AN: I know its been like forever since I posted this story, and I do apologize for that. I hope you all enjoy the next chapter.
Chapter 2
The Dark Mark
After the game we all headed back to the tent. Fred, George, Harry, and Ron were all singing for Ireland. They were especially happy that Fred and George won the bet against Ludo Bagman.
"They are so loud," I complained to Hermione and Ginny.
"Yes they are," Hermione agreed with me.
"Well Ireland did just win the Quidditch World Cup." Ginny laughed and joined in the singing.
I grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her away from the group. I wanted to look through the stands with souvenirs again. We walked through the rows and rows of stands admiring all the objects for sell.
"We should head back," Hermione said looking at the sky. The sun was disappearing over the trees, making the sky red and orange.
"Yeah, I guess." I sighed not wanting to go back. We made our way back to the tent dodging people and kids on toy broomsticks.
When we finally made it back to the tent, we walked in to find Ginny sleeping on the table, and Mr. Weasley cleaning chocolate milk from the ground.
"It's time for bed girls" He said looking up from cleaning the mess.
"Alright." I nodded, heading to our room.
I climbed to the top bunk and stared at the ceiling. Thoughts of my first year at Hogwarts went through my head. Draco. I don't know when I fell asleep but it only felt like a minute.
"Hermione - Chloe get up NOW!" I heard a voice say.
"What?" I said groggily sitting up. The sounds of celebrating were replaced with blood curdling screams. I slipped off my bed reaching for some clothes.
"No time Chloe, grab a jacket and get outside." Mr. Weasley said leaving the room. I noticed that he had just put his jeans over his own pajamas.
Quickly I grabbed my jacket and put it on. I ran outside to see everyone gathered waiting for Hermione and me.
I looked around, very few fires were still lit and I could see people running towards the forest. Looking behind me I saw a tight group of wizards pointing their wands at the sky. At first I didn't think they had faces, but soon realized that they were wearing hoods and above them, floating along in midair, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes. It
was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisible strings that rose from the wands into the air. Two of the figures were very small.
The tall male, I realized, was Mr. Roberts, the campsite manager. The women and two kids must have been his family. Rage filled my body, how could anyone do that?! It was cruel.
"That's sick," Ron muttered, watching the smallest Muggle child, who had begun to spin like a top, sixty feet above the
ground, his head flopping limply from side to side. "That is really sick. . . ."
"C'mon" I heard Fred, or George say. I noticed Mr. Weasley, Charlie, and Percy ran off to help the Ministry.
I grabbed Hermione's and Ginny's hands and sprinted towards the woods. I looked behind us to see the crowd around the masked figures was growing ever bigger. I could also see Ministry officials trying to get through the crowd to the figures, casting spells. It looked as though they were being careful to not do anything to make the Roberts family fall.
The lanterns that once lit the way to the stadium were now extinguished. I could hear people crying and yelling anxiously, looking family or loved ones. Dark figures were running towards the forest; trying desperately to get away. Then I heard Ron yell in pain.
"What's happening?" I Heard Hermione say. "This is ridiculous. lumos" Her wand lit up with light as she searched for Ron. The small beam of light found him sprawled on the floor.
"Tripped over a tree root." He complained getting up.
"Hard not to with those big feet." I whispered to myself. I turned and found myself facing non other than Draco Malfoy.
"Very true Potter." He said unamused. He was leaning against a tree watching the activities with ease on his face. It was as if he knew nothing bad was going to happened to him.
"What's true?" I heard Ron spit out venomously.
"That with your big feet you were bound to trip over something, if not your own feet." Draco said not looking at Ron.
Ron said something he would never dare say in front of his mother.
"Language Weasley," Draco said his eyes reflecting the fire behind us. "After all you wouldn't want her spotted."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked pointing his wand at him.
"You dimwits, they are going after muggles" he laughed. "and if you asked me it would be very entertaining." Just then flashes of green light filled the forest.
"Just drop it." Hermione said grabbing Harry's hand pulling it down.
"Keep your bushy head down Granger, they can spot mudbloods easily, you won't be safe when they get here." He sneered glancing over at us. Our eyes met briefly, and I thought I saw a flash of longing.
I turned away and grabbed Harry's hand. "Let's go," I said pulling slightly. Glaring at Malfoy, They turned and followed me deeper into the forest.
We continued following the crowd of people trying our hardest to stick together. Fred, George, and Ginny were nowhere to be seen, though the path was packed with plenty of other people, all looking nervously over their shoulders toward the commotion back at the campsite. A huddle of teenagers in pajamas was arguing vociferously a little way along the path. When they saw Harry, Ron, Hermione, and me, a girl with thick curly hair turned and said quickly, "Où est Madame Maxime? Nous l'avons perdue —"
"Er — what?" said Ron.
"Oh . . ." The girl who had spoken turned her back on us, and as we walked on we distinctly heard her say, " 'Ogwarts."
