Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
A/N: Okay, so this year I have a feeling is going to suck for Hannah. Anywho…hope you like it.
"Yes Harry I will be up by five tomorrow." I said with a yawn, curling back under my piles of quilts I had even though it was summer. You see, I was sick. Like really sick. The kind of sick where you're freezing all the time and you don't have the energy to do anything but sleep. I hadn't even eaten in about a week, I was that sick.
"Okay. You can sleep once we're at the Burrow." He said as he scratched out a letter to Sirius. "I'm so excited. I can't wait."
"Obviously. Tell Sirius I say hi." I mumbled and snuggled back into my covers and was fast asleep.
"My wake up call came at a quarter to six the next evening. A loud crash downstairs sent Aunt Petunia screaming and I sat bolt up, regretting moving that fast. I stood up and raced downstairs in my p.j.'s. I slid into the kitchen then into the living room.
"What is going on?" Then I looked around and saw four of the nine Weasleys. "Never mind. I see fiery red hair do I even need to ask."
"Ah hello Hannah." Mr. Weasley said as the four of them turned to me. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the door frame. "How are you?"
"Tired." I replied. Then I caught a glimpse of Harry's face who was tugging at his shirt. I looked at him then he pointed to my shirt. I looked down. Of course, I was still wearing my p.j.'s which consisted of a cami and really short shorts. "I'll be right back." I muttered quickly and ran up back stairs. I dug though my closet for something to wear. Most of my clothes had already gone into my trunk that I realized Harry must have packed yesterday. I ended up finding a skirt and a cute t-shirt as the only things that fit anymore. I had grown about two inches and had lost like a thousand pounds. Needless to say my clothes needed to be replaced. I opened the bedroom door and saw Fred and George Weasley standing outside.
"Hello Hannah" George said cheerfully.
"Hey George, Fred." I said suddenly regretting wearing the skirt.
"Hey," Fred said. "We just were sent up to get your trunks."
"Oh, okay. Well they're right over there." I pointed to the desk where the trunks were. "See you down stairs." I turned and headed back downstairs suddenly feeling worse than I had in the past week. I subconsciously rubbed my scar and entered the living room. Mr. Weasley was trying to make conversation with the Dursleys but was failing miserably. A few moments later Fred and George came down with the trunks.
"Alright then," Mr. Weasley said "I guess we'll be off. Anyone want to go first?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"I will." I said as I took a pinch of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. I stepped in and shouted, 'The Burrow.' The next thing I knew I was spinning through space and then I was standing in the Burrow. I stepped out of the fire place and brushed the ashes off of my clothes and out of my hair.
"You must be Hannah?" A voice said from in front of me. I looked up and saw the two oldest Weasleys. "I'm Bill and this is Charlie. We've heard all about you from Ron and the twins."
"Oh that's great." I said with a smile.
"All good things I promise." Charlie said. I smiled and then turned at the sound of someone else in the room. It was Fred who was just now emerging from the fireplace. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"What did you do?" I asked putting my hands on my hips. "You know what, never mind. I don't want to know." Fred just smiled even more. I wish I could say that his smile didn't make my heart melt but it did.
"Hannah!" A voice called from the doorway. I turned and was tackled by two figures both, sadly taller than I was. I staggered backwards under their weight but I was laughing. AS we untangled ourselves from each other I saw Ginny and Hermione. Hermione had finally won the height battle that had been going on between us and was now like two inches taller than me. Ginny was only one inch taller but still. I was the shortest one here. Suddenly Mr. Weasley emerged from the fireplace and he rounded on Fred.
"That wasn't funny Fred!" He roared looking the angriest I had ever seen him. "What on earth did you give that poor Muggle boy?" Fred's evil grin spread even more.
"I didn't give him anything. They fell out of my pocket." He said, "I didn't make him eat them."
"You meant for them to fall out of your pockets. You did it on purpose!" Mr. Weasley roared. "You knew he'd eat it! You knew he was on a diet!"
"How big did his tongue get?" George asked eagerly.
