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A/n: Wow, it's been forever since I updated this. I reread the last nine chapters and realized how badly written they were. I went back and took out Marie cutting herself, and fixed some of the grammar. I realized how much I repeated and contradicted myself. I have improved my writing, so I hope these next chapters are better. I also realized as I started this chapter that Marie didn't buy a wand in Diagon Alley. Sadly, I am too lazy to go back and fix this.
Recap: (So you don't have to read those awful chapters again) Marie Klem hated how boring her life was. Her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. After she was safe at home, she pulled out her favorite Harry Potter book, The Goblet of Fire. She fell asleep, and when she woke up she was in the Burrow. She became fast friends with the twins.
.:Chapter Ten:.
Fred and George dragged Hermione, Ginny, and I out of our tents. Everything was complete chaos. The people were running past us so fast that my head started to spin. Mr. Weasley and the rest of the boys were all standing outside of the tents. I felt completely helpless. Everyone had a wand, except me. What the hell was I thinking? There were a million and one things on the school list, and the ONE thing I forget is my wand.
"Fred, George, watch Ginny and Marie. Don't let them out of your sight! Run, now!" Mr. Weasley shouted, as him and his eldest sons ran into the middle of the trouble. George almost had to pick Ginny up to get her to move. Fred just had to grab my hand to jar me from the spell the overwhelming fear had over me. None of us talked as we ran to the forest. The blood was pounding in my ears so hard that I couldn't even hear the screams anymore. The tree line seemed like miles and miles away. When we reached the trees, my senses were completely out of whack. I could only see the flaming red hair in front of me, nothing else. I could only feel and hear my heart pounding. I didn't see the root that pulled me to the ground. I must have been running with all of my might, because I was standing one moment, before I could figure out what had happened, I was on the ground, screaming.
"Marie, come on! Get up," Fred said, pulling me up, "We're not safe yet." I tried to run again, but I couldn't move my foot. I looked down, and my foot was hanging at a ninety degree angle.
"I can't, Fred. My foot," I cried, pointing down. My adrenaline must have been extremely high, because I couldn't feel the pain that should have made it impossible to think. Fred picked me up, and started running. Ginny and George were way ahead of us. Fred started to shout their names to make them slow down, but the sound of all of the witches and wizards screaming was too loud for Fred's voice to carry.
"George! Ginny! Wait, please!" Fred barked. No answer.
"Just follow them. We'll catch up eventually," I gasped. I looked at my foot. With every bound Fred made, my foot followed. "This is going to hurt like hell later."
"Dad will fix it. We just need to get somewhere safe first," Fred choked. I closed my eyes, waiting for Fred to slow, when the screaming became louder and clearer.
"It's the Dark Mark!" "You-Know-Who's sign!" It's almost over, it's almost over, I kept telling myself. Fred must have caught up with George and Ginny, because I was being lowered to the ground.
"What happened to her foot?" Ginny asked. I could hear the fear in her voice.
"I tripped on a bloody root," I laughed, "I'm starting to feel the pain." I gritted my teeth, tears filled my eyes. I didn't realized the pain would hit this fast. I couldn't stop the whine that escaped my lips. My whole leg was on fire. "Oh, Merlin."
"Do you know any healing spells?" Fred asked his twin. George shook his head. His face was slightly green.
"It doesn't matter. None of us can do magic outside of school. We have to wait for Dad or Charlie. They would know how to fix this," George said. As if on cue, Charlie showed up.
"Campsite. Now," He said between gasps.
"Marie needs help," Ginny cried. That was the last thing I could remember before I passed out.
"Marie, wake up," I hear Mr. Weasley say. "You're foot is healed." I sat up. All the pain in my body was gone. I love magic. I was in the boys tent on an arm chair.
"What time is it?" I croaked.
"About four in the morning." Percy answered, he then turned to Mr. Weasley, "Father, I think the girls should sleep in here for the rest of the night. We can pull their mattresses in, and they can sleep in here."
"Yes. It would be better to have everyone together," Mr. Weasley said. I tried to get up to get my mattress, but I felt three pairs of hands push me back into the chair.
"We will get your mattress," the twins said together. They walked out of the tent with Ginny and Hermione. They came back with our mattresses, and put them on the floor. George picked me up, and set me on the mattress closes to their room.
"Do you expect me to sleep in jeans?" I asked, hitting George in the shoulder, "And without blankets?"
