbed his bag before he followed Harry down. On the way down saw the silhouettes of wizards running and scurrying back and forth.
Making their way outside they joined everyone else. The light of a few fires allowed them to see wizards and witches fleeing into the woods. Looking across the campsite they found who they were running from. A packed group of wizards dressed in black hoods and masks. Their wands pointed towards the sky as they marched slowly across the field.
Above them were four people being contorted in uncomfortable positions. The wizards must be manipulating their movement. They knocked down and trampled over tents. The screams grew louder as they blew tents on fire illuminating the four people in the sky. They quickly recognized one of them as the muggle land owner.
They had flipped the land owner's wife upside down. Her night dress fell revealing her knickers. The cloaked wizards all laughed hysterically as the woman screamed.
"That's sick." Ron said in disgust.
"We'll go help the ministry!" Mr. Weasley declares as he and the other adults pull out their wands, "The rest of you go into the woods! Fred, George watch over your sister!"
"Dora." Rastaban grabbed her hand.
Tonks smirked and ruffled his hair, "I'm an Auror, remember?" She then ran off after everyone else.
The rest watched as Mr. Weasley, Mr and Mrs. Tonks, Dora, Bill, Charlie and Percy ran towards the hooded wizards. Rastaban had his eyes glued to his aunt, uncle and cousin. His hands were clasped nervously over the dragon leather strap of his bag.
"Rastaban." Harry's voice caught his attention. He turned around to face the taller boy, "We need to go."
Rastaban only nodded as he followed the others towards the woods. He kept his hands over his bag's strap as they reached the treeline. He kept his gaze downcast as the others looked back at the scene. He noticed that the trail of lanterns were extinguished leaving only darkness around them.
In the darkness they saw fleeting silhouettes move between the trees. Crying children, shouting and frantic voices were heard from within the forest. The group were being pushed back and forth before the twins and Ginny were separated from Rastaban, Harry, Hermione and Ron. They couldn't see and tried to remain together before they suddenly heard Ron yelp.
"Ron, Ron!?" Hermione stopped abruptly, causing Harry to walk into her and Rastaban tripped with a grunt, "Ugh, this is idiocy. Lumos!"
A bright light illuminating from the tip of Hermione's wand. Now that they could see they saw Ron sprawled on the floor with Rastaban laying on top of him. Rastaban and Ron's faces immediately burned red as they scrambled to their feet. Rastaban quickly apologized while Ron grunted, "Stupid tree root. Tripped over the thing."
"With feet like that, hard not to." An all too familiar voice said a little ways away from the group.
Rastaban let out a nervous sigh as they all turned to face Draco. He was leaning against a tree completely relaxed, almost too relaxed. His arms were folded over his chest and he wore a smirk on his lips.
"Fuck off Malfoy." Ron glared at Malfoy and got a chuckle in return.
"Language, Weasley." Draco smirked as he eyed Hermione, "Hadn't you better run along, now? You best get her out of sight. You wouldn't like her to be spotted." He said teasingly.
Rastaban stepped between the trio and Draco, "That's enough Draco."
Draco hummed, "I'd hide if I were you, cousin. They hate blood traitors almost as much as they hate mudbloods."
"Watch your mouth!" Ron moved to lunge at Draco but Rastaban used all of his weight to stop the taller boy.
"That's enough Draco!" Rastaban suddenly shouted with pure disdain in his voice, shocking the trio. He glared at his cousin, "Leave now. Or perhaps you'd like a repeat of what happened in the Slytherin Common Room?"
Draco's lazy smile faltered, "So where is our beloved cousin? Out trying to save the muggles? Maybe that mudblood father of hers might get-"
Before anyone could react Draco was on the floor cradling his abdomen. Rastaban stood over him with a leer. The trio watched the boy in shock before Ron let out a huff and grumbled how he wanted to punch Malfoy, "Never talk about uncle Ted like that ever again."
Draco climbed to his feet and glared at Rastaban, "Treacherous little blood traitor."
Rastaban's leer intensified as he reached for his wand. Before he could make a fuss Hermione grabbed his arm, "Come on, he's not worth it." Hermione said before throwing one more disgusted look at Malfoy, "Let's find the others."
"Better keep that bushy head down Granger!" Malfoy laughed.
