Chapter 7: Cancellation
"Ron, Hermione, do you want to go for a walk with me? I want to check out the campsite," Harry asked them the next morning.
"Yeah sure," they answered absent-mindedly.
"Uh, I don't want you to go too far from here and make sure your back in half in hour," Mr Weasley said yawning. He like Harry had dark circles around his eyes.
After a couple of minutes they got up and walked out of the house.
"So, where do you want to go and look first Harry?" Ron asked looking around.
"Ron, Harry needs to talk to us!" Hermione said exasperatedly.
"Oh," Ron said sheepishly and turned to look at Harry intently.
"Well, last night I had a dream about Voldemort and the great war. I dreamt he came back," Harry began.
"But you've had dreams like that heaps of times. What's new about this one?" Hermione asked.
"My scar was twinging when I woke up," Harry said predicting their reactions correctly.
Hermione took a sharp intake of air. Ron looked dumbfounded.
"Not only that, but I heard your dad and another wizard standing in the corridor last night talking. My dream came true. He's back."
Hermione looked as though she had been hit with a 100-pound weight and Ron's face had gone a white pasty colour.
Harry replayed last night's conversation to them. Hermione and Ron stood there listening with shock until Harry was done.
"So, so they don't know who did it then, who brought back. you know who?" Ron said quietly.
"No, and they have a large list of people. They even think it could be a death eater they haven't exposed yet," Harry said.
"We um, we sh should head back now," Hermione said hoarsely.
"Yeah. I guess we'll find everything out sooner or later,' Harry said as they walked back towards the cottage.
"Good, Good. Now let's head down to the stadium," Mr Weasley said while dashing around trying to find his keys.
The group walked along to the stadium amidst large groups of people talking happily about the next round of duels or their favourite competitors. Harry thought it was strange that none of these people knew Voldemort was back, that the terror that once reined the world was back.
They made their up into their seats and looked down at the sombre looking Minister. There was a loud ring that let the crowd fall silent at once. A small beam of light fell on the Minister, making him stand out on stage.
"Welcome to you all once again for joining us at the World Championships. Now you may be wondering why I am here, but there is an urgent and pressing matter that needs to be acknowledged immediately. The World Championships have been cancelled," a roar erupted from the stadium. Harry looked around at people with angry faces, yelling and waving their fists.
The minister continued in a louder voice. "The event has been cancelled because," he bellowed causing people to lower their voices a little, "Voldemort has been resurrected."
The silence that filled the stadium was intense. Then whispering erupted all around them. The angry faces had disappeared to be replaced with frightened and disbelieving ones.
"He is still incredibly weak but has the aid of death eaters. There will be a list printed in the Daily Prophet of names and photos of accused death eaters. If any of these people are found, the ministry is to be notified immediately. Now, there is not a high level of threat here so there is no panic. He is currently according to our sources, too weak to move and barely can even breathe."
"Then why aren't the Aurors out there finding him? Why aren't you doing something about it," a voice called from the crowd followed by many cheers and yells.
"Of course ministry officials are out there! As for me, I am doing everything I can to rid this world of him. Every countries sub division of the Ministry in the world is on the lookout for him. Once again, I strongly urge you not to panic," he said and walked of stage.
"I don't get something," Harry said to the others. "If he is so weak, why can't we continue the tournament? There is no way he could do anything here when there are so many people on the lookout for him, and he only has a handful of supporters," Harry finished looking at Mr Weasley questioningly.
"Hm, I have no idea Harry. I guess it's up to the ministry to decide the best course of action," Mr Weasley said while scratching his chin. Harry couldn't help but notice his eyes dart here and there and the small uncomfortable squirm he gave when Harry looked at him.
"Well, we'd better go back and pack up. It's back to the Burrow. Goodness, every World event that is held here ends up getting ruined," Mr Weasley said.
A/N: Yay!! I updated after an incredibly long time. I realised that this story is going nowhere if I didn't have some action in it. And I am going to try and keep everyone in character as much as possible. Well, Happy Christmas everyone!! And you'll hear from again in 2004!
Ooh, and by the way, if you haven't seen Peter Pan, you have to go and see it. It is fantastic!! I saw the preview and I thought it was going to be totally awesome, but when I saw it, it was 100 times better. If you don't see it, you are truly missing out on something incredibly good.
