A/N: This story is post-Hogwarts...... I'd say the gangs about 18. Set in the year 2000. Michelle appears courtesy of herself (she does what she wants, and she wanted to do this fic.) If you've read A 7th Year Christmas and A 6th Year Traitor to date you'll know some about her. This fic is from her POV.
Disclaimer: Michelle is just someone who shares my brain. She appears courtesy of herself. Seamus, Harry, Hermione, Parvati, Padma............... You get the point? They belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. Jeff Baker and Charlotte Horner, and their families, appear courtesy of Michelle. Christina Luna is half mine, half Michelle's. The Atlanta Braves belong to themselves.
Chapter 5
Raffie and I got together every night after the games, and on game-free days we had picnics by the river.
The night of Raffie's 20th birthday, the Braves were starting a four game series against the Cards. I was in the audience, as usual, watching the game intently.
It was in the second inning that the unexpected visitor found me and my friends. He had been making his was through the crowd all evening, and finally he had found me.
Lord Voldemort.
I was about to scream when I saw him. I was undeniably frightened, and I ran, ran like the wind away from him.
I ran right into the dugout.
Voldemort was beginning to yell out a curse, but I was quicker.
But spells slipped my mind.
Parvati, who had been with me, along with Lavender, Padma, and Jeff, were right next to me.
Voldemort yelled something I could understand, but just before I passed out, I heard someone yell, "Avada Kedavra" with a wand pointed at Voldemort.
Of course, I knew Voldemort couldn't be killed.
I didn't think so, anyway.
It was the person who had cast the spell that had shocked me the most.
It wasn't Parvati. Or Lavender. It wasn't Padma or Jeff, even.
It was Chipper.