"Come on." Hermione urged as she led the boys away.
Ron then said, "Bet you anything his father is one of those freaks in the masks."
"Well then let's hope the Ministry catches him." Hermione replied.
"They won't." Rastaban muttered, "If there's one thing my uncle is good at it's worming his way out of trouble."
After that they stopped talking about the Malfoys after that. They continued their search for Fred, George and Ginny but they were nowhere to be found. The path was packed and they couldn't discern one person from another. A little ahead of them a group of teenagers a little older than them were gathered. They spoke French and once they saw them they spoke aloud towards the group.
"What is it you think they're saying?" Ron asked.
Rastaban replied, shocking the trio with his fluent French. They watched as the boy briefly conversed with the girl. They caught onto a few words like 'Hogwarts', 'Quidditch' and 'Beauxbatons'. When they waved their goodbyes with pleasant smiles the trio looked at the boy expectantly.
"What was that about?" Harry had asked.
"They're students from Beauxbatons Academyof Magic." He answered, "They thought we were their classmates and asked if we saw their headmistress, Madam Maxime. I explained to them that we attend Hogwarts."
"You speak French?" Hermione asked curiously.
"I took lessons when I was younger." He explained, "The Lestrange family originated in France so it's only fitting. Considering the main family vault is in Paris and all." He shrugged before he looked around, "Are there any signs of the others?"
"They couldn't have gone that far." Ron states as he raises his wand, lighting it. Harry followed suit as did Rastaban. When he reached for his wand his hand only met an empty pocket. He dug through the pockets in his pajamas, jacket and he even checked his bag.
"My aunt is going to kill me." He groaned in dread.
"What's happened?" Harry asked, concerned.
"I can't find my wand." He said nervously.
"Seriously?" Ron asked in shock.
The trio raised their wands to illuminate the dark wood. Rastaban crawled around the forest floor, desperately trying to find his wand. The group all looked around in hopes of finding it.
"What does it look like?" Hermione asked.
"It's an ebony wand, twelve and a quarter inches, and there's a raven carved over a pearl at the handle." He explained as he crawled around moving leaves around.
For a moment they searched for the wand before Rastaban let out a defeated sigh, "I'm doomed."
Harry nodded in agreement, "You're doomed."
The rustle of leaves caught them off guard and Rastaban scrambled away before he hit Harry's legs. Out of the bushes came Winky the house-elf. She was moving strangely. It was almost as if she was being pulled by something.
"There is bad wizards about!" She exclaimed frantically. She leaned forward as if she was tugging on something, "People high in the air! Winky is getting out of the way!" She exclaimed as she disappeared into the trees lining the other side of the path.
"What's going on with her?" Ron asked curiously, "Why can't she run properly?"
"Maybe she's out of breath." Rastaban replied with a shrug.
Harry then said, "Maybe she didn't get permission to hide."
"You know, house-elves get a very raw deal!" said Hermione hotly, "It's slavery, that's what it is! That Mr. Crouch made her go up to the top of the stadium, and she was terrified, and he's got her bewitched so she can't even run when they start trampling tents!" She exclaimed, "Why doesn't anyone do something about it?"
Rastaban listened to the small debate between Hermione and Ron while he looked around the floor, hoping to see his wand. The snapping sound of a twig breaking beneath someone's feet sent a chill up his spine. The mere idea of his wand breaking engulfed his body with a cold sense of dread. His uncle may understand given the situation but he'd never hear the end of it from his aunt and not to mention Dora's endless teasing he's bound to endure.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, meeting Rastaban's eyes, "Your aunt and uncle will understand that you've lost. I'm sure they'll be happier that you're okay, wand or not."
The statement gave Rastaban some ease of mind, "You think so?"
A loud boom came from the camp before Harry could answer, "Let's keep on moving." Ron said, glancing at Hermione in concern.
Rastaban moved like a zombie as he absentmindedly followed the trio. He stared blankly at their feet as he moved. His thoughts returning to his wand, his family, and the mysterious breath on his neck. He didn't even notice the three veela dancing in the shining moonlight.
"Did I tell you I've invented a broomstick that'll reach Jupiter?" Ron's proclamation snapped Rastaban out of his own head.
