HP and me don't mix-or at least I didn't think it up

Not really a hard choice.

"Come on Gin!" I yelled, then I pulled her onto my back, piggy-back style, so we wouldn't get separated. I pushed against the now-even-more-chaotic crowd, trying to look for a splash of red hair. FYI: Pushing against something like a hundred thousand people is really, really, really hard. Have I mentioned how loud it was? Even during the World Cup it wasn't this loud! I cursed under my breath, it would take a merical to find George in this place.

"George!" I shouted again. I scanned the top of the crowd, the skull threw off a little light and I still had my wand out. Then I heard it over the chaos of the crowd; a long high note- a whistle, our whistle.

I saw george fighting his way through the crowd. I groaned when I caught sight of him. His shirt was stained with blood and the skin on his right arm was almost all torn off. The crowd had thinned out some now, apparently whoever was under those masks had disappeared. I took Ginny off my back and ran over to George. "Man, what happened to you? You look like you've been through a war!" I exclaimed.

George smiled at me, but his smile seemed forced, and his face was as white as snow. "I guess we both were. My arm is killing me though."

I tried to smile back, but it was difficult. "We should get you back to the tent. Charlie will fix you up, he's good at those kinds of spells." I saw George sway on the spot and reached out a hand to steady him. "Come on bro, let's get you out of here." He nodded and he and I each took Ginny by the arm. We walked slowly out of the woods and were amazed at what we saw next.


I write really little and I don't care. I do! Anyway thanks for the review ChandlerLover, your thoughts are much appreciated. And I would also appreciate your thoughts-yes you, the one who is reading this right now. I want to hear from you!