"Ron, Hermione, do you want to go for a walk with me? I want to check out the campsite," Harry asked them the next morning.
"Yeah sure," they answered absent-mindedly.
"Uh, I don't want you to go too far from here and make sure your back in half in hour," Mr Weasley said yawning. He like Harry had dark circles around his eyes.
After a couple of minutes they got up and walked out of the house.
"So, where do you want to go and look first Harry?" Ron asked looking around.
"Ron, Harry needs to talk to us!" Hermione said exasperatedly.
"Oh," Ron said sheepishly and turned to look at Harry intently.
"Well, last night I had a dream about Voldemort and the great war. I dreamt he came back," Harry began.
"But you've had dreams like that heaps of times. What's new about this one?" Hermione asked.
"My scar was twinging when I woke up," Harry said predicting their reactions correctly.
Hermione took a sharp intake of air. Ron looked dumbfounded.
"Not only that, but I heard your dad and another wizard standing in the corridor last night talking. My dream came true. He's back."
Hermione looked as though she had been hit with a 100-pound weight and Ron's face had gone a white pasty colour.
Harry replayed last night's conversation to them. Hermione and Ron stood there listening with shock until Harry was done.
"So, so they don't know who did it then, who brought back. you know who?" Ron said quietly.
"No, and they have a large list of people. They even think it could be a death eater they haven't exposed yet," Harry said.
"We um, we sh should head back now," Hermione said hoarsely.
"Yeah. I guess we'll find everything out sooner or later,' Harry said as they walked back towards the cottage.
"Good, Good. Now let's head down to the stadium," Mr Weasley said while dashing around trying to find his keys.
The group walked along to the stadium amidst large groups of people talking happily about the next round of duels or their favourite competitors. Harry thought it was strange that none of these people knew Voldemort was back, that the terror that once reined the world was back.
They made their up into their seats and looked down at the sombre looking Minister. There was a loud ring that let the crowd fall silent at once. A small beam of light fell on the Minister, making him stand out on stage.
"Welcome to you all once again for joining us at the World Championships. Now you may be wondering why I am here, but there is an urgent and pressing matter that needs to be acknowledged immediately. The World Championships have been cancelled," a roar erupted from the stadium. Harry looked around at people with angry faces, yelling and waving their fists.
The minister continued in a louder voice. "The event has been cancelled because," he bellowed causing people to lower their voices a little, "Voldemort has been resurrected."
The silence that filled the stadium was intense. Then whispering erupted all around them. The angry faces had disappeared to be replaced with frightened and disbelieving ones.
"He is still incredibly weak but has the aid of death eaters. There will be a list printed in the Daily Prophet of names and photos of accused death eaters. If any of these people are found, the ministry is to be notified immediately. Now, there is not a high level of threat here so there is no panic. He is currently according to our sources, too weak to move and barely can even breathe."
"Then why aren't the Aurors out there finding him? Why aren't you doing something about it," a voice called from the crowd followed by many cheers and yells.
"Of course ministry officials are out there! As for me, I am doing everything I can to rid this world of him. Every countries sub division of the Ministry in the world is on the lookout for him. Once again, I strongly urge you not to panic," he said and walked of stage.
"I don't get something," Harry said to the others. "If he is so weak, why can't we continue the tournament? There is no way he could do anything here when there are so many people on the lookout for him, and he only has a handful of supporters," Harry finished looking at Mr Weasley questioningly.
"Hm, I have no idea Harry. I guess it's up to the ministry to decide the best course of action," Mr Weasley said while scratching his chin. Harry couldn't help but notice his eyes dart here and there and the small uncomfortable squirm he gave when Harry looked at him.
"Well, we'd better go back and pack up. It's back to the Burrow. Goodness, every World event that is held here ends up getting ruined," Mr Weasley said.
A/N: Yay!! I updated after an incredibly long time. I realised that this story is going nowhere if I didn't have some action in it. And I am going to try and keep everyone in character as much as possible. Well, Happy Christmas everyone!! And you'll hear from again in 2004!
Ooh, and by the way, if you haven't seen Peter Pan, you have to go and see it. It is fantastic!! I saw the preview and I thought it was going to be totally awesome, but when I saw it, it was 100 times better. If you don't see it, you are truly missing out on something incredibly good.