"Honestly!" Hermione exclaimed as she and Harry pulled Ron away from the sight with Rastaban in tow.
Eventually they reached the heart of the forest. It was silent, peaceful. Harry had suggested they sit and wait for the others. With how silent it is they could hear anyone coming. They hardly had a chance to sit down before Ludo Bagman stumbled out in the open.
With the light of their wands they saw that Bagman's demeanor had drastically changed. No longer was he jolly and red-faced, he looked pale and nervous.
"Who's that?" He tried to look past the light of the three wands, "What are you doing here?" He demanded.
The four teens exchange looks of astonishment and confusion, "There's a sort of riot going on." Ron said.
"What?" Bagman asked, confused.
Ron explained, "At the campsite. . . some people have got hold of a family of Muggles. . . "
"Shit!" Bagman exclaimed, "Damn them!" Without another word he disapperated.
"That was peculiar." Rastaban commented.
"Not exactly on top of things, Mr. Bagman, is he?" said Hermione with a frown.
"He was one hell of a beater though." Ron replied before he led them to a small patch of dry grass and sat down, "The Wimbourne Wasps won the league three times in a row while he was with them."
Rastaban sat soon between Hermione and Ron so he sat across from Harry. He leaned back against the trunk of the tree they sat under. The four of them watched as Ron's figurine of Viktor Krum walked around between them. The silence was pregnant with the tension between them all.
"I hope the other's are okay." Hermione suddenly said.
"They'll be fine." Ron assures.
"Imagine if your dad catches Lucius Malfoy." Harry smiled at Ron, "He's always said he'd like to get something on him." Harry's smile immediately dropped as his gaze moved to Rastaban, "Er. . .sorry Rastaban."
"It's fine." Rastaban gave him a small smile, "But I'm afraid to say Dora may be more likely to catch him. She is an auror after all."
"What's an auror?" Harry asked.
"A dark wizard catcher." Ron answered.
"Dora trained under the best, Alastor Moody, himself." Rastaban said proudly, "She always says she's been itching to catch a Death Eater."
"Mad-eye Moody?" Ron asked, slightly frightened, "Didn't he go a little. . ."
"Mad?" The Slytherin chuckled, "I don't see it that way. To me he's very. . . eccentric."
Harry had a confused look on his face, "What do you mean by that?"
Rastaban hummed as he thought about what to say, "He's very set in his beliefs, gruff, surly and a bit scary not to mention paranoid but given all that he's lived through I don't think it's completely unwarranted. He fought against You-Know-Who's forces. He's imprisoned more death eaters than anyone else, that's why he's so famous."
"Infamous is more like it." Ron muttered.
"Do you think they'll get the muggles down?" Hermione asked nervously.
"I think so." Rastaban replied, "My uncle Ted may be muggle-born but he's one of the greatest wizards I know, not to mention my aunt Andromeda."
"Is she gonna hit the dark wizards over the head with frying pans?" Ron laughed receiving a glare from Rastaban.
"I'll have you know that my aunt Andromeda was near the top of her class during her time at Hogwarts, she's the strongest witch I know." The boy said defensively, "There's more to her than meets the-"
The sudden sound of heavy, staggering footsteps silenced the group. They all darted their heads around looking for the source of the sound. Even with their lit wands they could hardly see into the darkened forest. They were about to stand and look before the footsteps came to a sudden halt.
"Hello?" Harry asked, getting on his feet before the others followed suit.
Rastaban, still wandless, grabs a rock and raises it like a ball, "Who's there?" He pulled his arm back ready to chuck it at anyone who approaches, "Show yourself!"
Then a gruff voice, one they've never heard before, exclaimed, "MORSMORDRE!"
A mass of green, glittering light erupted from behind the brush. The light shot high above the trees and into the sky. Thinking it was an attack Rastaban threw the rock before hearing a grunt and the sound of someone falling to the ground. He wore a triumphant look on his face before green light illuminated the entire forest.
"What in the-" Ron's gasp caught everyone's attention.
They all looked up and Rastaban froze. The green light had formed into a shape he won't soon forget. It was a gigantic skull looming over them with a serpent slithering out of its mouth. It shined brighter and brighter shining in the pitch black sky, an emerald specter looking down at the earth below.
"The Dark Mark." He muttered dreadfully.