"It was four feet long before his parents let me shrink it." Harry and the Weasleys roared with laughter. I grinned but Mr. Weasleys' anger was making it hard for me to actually laugh. "It's not funny! That sort of behavior seriously undermines the wizard-Muggle relations! I spent my whole life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles and my own sons---"
"We didn't give it to him because he was a Muggle dad!" George interrupted.
"We gave it to him because he's a big bullying git." Fred went on. "Right Harry?"
"Yeah he is Mr. Weasley." Harry said earnestly.
"That's not the point! You wait until I tell your mother---"
"Tell me what?" Mrs. Weasley said as she walked into the room. "Oh hello Harry dear. Hannah darling." She said as she caught sight of Harry and I then turned back to her husband. "Tell me what Arthur?" I glanced at Mr. Weasley and I knew that however mad he had been at the twins he wasn't going to tell Mrs. Weasley.
"It's nothing. Fred and George just---But I've had words with them and…" Mr. Weasley stammered.
"What have you done this time?" Mrs. Weasley snarled turning to Fred and George. I smiled at the 'this time' part. "If this has anything to do with the Weasley Wizard Wheezes---"
"Why don't we show Hannah and Harry where they're sleeping." Hermione said suddenly. Ginny and I nodded.
"They know where they're sleeping same as last time." Ron said.
"We'll all go." Ginny said pointedly.
"Oh," Said Ron, comprehension dawning on his face. "Yeah, right let's go."
"We'll go too." George said moving towards the door.
"Stay where you are." Mrs. Weasley snapped. And we took our leave.
"What was that?" I asked as we headed up to our rooms.
"Well Mum found a stack of order forms in the twins room." Ron explained. "Long price lists for stuff they invented. Joke stuff you know. Fake wands and such. It's brilliant. Who knew they'd been inventing this stuff."
"We've been hearing explosions out of there room for ages but never guessed hey were making stuff." Ginny said.
"But some of the stuff was a little dangerous. They wanted to sell it at Hogwarts and mom exploded at them. She was mad anyway. They didn't get near as many O.W.L.'s as she expected."
"How many did they get?" I asked.
"Three." Ginny said.
"Seriously?" she nodded grimly. Just then a door opened and Percy poked he head out.
"Oh, I thought it was you thundering up the stairs." He said tartly.
"We were not thundering. We were walking. Excuse us for walking." Ron snapped. Percy glared.
"Hey Percy." I said to break the tension.
"Oh hello Hannah. Harry." He said. "I was trying to work but I can't get perfection with all that noise."
"'Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence'" I quoted. He looked at me like I was crazy and I just smiled. "See you later." And we walked on.
"He's working on a report about the thickness of caldron bottoms." Ginny sighed.
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Yep. He works for a Mr. Crouch at the Ministry. Worships him he does. It's always 'Mr. Crouch this' or 'Mr. Crouch that.' Pathetic really." Ron explained. We had reached Ginny's room and the three girls broke off and headed in.
"Sorry it's a bit smushed." Ginny said. "At least we don't have four people. It'll be Ron, Harry and the twins in their room. But I'm glad you guys are here." She said smiling.
"No, you're just glad Harry's here." I teased and she went scarlet.
"He'll never notice me. I'm just his best friends little sister." She mumbled. "I don't want to risk heart break." She said.
"'To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.'" I said. Hermione looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"What's with all the quotes?" She asked. I shrugged.
"I spent too much time at the library." I said then sneezed. "Is Crookshanks in here?" I asked.
"No. He's in the garden."
"Oh. I guess that it's my cold then." I flopped onto Ginny's bed and massaged my forehead. "I hate being sick!" I moaned.
"That makes sense Hannah!" Ginny exclaimed. I looked at Hermione then Ginny.
"What?"
"The risk quote. I get it! Thanks!" She hugged me and smiled. "I'll go see if my mom has any cold remedies on hand." She left the room still grinning. Hermione and I watched her.