"Beauxbatons," muttered Hermione.
"Sorry?" said Harry.
"They must go to Beauxbatons," said Hermione. "You know . . . Beauxbatons Academy of Magic . . . I read about it in An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe."
"Oh . . . yeah . . . right," said Harry.
"Fred and George can't have gone that far," said Ron, pulling out his wand, lighting it like Hermione's, and squinting up the path. Harry dug in the pockets of his jacket for his own wand and I did the same. Pulling my wand out out I heard a loud groan.
"I can't believe it, I've lost my wand" he said still searching his pockets hopelessly. I flashed my wand at him so he could see better, but it didn't do much.
"Maybe you dropped it in the ten, or while we were running," Ron said moving his wand over the floor looking.
"Yeah maybe." Harry said grumpily.
"We should keep going" Hermione said pulling on my sleeve. She was right of course, and we hurried away.
Slowly the noise died down, and we found ourselves in a secluded part of the forest. We stopped walking, trying to catch our breaths.
"It's kind of scary here" I heard Hermione say as she leaned in closer to me. The place was deserted, and it looked like shes were everywhere. It was just a small clearing, and all the other people were hiding in the trees, not wanting to be out in the open.
Then there was a figure, just outside the edge of my vision, walking towards us.
"Whos there?" I heard Harry ask, apparently he had seen him too.
"MORSMORDRE!"
"W-" I started when something green erupted into the sky. For a second it looked like just a bunch of green stars, but then people started screaming again. I took a closer look at the object and realized that the green stars were in the shape of a snake coming out of a skull.
"What is it?" I asked stupidly.
"It's the Dark Mark." Hermione whispered terrified.
"Umm?" I said still confused.
"You-Know-Who's mark!" she exclaimed.
"You mean Voldemort?" Harry asked looking around to Hermione.
"Yes, now lets go!" She started reaching for my hand when Harry yelled.
"DUCK!" he pulled us down just in time. About twenty stunning spells flew over our heads barely missing us.
"Stop that's my son!" we heard Mr. Weasley yell as he ran towards us.
"Ron - Harry - Hermione - Chloe are you alright?"e asked his eyes wide with fear.
"Out of the way, Arthur," said a cold, curt voice.
It was Mr. Crouch. He and the other Ministry wizards were closing in on them. Harry got to his feet to face them. Mr. Crouch's face was taut with rage.
"Which of you did it?" he snapped, his sharp eyes darting between them. "Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?"
"We didn't do that!" said Harry, gesturing up at the skull.
"We didn't do anything!" said Ron, who was rubbing his elbow and looking indignantly at his father. "What did you want to attack us for?"
"Do not lie, sir!" shouted Mr. Crouch. His wand was still pointing directly at Ron, and his eyes were popping — he looked
slightly mad. "You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!"
"Barty," whispered a witch in a long woolen dressing gown, "they're kids, Barty, they'd never have been able to —"
"Where did the Mark come from, you four?" said Mr. Weasley quickly.
"Over there," I said pointing to where we saw the figure. I was pretty shaken up, and just wanted to go back to sleep. All the adrenaline I had was gone and by body felt like I was going to collapse any second.
Barty ran in the direction I had pointed. A few of the other wizards followed him to see if they could find the person. I heard some scuffling and they came back carrying a figure. It was Winky.
"Winky!" Hermione exclaimed surprised. She was holding a wand.
"Hey that's my wand! I dropped it!" Harry cried reaching for it, but BArty didn't let him grab it.
"You dropped after you cast the spell?" Someone asked stepping forward, it was Mr. Diggory.
"What? No! I lost it on the way here." Harry said surprised.
"This must be the wand used to cast the spell" Barty said examining it.
"Can I have my wand back?" He asked.
"We must find out if this is the wand used to cast the Dark Mark!" Mr Diggory exclaimed grabbing hold of the wand. "Then we will know if you cast it or not!"
"Amos, do you really think Harry Potter cast the spell?" Mr. Weasley asked exasperated.
"Uh-Right, then it was the house elf!"
"Winky couldn't have cast the spell" Hermione said. "It was a voice of a man, not a house elf!"
"Who else couldn't done it then?" He asked frustrated.
"Not one of the two people you pointed out." Mr. Weasley said sighing. All the wizards around us agreed with Mr. Weasley and we were allowed to leave.
"let's get back to the tent" I said leading the way. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed without saying a word.
When we reached the tent we found that Fred, George, and Ginny were waiting up for us.
"Oh thank goodness you're alright." Ginny said embracing Hermione and me. Hugging back I looked at the twins faces, they lacked their normal joking happy faces and were replaced with serious faces.
"Alright everyone, let's get some rest." Mr. Weasley said walking in. "We are catching an early of here."
Noddin I headed off to our room and laid down. A lot had happened, my mind was racing, but my body was exhausted. I passed out when my head hit the soft pillow.
AN: and that's chapter two! Please review because reviews mean more chapters!