The silence around them erupted in screams causing the teens to jump. Rastaban glared into the darkness, looking around for whoever conjured the skull but to no avail. The shorter boy moved to search for the caster of the spell but Ron grabbed his arm and dragged him away.
"Stop, I need to find whoever did it!" Rastaban struggled against the taller boy's grip.
"What is it?" Harry asked, watching as Rastaban fought against Ron.
"It's the Dark Mark, his mark." Rastaban replied as he was dragged away, "You-Know-Who's calling card."
"Voldemort's?" Harry asked before Hermione grabbed him.
"Come on, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.
The group moved to head across the clearing but before they heard the distinct popping sound, signaling the arrival of wizards. Rastaban ceased his struggle as he realized that they were surrounded by twenty wizards. They had all their wands out, each pointed directly at them. Rastaban's heart stopped as he froze. Just then he was grabbed from behind and pulled down to the floor.
"STUPEFY!"
Rastaban ducked his head as red jets of light flew over the group. The jets flew through the hair sweeping the air around them. The lights bounced off trees and into the darkness. Rastaban never felt so terrified in his life, especially since he didn't have a wand although he didn't think that would help.
"Stop!" A familiar voice came from the trees, "Stop! That's my son!"
"Rastaban!" Another voice came from the trees.
The group looked up to see the twenty wizards lowering their wands. From the brush came Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Tonks. The two adults sprinted towards the group with petrified look on their faces.
"Ron, Harry, Hermione!" Mr. Weasley's voice shaked, "Are you alright?"
"Rastaban!" Andromeda ran past Arthur only to be met with the sight of Harry curled over Rastaban.
"Out of the way!" A cold yet familiar voice said.
The group all looked up to see Mr. Crouch. He and the other ministry wizards were closing in on them. The group got to their feet in time to face Mr. Crouch. The older man's face was tight with rage and his eyes looked as if he was ready to kill.
"Which one of you did it!?" He demanded his eyed shifting between the four and his wand pointed at each of them, "Which one of you conjured it!?'' His eyes fell on Rastaban and his glare intensified, "Lestrange!" He grabbed the boy by the collar and roughly pulled him forward, "It was you!" He jabbed his wand into Rastaban's neck.
"I didn't do anything!" Rastaban snapped.
"It wasn't him!" Harry grabbed Rastaban's shoulder and tried to pry him away from Mr. Crouch.
"He's mental." Ron muttered to Hermione.
"Do not lie! He is the son of two of the most infamous death eaters!" His gaze remained locked on Rastaban, "He was discovered at the scene of the crime!"
"Unhand him!" Andromeda demanded, pointing her wand at Mr. Crouch, "He's only a child." She declared as three other wizards pointed their wands at her.
"Teenager." Rastaban corrected.
"Where did the mark come from then?" He demanded looking at the other three teens.
"Over there." Hermione quickly pointed to where the mark came from, "There was someone behind the trees. . .he shouted words. . .an incantation."
"I hit him with a rock." Rastaban added, "I got him good by the sound of it." He gave the man a taunting smirk.
"He stood there did he?" It was obvious in his tone that he didn't believe them, "An incantation you say? You seem to know an awful lot about how this mark is conjured, little missy."
Ron put a hand on Hermione's arm as Crouch's wide eyed glare landed on her.
It was beginning to become obvious that the other ministry officials didn't believe Rastaban. They all pointed their wands at where Hermione had pointed. Rastaban met Crouch's eye-popping glare with his own.
"We're too late." A witch in a dressing gown stated, "They would've disapparated by now."
"I don't think so." A wizard replied, it was Amos Diggory, "Some of our stunners went through those bushes. Good chance we got him." The man then sprinted towards the trees.
"Be careful Amos!" Mr. Tonks shouted as he joined his wife at her side, "I would appreciate it if you unhand my nephew, Mr. Crouch." Whatever polite and respectful tone that was used during the day is long as Ted glared at Barty.
"Let him go!" Nymphadora ran out of the darkness and up towards Crouch but Charlie caught up to her and restrained her. Bill and Percy emerged after them before aiding Charlie in holding Tonks away from Crouch.