"Gosh! You're so whinny today!" George said, stomping his foot. I couldn't help but laugh. Once I was in warm, clean cloths, and had a blanket, I fell asleep with no problems. I had awful nightmares about my foot the whole night. I must have made a lot of noise because Ginny and Hermione woke me up multiple times.
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The next morning, Mr. Weasley woke us up early. It was still dark when I tried to crawl out of bed. There was a ghost pain in my foot. It felt like an awful sprain. Once I got up and moving I could push the pain to the back of my mind.
"Marie, you're going to Side-Along-Apperate with Bill. Taking a Portkey will be too dangerous with your foot," Mr. Weasley said, leading the others away. I followed Bill, Charlie, and Percy in the other direction.
"Charlie isn't the best at Apperating, and Perce has to go to work, so you're stuck with me," Bill said, smiling. He was so handsome and easy to talk to. "You haven't figured it out yet, have you?" He asked, once we Apperated back to the Burrow. I couldn't answer right away, Apperation was extremely uncomfortable.
"Figured what out?" I asked, breathing again.
"About my younger brother? Surely you've noticed by now?" Bill asked, helping me back to the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley was out in the yard waiting for us to return. I didn't have time to talk to Bill once Mrs. Weasley saw us. She asked about a hundred questions about how we were all doing. He left out the stuff about my ankle, which I was extremely grateful for. Bill left shortly after that. He had to go to work as well. It was more than an hour before the others returned. Mrs. Weasley asked them the same hundred questions that she asked Bill and I. Mr. Weasley also left out the mess with my foot.
Once everyone was safely in the house, I turned to Mr. Weasley. "Sir? I have a slight problem." He turned to me, his eyes wide. "I forgot to get a wand in Diagon Alley," I whispered. I didn't want Mrs. Weasley to hear. She would yell at the twins, saying it's their fault I forgot to get a wand.
"I can take you after work today. Do you still have money?"
"Yes, I tried to spend as little as possible, so I would have enough," I explained. Mr. Weasley got up and left for work. He said that the Ministry wanted all their employees there today to fix what had happened last night. I felt bad for them. This has caused a lot of problems. And it was only the beginning.
Once Mr. Weasley left the house seemed unusually quiet. I decided to go to the twins room, just to make sure they weren't up to something. They were both laying down, facing the wall. I assumed they were asleep, so I crawled into my cot under the window. Nothing in the world sounded better than sleeping.
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I was woken by a knock on the door. I ignored it, hoping the twins would hear it, but the knocking continued. Once I gathered up enough energy, I got up.
"Who is it?" I croaked, my throat was so dry.
"It's Ron, it's time for dinner," said the voice.
"Okay, I'll be down in a minute," I answered. It was dinner time? I must have slept all day. I grabbed the first pair of jeans and a t-shirt I could find, and ran to the bathroom. I snuck from door to door, hoping no one saw me. If I was asleep that long, the twins must have done something to me. I probably had black marker all over me. Alas, when I got into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror, I had a monocle , and a handlebar mustache. I tried to wash my face, but the marker wouldn't come off. Oh lovely. Now they're using me to test the stuff for the Joke Shop. I had no choice but to go to dinner like that. I walked down the stairs like I normally would, like nothing is wrong. As I entered the kitchen, I heard everyone's forks and knives drop.
"Oh, Marie, dear, you have marker all over your face," Mrs. Weasley fussed. She gave her sons an awful look, then came over to me. She waved her wand, but nothing happened. "Fred! George! What did you do?" Mrs. Weasley screeched. They didn't answer, they just winked at me. "Fix this now!"
"We haven't gotten that far yet, Mum," George said, lifting one shoulder.
"You put this on my face," I said, laughing, "Without knowing how to get if off?" I couldn't figure out why I was laughing. This was not funny. If I had to go to Diagon Alley like this, I would be really mad. I was thinking of the meanest thing I could say, when Mr. Weasley came home from work.
"Hello, everyone!" He said, cheerfully.
"Arthur! Look what your sons have done to Marie! How in the world do we get if off?" Mr. Weasley walked over, and examined my face. He waved his wand, just as his wife did, and nothing happened. He tried different spells, and finally he got one to work. Mrs. Weasley continued to yell at her sons. Now that I was free of my monocle and mustache, I couldn't help but laugh.
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