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Chapter 3

We had to battle our way through the celebrating crowd of Irish to get back to the camp. I think I elbowed at least 10 people in the gut.

We were all celebrating before Ron began preaching about the love of his life.

"There's no one like Krum!" he started. I rolled my eyes and inwardly snickered. Ronald was seriously obsessed with this guy. "He's like a bird the way he rides the wind!"

The twins began to mock him and I didn't blame them. Ron had opened himself up to teasing.

Fred (or George) threw a flag over Ron's head. Taking it off, he began again. "He's not an athlete, he's an artist."

I snorted and nudged Hermione. "He's an artist," I mocked. She snickered.

"Think you're in love Ron," Ginny said rubbing his shoulder. That was it for me and Hermione. We burst out laughing from our spot on the floor.

"Shut up," Ron grumbled.

"Viktor I love you, Viktor I do!" the twins began to sing. Harry joined in with them. "When we're apart, my heart beats only for you!"

Suddenly I heard crashes and people screaming.

"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on," Fred said as Mr. Weasley rushed in. When I saw his face, I knew that something was wrong.

"Stop! Stop it! It's not the Irish," he ordered. "We've got to get out of here. Now."

Hermione and I hopped up and ran over to Harry and Ron. We all ran outside the tent to a scene of full chaos. Everybody were screaming and running from these people dawned in black robes with metallic skull masks.

"Get back to the portkey everybody! And stick together! Fred, George! Ginny and Isadora are your responsibility!" Mr. Weasley told us before running off.

Now in any other circumstance, I would argue that I could take care of myself even though I was the youngest of our little quartet. However this wasn't the time nor the place to argue.

George took my hand and we all took off for the portkey. I heard Hermione call Harry's name, but Ron pulled her along. I so desperately wanted to look back, but I knew that I would trip if I did .When we got to the portkey, Cedric and his father were already there.

"Thank goodness you all are alright!" Mr. Diggory exclaimed. "Where's Arthur?"

Nobody answered because the truth was that we didn't know. He had run off after telling us to get to the portkey. When I saw that Harry wasn't there, to say I had a freak out was a HUGE understatement.

"We have to go find him," I said.

Hermione and Ron nodded, but the twins weren't about to let me and Ginny go with them. Those two ran off, but we stayed there. I knew tears were about to come and I was holding onto George to keep myself from sobbing. I didn't want to lose my best friend.

Suddenly a ball of light was sent up and illuminated the night sky with a horrifying symbol. It was a skull with a snake coming out of his mouth. It was the Dark Mark. It was the sign of Voldemort.

George hugged my trembling figure to him and I clutched at his sweater. This was a horrible way to end the night.

xxXXxx

I sighed as we got back to the Burrow. It was great to be back and safe. The first thing I did when Harry came it that tent was hug him as tightly as possible. Then I yelled at him for scaring me like that.

"Oh thank goodness, thank goodness!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. She was still wearing her slippers and holding a rolled up copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand.

She ran up to us and gave us a bone crushing hug. It was a surprise when Sophie rushed to us with her. She hugged the twins as tightly as possible.

"I read the Daily Prophet and flooed over in a second," Sophie told us.

"Arthur—I've been so worried—so worried—" Mrs. Weasley cried and flung her arms around Mr. Weasley. "You're all right. You're alive...Oh boys..."

She grabbed Fred and George and pulled them into a tight hug, so that their heads banged together.

"Ouch! Mum—you're strangling us-" Fred got out.

"I shouted at you before you left!" Mrs. Weasley cried. "It's all I've been thinking about! What if You-Know-Who had got you and the last thing I ever said to you was that you didn't get enough O.W.L.s? Oh Fred...George..."

"Come on, now, Molly, we're all perfectly okay," Mr. Weasley said trying to sooth her.

He took her away from Fred and George and lead her back into the house. "Bill, pick up that paper, I want to see what it says..."

xxXXxx

When we got into the kitchen, Hermione and I made Mrs. Weasley some tea (Mr. Weasley insisted on sneaking in some Ogden's Old Firewhiskey).

"I knew it," Mr. Weasley said looking over the paper Bill handed him. "Ministry blunders...culprits not apprehended...lax security...Dark wizards running unchecked...national disgrace...Who wrote this? Ah...of course...Rita Skeeter."

"Who?," I asked Hermione. She shrugged.

"That woman's got it in for the Ministry of Magic!" Percy exclaimed angrily. "Last week she was saying we're wasting our time quibbling about cauldron thickness, when we should be stamping out vampires! As if it wasn't specifically stated in paragraph twelve of the Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizards Part-Humans-"

I rolled my eyes at Percy's outburst. He took his job a little too seriously. To be honest, I don't think he even knows anyone outside of the ministry and us.

