Someday, I will own something of great value. This will not be Harry Potter, as J K Rowling already owns it.
What Happens When Death Eaters Get Drunk
It had been quite a fun evening. Ryua had managed to lose her parents and brother for a few minutes to talk and celebrate with Harry, Ron, and Hermionie, surrounded by green fireworks set off by exultant Ireland fans. Even back at her own tents, the mood was cheerful. A few of Father's friends had come over, and he and mother were talking quite happily with all of them. Draco tried to whine some firewhisky out of the adults, but was turned down. Mother had, however, gotten a case of butterbeer for the children, which made Pansy, Millicent, Crabbe, and Goyle very pleased.
Eventually the fireworks died down as Ministry wizards got to the last of the celebrators. The children were all sent off to their separate tents, as their parents came and joined the Malfoy fire. Having had quite a good day, Ryua was content to lay down in her bed and drift off into dreams of flying in a World Cup one day.
Unfortuantely, they were awoken urgently by mother sometime around 1:00 AM. She seemed slightly tipsy, and strangley excited as she shook them awake. "Off to the forest now, children."
"What?"
"Why?"
"We're going to go on a little expedition, your Father and I and a few friends..." She giggled, and Ryua was now sure she was rather drunk.
"An expedition?" Draco asked, rolling out of his bunk across the room.
"Yes, Lucius had the brilliant idea that we all go find some muggles and mudbloods! Won't that be just hilarious?"
"Excellent! Can I..." Draco started to say.
Mother cut him off, "No, this is just for adults. You two are to watch and learn, see how it's done, pick up a few decent spells, maybe."
Ryua rolled her eyes. She likely knew more spells than mother did, at least in the cursing category. "Alright, we'll go. Come on, Draco."
Although he would probably have preferred to be part of the expedition, Draco seemed happy to watch Death Eaters in action. They got to the forest edge just as the first screams started. "Who d'you think they'll find? I mean, there's mostly witches and wizards here, eh?"
"Probably that poor camp coordinater, the one always getting his memory wiped?"
"Yeah, I guess. They might go after some mudbloods too, I wonder where that Granger's tent is."
"She's in with the Weasleys, probably... they'll take care of her."
"Hmm, pity. Something's a bit odd, though," Draco frowned, the glare of burning tents reflecting off his face, "Why's mother out there? She's not the type to go randomly doing this, is she?"
"Well, as long as she doesn't have to kill anyone, she's happier, but she's extremely drunk, couldn't you tell?"
"Oh, that's why Father was so generous with the firewhisky. It's a dangerous thing to do surrounded by Ministry wizards, he probably had to get them all drunk to go through with it."
Just then, Ron announced his presence by tripping noisily over a root. The twins looked over to see the trio struggling through the trees, Hermionie's wand already glowing. Ryua hid a grin at Ron's greeting, something he must have learned from his older brothers.
"Language, Weasley," Draco said, "You wouldn't want her spotted, would you?" Ryua, not trusting herself to take the proper side in this argument, turned her face back towards the camp. A large green explosion lit the forest (Ooh, I wonder if I could do that...) as she heard Draco say, "Have it your own way, Potter, if you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are."
"You watch your mouth!" Ryua heard Ron say, and a brief scuffle of Hermionie restraining him mostly drowned out by a really loud explosion.
"Scare easily, don't they?" Draco asked in response to the frantic screaming that had ensued after the blast. "I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What's he up to- trying to rescue the Muggles?"
"Where're your parents?" said Harry, sounding more angry with every passing second, "Out there wearing masks, are they?"
Actually, there was no doubt in the twins' minds that Father was not only out there, he had put the whole stunt together. Of course, admitting so wouldn't be the smartest idea Draco had ever come up with, so... "Well... if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?"
Luckily, they left before things got really ugly, sensibly getting Hermionie further out of sight. "Draco, they're starting to come this way. We don't want to get hit by a spell by accident..."
"What, scared?" he sneered.
"No, but those are some very powerful spells being thrown about by some very drunk Death Eaters. I do not have a wand, you do but can't make a decent shield spell to save your life, so I suggest we go a little deeper, before the whole conversation becomes moot."
Draco sneered again, but pulled out his wand and headed deeper off into the woods anyway. "Lumos!" he said, illuminating a small section of forest. "Ah, wonderful. I can't see the bloody path! Where to now, oh fountain of eternal wisdom?"
"Get out of my way!" Ryua snapped, shoving him aside. She snapped her fingers, and a bright-white ball of fire settled nicely into her palm, showing the path ten feet to their left.
"Where did you learn that?" Draco asked in astonishment.
Ryua silently prayed that Draco would accept a really lame, spur of the moment lie. "Professor Snape showed me, three weeks before exams. I had finished my work, unlike some lazy sods, and needed something to do." Although he scowled, Draco seemed to accept her story, and just fell sullenly into step behind her. I'd better tell Snape he's taught me this before Draco asks him about it...
Five minutes later, Ryua stopped dead in her tracks, her ball of coldfire snuffing out as she forgot about it. "Ouch, Ryua, what's going on," Draco asked as he collided with her. In response, she pointed at the treetops, where a sparkling green cloud was just making itself visible.
"What is it?"
"Morsmordre..." Ryua whispered.
"The Dark Mark?" Draco whispered back, awed by the symbol of death hovering above them. "But it hasn't been seen in 14 years now, and only Death Eaters can fire it up... and they're all back torturing muggles."
"All of them? Apparently not. Someone must have gotten lost... or something..." Ryua knew that only Death Eaters were taught how to send it up, a copy of their own Dark Mark, to show that they had killed. She also knew that although three inner-circle Death Eaters were dead, and numerous ones populated Azkaban, there were still unknown numbers of them acting innocent wizards. Not all of the junior grade ones knew the spell, but still... "Oh Salazar, we have to get out of here."
"What? Why? A Death Eater shot it up, we're perfectly safe..."
"That's exactly the problem! What do you think, say, Arthur Weasley would do if he found us here? We're Death Eaters in many people's eyes, both of us know at least the incantation, and I could probably cast it if I put my mind to it. That's enough in a situation like this to get us expelled, if not thrown in Azkaban!" Draco paled, then started back along the path. His wand lit the way now, as they didn't need such a bright beacon calling attention to themselves.
Sure enough, they came across Father and mother near their tent clearing, already charming a portkey. They both looked the most worried that Ryua had ever seen either of them. Death Eaters on the march, the Dark mark in the sky... we are in for one interesting year.
