She must've been dreaming because, after what seemed like hours of silence in her sleep, the screams and cheers broke out again; loud as ever. After a few seconds, she began to stir, these screams making her uncomfortable, she opened her eyes and her vision was assaulted by the bright blaze of the light outside. Something was wrong. She jumped out of bed, landing on her feet and ran to her uncle's cot and shook him.

"Uncle Ethan!" she yelled over the screams outside "Something's happening!" She ran over to Jerry's cot and stumbled over her feet, falling elbow first into his stomach

"OOF!" Jerry shouted when Lyla knocked the wind out of him. Both men stood up quickly and ran to opposite window holes of the tent. As they were looking out at what sounded like madness Lyla rushed to her backpack, draped over one of the chairs and pulled out her wand on her way to the flap. Just as she was pulling it open, Charlie Weasley ran through it and knocked right into her. The momentum plus his significant heft knocked the much slighter Lyla onto the floor.

"Lyla!" he shouted over the noise, bending down to pick her up "Lyla! You need to go! Leave now, take your family home" he looked behind her to see Alicia just beginning to wake up, moaning unhappily.

"Charlie, what's happening?!" she screamed back at him, gripping his forearms. Ethan and Terry moved closer, their faces grim, looking for information.

Charlie looked into Ethan's face and said softly, "Death Eaters."

The color completely drained from Lyla's face as she removed her grip from Charlie's arm and broke free of his. "Alicia!" she screamed, shaking her sister "Steven!" she cried as she crawled over to her brother. "Steven! Wake up"

"Uhmgf?" he groaned, his eyes parting very slightly. At that moment there was a loud bang, prompting Steven to jolt upright in his bed, wide awake.

Lyla pulled her brother out of bed and grabbed her little sister's hand and joined them together. "Go home Steven. Go home and take Alicia with you!" he widened his eyes at her and shook his head furiously. She grabbed his face in her hands and looked into his eyes "Yes! YES! I know you can do it!" She let go of their clasped hands and moved back "Go now!"

Steven closed his eyes tight and not five seconds later both he and a crying Alicia had disappeared. Lyla scrambled to her feet and scooped up her wand, running out of the tent where she frantically looked around for her brother-in-law, uncle and Charlie. She finally spotted them sprinting over to the Wealsley's tent and followed them, trying not to get trampled by the mobs of people. When she caught up to her uncle the touched his arm and he turned to her, shocked.

Charlie turned around too, grabbed Lyla then shook her. "Why didn't you go home!?" he shouted, something painful dancing behind his eyes. Lyla glared at him and knocked his hands off her and pushed him roughly away from her before turning about to face her uncle and Mr. Weasley.

"What can I do to help?" she said to Arthur, her voice lifeless and serious. He lead the way to a group of other Ministry members who had been at the match and were trying to put out the fires that had been set to tents and evacuate their occupants. Jerry and Charlie went with a group to chase down the masked cowards who had wreaked this havoc but Arthur and Lyla stayed to help people out of their tents and get home, using the Aguamente charm to douse all the flames they could.

There was a flash of light off in the distance and everyone stopped and gaped as the Dark Mark formed in the sky. Lyla's jaw was still slack when Arthur shook her lightly and said, "I need to go. You stay here, keep going. I need to go!" Lyla nodded sternly and continued to spout water over tents that were aflame.

The sun was barely peaking over the horizon, turning the sky a blue grey when the last of the cinders were going out and Mr. Weasley returned with Harry, Ron and Hermione in tow. Lyla was too exhausted to ask what was going on. When Arthur's dull, sad eyes met hers and he silently pat her on the back she collapsed to the floor, exhausted, pulling the oversized shirt she had worn to bed down around her knees. He pat her back again, his understanding and comfort pouring through his fingertips, then went back to the tent. When she regained her strength and realized how ridiculous she looked she stood up and walked back toward her own tent.

On her way back to the tent her uncle ran up and hugged her tightly. "Are you okay?" he whispered, stroking her head. She nodded and held her hand out to her brother in law to hold. He took it and squeezed. She smiled, happy that her family was safe and pulled away from her uncle, rubbing his arm supportively.

In the background she saw Charlie holding back behind Jerry. Lyla pushed past her brother-in-law and stood rigidly in front of Charlie looking up at him.

He saw the muscles in her jaw flex and her eyes flash as they pierced his. He also watched her lower lip quiver and the goose bumps crawl over her soot stained skin.

"I'm sorry" he whispered bashfully. At this, a shiver ran up her spine and a tear fell down her cheek; making a clean track down her black face. He reached up and wiped it away.

"Charlie!" Arthurs voice came from behind Lyla and she whipped around, wiping her own face roughly. "I'm sorry Charlie but we need to go…your mother"

Charlie straightened and nodded his head to indicate he was coming. "Can I write?" he asked Lyla softly, bending down to her. She smiled, but not enough for it to reach her eyes, and nodded her head. Charlie took her hand and stroked it gently before letting it go and moving toward his father.

"Tell your uncle I'll see him at work, Lyla!" Arthur called to her. She nodded grimly and walked into her tent where her family was sitting, waiting for her; both men staring blankly in opposite directions.

"Arthur said he'd see you at work" she informed her uncle, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Okay" he said, his voice gravely and almost gone "Let's go home"

Lyla and Jerry both nodded slowly before disappearing from the campsite.