"Do us a favor Perce and shut up," Bill said yawning. I snickered a little bit.

"I'm mentioned," Mr. Weasley said as his eyes started to widen.

"Where?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "If I'd seen that, I'd have known you were alive!"

"Not by name," Mr. Weasley said. "Listen to this: 'If the terrified wizards and witches who waited breathlessly for news at the edge of the wood expected reassurance from the Ministry of Magic, they were sadly disappointed. A Ministry official emerged some time after the appearance of the Dark Mark alleging that nobody had been hurt, but refused to give any more information. Whether this statement will be enough to quash the rumors that several bodies were removed from the woods an hour later, remains to be seen.' Oh, really," Mr. Weasley said, handing the paper over to Percy. "Nobody was hurt. What was I supposed to say? Rumors that several bodies were removed from the woods...Well, there certainly will be rumors now she's printed that."

Mr. Weasley sighed and said, "Molly, I'm going to have to go into the office; this is going to take some smoothing over."

"I'll come with you Father," Perce said. "Mr. Crouch will need all hands on deck. And I can give him my cauldron report in person."

"I really don't think they care about that bloody report," I whispered to Hermione.

"Arthur, you're supposed to be on holiday!" Mrs. Weasley said. "This hasn't got anything to do with your office; surely they can handle this without you?"

"I've got to go, Molly," Mr. Weasley said. "I've made things worse. I'll just change into my robes and I'll be off..."

"Mrs. Weasley, Hedwig hasn't arrived with a letter for me, has she?" Harry asked.

"Hedwig dear? No… no there hasn't been any post at all," Mrs. Weasley said distractedly.

I looked at Harry curiously. He had something on his mind. "All right if I go and dump my stuff in your room, Ron?" Harry asked.

"Yeah...think I will too," Ron said. "Hermione? Isadora?"

"Yes," Hermione said quickly.

"Yeah," I said following them up the stairs to Ron's room.

xxXXxx

"What's up Harry?" Ron inquired as soon as the bedroom door closed.

"There's something I haven't told you," Harry said. "On Saturday morning, I woke up with my scar hurting again."

I got a little worried when he said that. Harry's scar hurting usually always meant bad things. Hermione immediately started suggesting books to him. I rolled my eyes. Books were her suggestion for everything.

"But—he wasn't there, was he? You-Know-Who? I mean—last time your scar kept hurting, he was at Hogwarts, wasn't he?" Ron asked worriedly.

"I'm sure he wasn't on Privet Drive," Harry assured us. "But I was dreaming about him...him and Peter—you know, Wormtail. I can't remember all of it now, but they were plotting to kill...someone."

I gave Harry a suspicious look. I felt he was hiding something from us. I knew he did that sometimes so we wouldn't worry.

"It was only a dream," Ron said trying to reassure us. "Just a nightmare."

"Yeah, but was it though?" Harry said. "It's weird, isn't it?...My scar hurts, and three days later the Death Eaters are on the march, and Voldemort's sign's up in the sky again."

"Don't—say—his—name!" Ron hissed.

"He's right Ron, that seems a little to coincidental ," I told him.

"And remember what Professor Trelawney said?" Harry reminded us. "At the end of last year?"

Hermione lost her horrified look and snorted, as did I.

"Oh, Harry, you aren't going to pay attention to anything that old fraud says?" Hermione asked.

"You weren't there," Harry said. "You didn't hear her. This time was different. I told you, she went into a trance—a real one. And she said the Dark Lord would rise again...greater and more terrible than ever before...and he'd manage it because his servant was going to go back to him...and that night Wormtail escaped."

We all sat there in silence for a minute.

"Why were you asking if Hedwig had come Harry?" Hermione asked. "Are you expecting a letter?"

"I told Sirius about my scar," Harry said, shrugging. "I'm waiting for his answer."

"Good thinking!" Ron exclaimed. "I bet Sirius'll know what to do!"

"Ron, not too loud!" I hissed at him. I sighed inwardly. This boy was definitely not the brightest sometimes.

"I hoped he'd get back to me quickly," Harry said.

"But we don't know where Sirius is...he could be in Africa or somewhere, couldn't he?" Hermione said. "Hedwig's not going to manage that journey in a few days."

"Yeah, I know," Harry said. I knew he wasn't too happy about that. Sirius was his godfather.

"Come and have a game of Quidditch in the orchard, Harry," Ron said. "Come on—three on three, Bill and Charlie and Fred and George will play...You can try out the Wronski Feint..."