"Yes! We got them!" Amos' voice came from behind the trees, "There's someone here! Unconscious! It's - but - blimey. . . "
Mr. Crouch finally released Rastaban from his grip, causing the boy to fall back against Harry's chest. The wizards sent one more glare towards the boy before he and the rest of the wizards went to follow Mr. Diggory. They all eyed the man as Harry gently released Rastaban so his family could pull him into a tight embrace.
"What a cunt." Tonks muttered as she joined her family. Her foul language got her a glare from her mother, "What? We're all thinking about it."
"You've got someone?" shouted Mr. Crouch, "Who? Who is it?"
Everyone waited anxiously as the sound of snapping twigs and rustling leaves grew ever closer. Mr. Diggory emerged from the trees carrying a small limp figure in his arms. Rastaban immediately recognized the small figure, it was Winky the house-elf.
Crouch didn't move, speak or even react as Amos placed the elf on the ground. Everyone was staring at Crouch as he looked down at his elf. He seemed stunned by the sight of Winky. It was seconds later when he finally registered What happened.
"This. . .cannot. . .be." He muttered in denial, "No. . ." He shook his head before stalking away.
Rastaban's attention was entirely on the elf as everyone else debated whether she actually conjured the mark. Could it have been her? Was she the one who was breathing down his neck during the game? Why would a house-elf conjure the dark mark and how would she know how to do it?
"Here look!" Amos declared, holding up a wand, "Had it in her hand. So that's clause three of -"
"That's my wand!" Rastaban suddenly exclaimed before he snatched it from Amos, "I thought I lost it." He muttered before he looked down at the unconscious elf. Why would an elf want a wand?
Before Amos could continue with what he was about to say, an audible pop could be heard through the clearing. Ludo Bagman apparated between Mr. Weasley and Ted. He was breathless as he panted. He looked around like a madman before his eyes landed on the skull in the sky.
"The Dark Mark!" He exclaimed, almost stepping on the elf, "Did you get them? Who did it!?" He asked frantically as Crouch returned from where Amos found Winky, "Where have you been, Barty? Why weren't you at the match? Your elf was saving you a seat too - gulping gargoyles!" Bagman's rambling came to a halt as h just noticed Winky lying at his feet. "What happened to her?"
"I've been busy." He jerked, "And my elf has been stunned."
"Stunned? By the lot of you? Why would you -" Ludo's face fell in realization, "Winky? Conjure the Dark Mark? She wouldn't know how and besides she'd need a wand!"
"Aye and I found her with one." Amos replied before he turned to Barty, "If it's alright with you Mr. Crouch I feel that we should hear what she has to say?" Mr. Crouch remained silent. Amos took the silence as confirmation. Raising his own wand he exclaimed, "Ennervarte!"
The elf stirred awake and opened her large brown eyes. Looking up to see her surrounded by wizards, the elf sat up shakingly. She looked so fragile and feeble in her cowering state.
"Elf!" Amos said sternly, "Do you know who I am? I am a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures!"
Rastaban watched as the elf was only able to rock back and forth. She gave panting breaths as she looked up at the Dark Mark in the sky.
"As you see, elf, the Dark Mark was conjured here a short while ago," Mr. Diggory said,"And you were discovered moments later, right beneath it! An explanation, if you please!"
"I. . .I. . .I is not doing it, sir!" Winky gasped. "I is not knowing how, sir!"
"You were found with a wand in your hand!" barked Mr. Diggory as he points at Rastaban's wand, "You found a lost wand eh elf? You must've picked it up and thought you'd have some fun is that right?"
"I is not doing magic with it, sir!" squealed Winky, tears streaming out of her bulbous brown eyes. "I is. . . I is. . . I is just picking it up, sir! I is not making the Dark Mark, sir, I is not knowing how!"
"It wasn't her!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed. She shocked her friends, speaking up in front of Ministry Officials.
"She's right!" Rastaban declared, "The one who casted the spell sounded like a man."
"A human man." Ron emphasized.
"It wasn't her." Harry agreed.
"Well, we'll soon see," mumbled Mr. Diggory, looking unimpressed. "There's a simple way of discovering the last spell a wand performed, elf, did you know that?" He then turned to face Rastaban, "Your wand if you please young man."