"That girl has got spunk that's for sure." I said.
"You know, you should take your own advice." Hermione said quietly. I sat up and looked her in the eye.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The whole risk thing." She explained. "You and Fred I mean." My eyes widened.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded.
"Hannah its o obvious. You're crazy about him." I moaned and fell back onto my back coughing.
"Is it really?" I asked.
"Sorta. Not that Fred notices or any of the guys but Ginny and I know."
"Great." I muttered.
"But he's totally into you too. Did you see the way he was watching you downstairs?"
"No."
"Well he was. And I'm sure the skirt didn't hurt either." I blushed and she grinned. "Let me guess. All your clothes were packed." I nodded.
"I need new clothes anyway. I grew and shrank this summer." I said.
"Stand up." She ordered. I did. "You're taller that's for sure." She said and the she walked around me. "Hannah! You're a stick!"
"I know! I haven't eaten like all summer." I said then collapsed onto the bed coughing and such. "I feel like crap."
"Well get better before Tomorrow okay."
"Okay." I replied.
"If you're up to it the guys were planning on a water fight." She said.
"Really? When?" She looked out the window and smiled.
"Now." We were out the door in five minutes with me in a pair of her shorts so it would be easier to actually function. We jumped in the small creek that ran along their house and started splashing the guys. Bill and Charlie were shooting jets of water at everyone with their wands. George and Fred, who were obviously not in trouble anymore, had buckets and that was their weapon. Harry and Ron had buckets too. So it was just Hermione and I who didn't have any defense. Harry turned to splash me but I snatched his bucket wading farther into the creek. I tried to keep my balance on the rocks at the bottom. I scooped up a bucket of water to splash Harry when I was hit with two splashes from behind. I twirled to splash whoever it was but my ankle caught in between two rocks. I heard a small crunch and a snap and dropped with a yelp. Within seconds everyone had gathered around me as I tried to stand up but no matter how much I gritted my teeth the pain was too much.
"Hannah can you put any weight on it?" Bill asked. I shook my head and tried to pry it free of the rocks. I finally did and the blood mixed with the water. Charlie grimaced at the size of it already. It was the size of Ron's owl. No joke. It was a micro owl but still. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as the cold water washed over the cuts and the swollen muscles.
"Okay Hannah. We need to get you to the house." Bill said. "Do you mind if I carry you?" I shook my head not trusting myself not to scream if I opened my mouth. With one fluid motion, Bill picked up all 110 pounds, five feet three inches of my and walked carefully to the Burrow. "Mum will be able to fix you up in a jiffy." I nodded and closed my eyes trying not to cry. I knew everyone was behind us and I had to keep it together. I after all was the strongest of my friends. No way they were seeing my cry now. We were inside the Burrow by now and Bill set me down in a chair in the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley rushed in wand in hand. She shooed her sons away and knelt next to my ankle and set to work. With another sickening jolt of pain and snap my ankle was connected again. I bit my lip so I wouldn't yelp again. She cleaned it up and bandaged it up well. I took a deep breath and calmed down.
"You should be good now Hannah. It'll hurt for the next couple days but you can walk on it and such." She stood up and so did I. It hurt like hell but no way I was letting that on. But apparently she read my emotions pretty well. "Maybe you should just keep off of it for a few days."
"Mum!" Fred said. "Tomorrows the World Cup! She can't stay off it there."
"Then maybe she shouldn't go."
"NO!" Was the resounding answer from everyone in the kitchen. I looked at her and smiled.
"I'm fine, really." I took a few steps towards the stairs and stopped. "Ouch." I mumbled.
"At least have someone help you up the stairs." Mrs. Weasley begged. Before I could answer Fred jumped in.
"I'll do it." He walked over and offered his arm. I shook my head stubbornly and looked at him imploringly. He got it. We walked until we were out of the kitchen then I leaned against him.
"Damn that hurts." I said. He grinned a little at my colorful language.
"You better be better by tomorrow." He said.