When will Ronald learn that Quidditch is not the answer to every problem.

"Ron," Hermione said. "Harry doesn't want to play Quidditch right now...he's worried, and he's tired...We all need to go to bed..."

"Yeah, I want to play Quidditch," Harry said suddenly. "Hang on, I'll get my Firebolt."

Hermione left the room and I went with her. She walked down the stairs muttering, "Boys."

I just rolled my eyes and giggled.

xxXXxx

The day for us to go to King's Cross station was just dressing. The skies were grayer than Buckbeak the hippogriff and rain poured down.

Thankfully, Hermione didn't try to drown me when she woke me up.

"We have to wake up Harry and Ron, Sophie's got Fred and George," she told me.

I sighed and got dressed as quickly as possible. It was too early to be awake. I followed her to Ron's room. She knocked on the door. I looked at her and sighed.

"Let me do this Hermione," I told her.

She moved out the way. I kicked in the door and proceeded to jump on Harry's bed.

"It's time to get up! If I have to be part of the living so do you!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

That certainly did the trick because Harry was fully awake and putting on his glasses. He glared at me, but I just sat down and kissed his scar.

"Good morning," I said smiling.

He couldn't stay mad for long after that. Hermione was trying to wake up Ron, but he might as well have taken the Draught of the Living Death the way he was asleep.

"Hermione, we should burn his Chudley Cannons sweater!" I said rather loudly.

He shot up with a look of panic written all over his features. I couldn't help, but laugh at him. His expression was hilarious.

"Relax Ronald, your sweater is safe but it's time to get up," I told him.

I could feel his glare on my back as Hermione and I left. Today was starting out great.

xxXXxx

The taxi ride to King's Cross station was the worst traveling experience in my life and that included the train ride with Dementors last year.

There were three taxis and twelve of us along with eight trunks, two owls, and Crookshanks. It was so crowded and Ron's damn owl, Pigwidgeon, wouldn't shut up. To top it all off Fred's trunk popped open and his Filibuster's fireworks went off terrifying Crookshanks.

We left that taxi with claw marks and scratches covering our legs and arms. I was about to feed the bird to Crookshanks and then throw Crookshanks out the window, but Hermione was giving me a death glare. Crookshanks also wouldn't touch Pigwidgeon.

When we pulled up, I jumped out and stretched my arms. It made my shirt raise up a bit and I got a wolf whistle from Fred. It earned him an elbow in the gut from Sophie. Mrs. Weasley. proceeded to pull down my shirt and start to mess with my hair.

I got her to stop so we could grab some trolleys. With our trunks loaded, we headed towards the platform. We had to go in groups so the Muggles wouldn't notice.

When I saw the scarlet Hogwarts Express, I wanted to jump for joy. I know I sounded like a nerd, but I seriously missed school. It was like home and the Gryffindors were my family.

After we finished putting our luggage, we all went back to the platforms for our goodbyes. I hugged Bill and Charlie since they were like the older brothers I never had. All of the Weasleys were like my family.

"I might be seeing you all sooner than you think," Charlie said grinning as he hugged Ginny.

"Why?" Fred asked.

"You'll see," Charlie said. "Just don't tell Percy I mentioned it...it's classified information, until such time as the Ministry sees fit to release it after all."

"Yeah, I sort of wish I were back at Hogwarts this year," Bill said.

"Why?" George asked impatiently.

"You're going to have an interesting year," Bill said. "I might even get time off to come and watch a bit of it..."

"A bit of what?" Ron asked.

The whistle of the train blew and Mrs. Weasley herded us to the doors of the train.

"Thanks for having us to stay Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said. We all climbed on board and shut the door, but opened up the window and leaned out it.

"Yeah thanks for everything Mrs. Weasley," Harry said.

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley," I said.

"Oh it was my pleasure dears," Mrs. Weasley said. "I'd invite you for Christmas, but...well, I expect you're all going to want to stay at Hogwarts, what with...one thing and another."

"Mum!" Ron said. "What d'you three know that we don't?"

"You'll find out this evening, I expect," Mrs. Weasley said, smiling. "It's going to be very exciting—mind you, I'm very glad they've changed the rules-"

"What rules?" Harry, Ron, Fred, and George all asked at the same time.

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you...Now, behave, won't you? Won't you, Fred? And you, George? And Sophie?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

The train started to move.

"Tell us what's happening at Hogwarts!" Fred yelled out the window. "What rules are they changing?"

Mrs. Weasley waved and then she, Bill, and Charlie disapparated from the platform.