Rastaban clutched his wand tighter before he looked up to his uncle. Ted only nodded before Rastaban handed his wand over. Mr. Diggory took the wand in hand before he put his own wand tip to tip with Rastaban's, "Prior Incantato!" He roared.
Everyone watched in shock as an enormous skull with a serpent for a tongue shot out from where the wands met. It appeared to be made of gray smoke instead of green light. It was as if it was the phantom of the spell.
"Deletrius!" Mr. Diggory shouted, and the smoky skull vanished in a wisp of smoke. "So," said Mr. Diggory in triumph, looking down upon Winky, who was still shaking convulsively.
"I is not doing it!" she squealed, her voice shrill with terror. "I is not, I is not, I is not knowing how! I is a good elf, I isn't using wands, I isn't knowing how!"
"You've been caught red-handed, elf!" Mr. Diggory roared. "Caught with the guilty wand in your hand!"
Rastaban stepped forward, "You don't honestly believe that an elf knows how to conjure the Dark Mark when there are hardly any wizards who know how to cast it." He spoke in a tone that suggested he didn't take Mr. Diggory seriously, "Do you have any idea how she could've learned it?"
"Perhaps Amos is suggesting," Mr. Crouch's voice rang with anger, "that I routinely teach my servants to conjure the Dark Mark?"
Mr. Diggory's face grew pale, "Mr. Crouch. . .of course. . .I wouldn't. . ."
"Then how do you think she conjured it?" Rastaban repeated.
Amos quickly regained his composure, "She could've picked it up somewhere -"
"Amos," said Mr. Crouch interrupted sternly, "I am fully aware that, in the ordinary course of events, you would want to take Winky into your department for questioning. I ask you, however, to allow me to deal with her." He said leaving no room for argument, "Rest assured she will be dealt with fittingly."
"M-m-master. . . " Winky stammered, looking up at him, her eyes shining with tears. "M-m-master, p-p-please. . . "
The others watched in tense silence as they watched Crouch. The man looked down at his crying elf without an ounce of pity in his gaze, "Winky has behaved tonight in a manner I would not have believed possible," He finally said, "I told her to remain in the tent. I told her to stay there while I went to sort out the trouble. And I find that she disobeyed me." He paused, "This means clothes."
"No!" The house-elf screeched as she clutched onto Mr. Crouch's leg.
"There were Death Eaters." Rastaban stated, "You can't blame her for running. They would've killed her."
"Look at her she's terrified!" Hermione added.
Mr. Crouch stepped back looking down at the elf in disgust. He shook her off his leg before he replied, "I have no use for a house-elf who disobeys me." He looked down at the two students, "I have no use for a servant who forgets what is due to her master, and her master's reputation."
Rastaban glared at the man before Ted stepped forward, "I think it's time we return to our tent. Amos if you please, return my nephew's wand."
Mr. Diggory returned Rastaban's wand and he quickly put it in his bag.
"Come along everyone." Mr. Weasley quickly herded the group away but Hermione remained still as she looked down at Winky, "Hermione!" Finally Hermione turned and followed after everyone.
"What's going to happen to her?" She asked.
"I don't know." Mr. Weasley replied.
Rastaban kept his gaze downcast as they left the wood and returned to camp. He heard the hushed whispers and glanced up to meet their fearful glares. They must think he did it. Rastaban can imagine headlines the Daily Profit would come up with.
"Come along, darling." Andromeda escorted him inside of the tent.
Walking through the tent flaps Rastaban quickly made his way up the spiral stairs. He quietly hung his bag and climbed into bed. Laying there with only his thoughts he let out a heavy sigh. Winky lost her job because he tripped over a tree branch. If he had been more careful maybe the Dark Mark wouldn't have been casted and Winky might still have her job.
"Rastaban?"
Rastaban looked up to see Harry lingering at the staircase. The Gryffindor looked as if he was trying to find the right words to say, "I'm fine." He replied with a smile. Before Harry could respond he rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head.
Rastaban waited. Eventually he heard the others climb to bed. He waited for nearly an hour before he stuck his head out from under the blanket. The boy silently got to his feet and walked down to the ground.
Silently he poked his head out of the tent. Whipping his head around to make sure he was alone he stepped out. He looked up at the dark sky before he transformed and took to the sky as a black raven.
He flew over the camp and towards the wood.