"That's the second time I've heard that today. Once for my cold and now for this. But your mom said she had a cold remedy for me so I'm good on that front." He grinned and we continued walking. I tried not to lean on him as much so I could walk with out help tomorrow. We finally got to Ginny's room and I let go of him completely and regretted it. I managed not to fall only because I grabbed the doorframe. Fred rushed to my side and helped me up.
"You okay?" I nodded. "Maybe you shouldn't go tomorrow." He said.
"What are you? My mother?" I asked trying to regain my calm. This was much worse then a dislocated shoulder. Fred smiled.
"No, just a friend." He replied. I smiled but something broke inside of me.
"Just a friend. Right." I turned and opened the door, the turned back. "Well this is my stop dear sir." I said with a small mock curtsy that sucked. "Thank you."
"Anytime my dear." He replied in the same mock tone. He bowed and kissed my hand. My breath caught. 'He's just playing along with you Hannah.' I reminded myself but there was something in his eyes that said other wise. Then he straightened and left. I closed the door and leaned against it letting the tears of pain flow.
"Just friends. That's all and you know it." I chided myself. "Then why does it hurt so much?" A voice echoed in my head.
'To love is to risk not being loved in return….but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.' Well then, risk here I come.
I woke up to a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"Hannah, time to get up dear." Mrs. Wesley said. "Hermione will be out of the shower in a moment then you can go." I nodded and sat up. I looked around and saw Ginny sitting on the edge of her bed looking exhausted. I knew how she felt. Mrs. Weasley left to go wake up the boys. Hermione came back in but none of said a word. I showered and got dressed then headed down to the kitchen, my hair still practically dripping. The boys were already eating and it looked as if Hermione and Ginny had just walked in. The three of us sat down and ate in silence. Mr. Weasley was explaining that we would take a Portkey and about Muggle security and stuff my brain didn't comprehend at 4 am. We finished breakfast and by then the guys had perked up a bit. Hermione Ginny and I on the other hand were still half asleep.
As we walked to our Portkey the boys and Mr. Weasley talked about Quidditch and on any other day or even today at say…noon I would have joined them. My ankle was killing me and I was the slowest one. My hair was randomly changing colors every so often and Hermione and Ginny seemed content to just watch it. We finally came over the top of a hill and saw two figures standing by a boot. Yes a boot. We reached the two people and I sat down and rubbed my ankle. It hurt as I said earlier, like hell. I looked up when I heard talking and saw that the two people were none other than Cedric Diggory and his dad. I stood up bracing myself on the closets shoulder to me which happened to be Ron's.
"Hello." Cedric said with a smile. Everyone but Fred and George said hello in response . I don't think they ever forgave Diggory for beating us in the first match of the Quidditch season last year.
"Long walk Arthur?" Mr. Diggory asked.
"Not to bad." Ha! I thought easy for you to say. I thought. "We're just on the other side of the village there."
"We had to get up at two. I'll be glad when he passes his apparition test that's for sure. But I'm not complaining. It's the Quidditch World Cup!" Then he looked around at the Weasley kids, Harry Hermione and I and grinned. "Are these all yours Arthur?" He asked good naturedly.
"Oh goodness no. Just the red heads." He said with a smile. "The other three are Ron's friends from school. This is Hermione Granger and Harry and Hannah Potter."
"It makes it sound as if we're married." I whispered to Harry who grinned.
"Brace yourself. Here comes the 'OMG Harry Potter!'" I laughed this time. And sure enough he was right.
"Merlin's beard!" Mr. Diggory exclaimed. "Harry? Harry Potter?" He asked.
"Yeah." Harry said shooting me a look. I just smiled. This was his problem.
"Ced's told me about you of course. How he beat you in Quidditch." He swelled with pride. " I told him, I said, 'Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren one day that will ---- that you beat Harry Potter!"
"He feel off his broom dad!" Cedric tried to explain.
"Ahh! But you didn't fall off your broom did you? Always modest our Ced. Such a gentleman. I'm sure Harry'd say the same. One falls off his broom one stays on. Don't you think?" Mr. Diggory exclaimed.
"Yeah but at the same time Cedric didn't hear his mum and dad being murdered in his head when the dementors came round did he?!?" I snapped. Mr. Diggory just looked at me then went on as if I hadn't said anything.
"We'll be leaving in a minute. We're not waiting on anyone else." He said promptly.
"Alright, you just touch the Portkey, just one finger will do." Mr. Weasley explained to Harry, Hermione and I. We clustered around the boot and got in position so we could all touch it.
"Three….two….ONE!" Mr. Diggory called. On one it felt as if a hook had been hooked behind my navel and were being pulled along a tube. WE landed, well more like crash landed, in a field. I had landed on my feet but then went down thanks to my ankle and another snap.
"Damn it!" I said lying on my back biting back tears again.
"Hannah!" Mr. Weasley said as he made his way over to me. He tapped my ankle with his wand and I felt my ankle reattach for the second time in two days. I stood up shakily and put barley any weight on it at all.
"Let's get going shall we?" I said and we set off.
We walked up the thousand flights of stairs to the Top Box. Prime Seats as the ticket checking witch had said. Well our prime seats were not helping my ankle at all. We finally reached the box and I leaned against the wall to get the pressure off my leg. Of course I had to break my ankle the day before the Quidditch World Cup. I sat down next to Hermione who was eagerly flipping through her program.
"Hannah this is just so exciting!" She almost squealed.
"I know. I can't wait." I replied. "Is Ludo Bagman doing the commentary?"
"I bet he is. He's the…."
"I know. Head of Department of Games and Sports or whatever. Percy's only said it about a thousand times." I said with a sigh. Then regretted it. Hermione looked a little hurt. "Sorry 'Mione."
"Call my 'Mione one more time and I swear I will break your ankle again." She threatened but a smile played at her lips. We sat there talking for a while before she spotted something in her program.
"It says here that before the match, the teams will present their mascots!" She cried.
"Oh that's always worth watching." Mr. Weasley said. "National teams bring creatures from their native land, you know, to put on a bit of a show."
The box filled gradually over the next half hour or so. When the Minister walked in Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell off and shattered. He repaired them remained sitting the rest of the time. The Minister, however, greeted Harry like an old friend. Big surprise right? Anyway, he introduced him to the Bulgarian minister which was pretty hysterical.
"Harry Potter you know?" He tried to explain. "Harry Potter. Oh come on. You must know who he is. The boy who survived You-Know-Who. You do know who he is…." Fudge was almost yelling at the poor bloke. Then the Bulgarian minister saw Harry's scar and began chattering away in…Bulgarian I guess, finally getting it.
"Knew we'd get there at some point." Fudge said. The he turned to see who else was there. "Ah, Barty's elf is saving him a seat, excellent…oh! Hello Lucius." I turned my head so fast that I thought I was going to get whiplash. And sure enough, there stood Lucius Malfoy his wife and their son Draco. Joy.
"Ah. Fudge." Lucius said holding out his hand to the Minister. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife Narcissa or our son Draco?" Narcissa? Like narcissism? Really?
"Ah how do you do, how do you do?" Fudge said smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. He introduced the Bulgarian minister to them and everyone else then Mr. Weasley. "You know Mr. Weasley I daresay?" HE said then turned away.
"Good lord, what did you have to sell to get seats here? Surely your house wouldn't have sold for that much." Mr. Malfoy drawled and I knew where Draco got it. I felt Fred tense next to me but he didn't make a sound. Then Fudge turned back to our happy little meeting.
"Lucius just gave a generous amount to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He's here as my guest." Fudge said. Typical Malfoys. They could easily buy tickets but why should they when they could be the Ministers guests? Gits. Just then Ludo Bagman burst in.
"Everyone ready? Minister are you ready?" he asked.
"Whenever you are Ludo." Fudge replied taking his seat as did everyone else. The Malfoys sat behind us which sent my nerves into over drive. Ludo took out his wand and pointing it to his throat said 'Sonorus.' And spoke over the roar of the crowd.
The mascots from Ireland and Bulgaria were presented, Bulgaria going first. They brought Veela. By the end of their presentation Harry and Ron were looking like they were about to jump out of the box. Draco was standing in front of me and the twins had a look on their face that was pure bliss. It was quite disgusting really. Then Ireland's mascots came out. I like them a considerable amount more. They were leprechauns. The showered gold onto all of us and Ron shoved some in Harry's hand telling him that he now had to get him a Christmas present. And then the match began, and let me tell you, if you thought Quidditch was violent before this was like ten times worse. The poor Ireland Seeker, Lynch crashed into the ground after a brilliant Wornski Feint by the Bulgarian Seeker, Victor Krum. WE were all on the edge of our seats when Lynch pulled into a sharp dive and I knew he had seen the Snitch. Krum was soon after him and was drawing level with Lynch.
"They're going to crash!" Hermione shrieked.
"No they're not." Ron replied.
"Lynch is!" Harry and I roared. And sure enough, Lynch crashed full speed into the ground and Krum came up with the Snitch. My eyes flicked to the score board which read BULGARIA: 160 IRELAND: 170. We had won. I jumped up and was yelling along with the rest of the Weasleys and all of the Irish.
"What'd he catch the Snitch for?" Ron declared. "HE caught it when Ireland was one hundred and sixty points up. The idiot."
"He knew they'd never catch up." Harry said.
"The Irish Chasers were ay too good." I said.
"He wanted to end it on his terms." Harry finished.
"Well, he was very brave wasn't he?" Hermione said as she leaned forward to watch Krum land as a dozen mediwizards blasted their way through battling veela and leprechauns.
"Vell, ve fought bravely." The Bulgarian minister said.
"You speak English!" Fudge exclaimed. "And you let me mime all day?"
"Vell, it vos very funny." Ludo quieted his voice and turned to see Fred and George standing in front of him grinning waiting for their money they had won.
"Ah yes, how much do I owe you?" He asked.
That night there was a commotion as it got later. Except it got louder and closer to our tents. Hermione, Ginny and I sat up and peeked out of the front of the tent. We saw loads of masked figures marching, blasting tents out of the way. Above them were four floating people illuminated by the fires that some of the tents had started. I recognized one of the figures as our campsite manager, Mr. Roberts. I slipped on a pair of jeans and grabbed my jacket and we ran over to they guys tent. Well more like hobbled on my part.
"We're going to help the ministry!" Mr. Weasley yelled as he, Bill, Charlie and Percy pulled their wands out. "You lot head to the forest and stick together!" They took off and we headed in the opposite direction. WE ran through the smoke and crowds trying to stick together. I heard someone shouting a stunning spell and I ran faster, ignoring my ankle. I tripped and crawled behind a bush as I regained my breath. I stood up and turned around. I had been in front of everyone. Where were they? I ran deeper into the forest trying mot to collapse on my ankle. I was glancing all around me trying to spot red hair or black hair as I ran into someone. I looked up hoping to see one of the faces I was looking for. It was Malfoy. I groaned and tried to push past him.
"Where you going Potter." He sneered.
"Away from you." I spat back at him.
"Well, I'd watch it if I were you."
"Why?"
"You're a Mudblood Potter. They're torturing muggles. You'll be next."
"And you would know this because your dad planned it right?" I snarled. He looked at me with a look of something between shock and terror. He pulled out his wand and pointed it my face.
"You would be wise to keep your mouth shut Hannah." He whispered stepping towards me.
"Scared the truth's gonna get out Malfoy? Scared daddy's going to jail?" I asked.
"Just watch it." He said taking one more step towards me. "I wouldn't want your pretty little face ruined."
"Well you don't have to worry then."
"You might not want to be sure of that." He said stepping even closer to me. I backed up but came against a tree. I slipped my wand out as well, just in case.
"Get away from me." I said through gritted teeth. He smirked but did as I said. I stepped towards him as he backed up. "Nice chatting to you Malfoy." I said then ran off. I ran for a while then stopped. How deep was I into the forest? I turned and started running back towards the campsite. I came out of the forest and ran as fast as I could back to our tent, ignoring the creepy green skull and the shouting that was a ways off but staying on high alert the whole time. I finally saw our tent and broke into an even faster run. I stumbled into it and was surrounded by everyone minus Mr. Weasley, Harry, Hermione and Ron.
"Hannah! What happened?" Fred asked as I sat down on one of the beds.
"Are you okay?" Bill asked. I nodded trying not to freak out. I looked at everyone's scared faces and realized this was a bigger deal than I realized.
"Where's everyone else?" I asked.
"We don't know. Dad went to go help with something else but we don't know what's going on." Charlie explained.
"Well should we go look for them?" I asked.
"No. We need to stay here incase they come back." I nodded but stood up to go to the front of the tent anyway but my ankle finally gave out. I managed to make it back to the bed and I fell on my back.
"My ankle really hurts." I said simply. Bill took a look at it and decided to let Mr. Weasley deal with it seeing as none of them were good with mending bones. So we sat and waited for the others to return. When they did arrive it was like everyone realized they had been holding their breath and we all sighed. Mr. Weasley dropped down next to my ankle and fixed it before he said anything.
"Did you catch whoever it was who conjured the Mark dad?" Charlie asked.
"No." Mr. Weasley said. "We found Mr. Crouch's elf with Harry's wand but we have no idea who actually conjured the Mark."
"What?" Bill, Charlie, and Percy exclaimed at once.
"Harry's wand?" Fred asked.
"Mr. Crouch's elf?" Percy repeated looking thunder struck.
"We found her stunned a few yards away from the Mark." Mr. Weasley explained. "She says she didn't have anything to do with it and that she only ran away from the tent when the voices and commotion got louder and closer. But she did leave after she was told not to. And then these three say that the voice that conjured it was much deeper than Mr. Crouch's elf. But we still didn't know who did it. Mr. Crouch fired his elf and then we headed back here. But what we need to know is how did the elf get Harry's wand and who stole it in the first place."
"Well, Mr. Crouch was right to get rid of an elf like that!" Percy said pompously. "Running away when he told her not too, embarrassing him in front of a group of Ministry workers. How would that have looked, if she had been brought up in front of the Department for the Regulation and Control---"
"She didn't do anything wrong! She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time!" Hermione snapped. She had always gotten on well with Percy.
"Hermione, a wizard in Mr. Crouch's position can't afford to have a servant like that. Who runs amok with a wand, it's absurd."
"Se didn't run amok! She picked it off the ground!" Hermione shouted.
"Will someone please explain what that skull was?" Ron interrupted. "It wasn't hurting anyone or anything so what was the big deal?"
"I told you Ron! It was You-Know-Who's symbol." Hermione said.
"And it hasn't been seen for thirteen years." Mr. Weasley explained.
"So it was as if Voldemort had returned right? Seeing that again?" I asked.
"Yes. It was as if someone was trying to show support of ht e Death Eaters, his followers." Bill said.
"Oh." I replied. Everyone nodded. I looked around and caught Harry's eye. I wondered if this had anything to do with his scar hurting earlier in the summer. He seemed to be more prone to the scar hurting. Sometimes mine just tingled but when it did his was full on pain. He saw me looking at him and he shrugged as if reading my mind. I stood up. "Well, I'm heading to bed. Night you guys." Hermione and Ginny stood up with me and we headed back to our tent. We crawled into our beds silently and were fast asleep in no time.
A/N: I'm going to be frank. I hate this book. Sorry. There are parts that I enjoy, like the Yule Ball, but otherwise I'm like 'Argh! Just get it over with!' So I'm trying to figure out how Hannah's gonna work in this one…Any suggestions or ideas would be awesome seeing as I am now at a road block. PM me if you have an idea. Thanks and please review! =)