Fred hopped on the bed and bounced on top of it roughly, "George! Hunn! Wake up! How can you sleep now of all times?"
Hunn rolled onto her back and had to untangle her arms from George, who was sleeping behind her. Still feeling a bit angry, Hunn shoved George onto the floor and sat up to stretch.
George groaned from the floor, "Fred, you idiot. This is not the way to wake someone!"
Fred laughed, "That wasn't me, but you shouldn't have been sleeping in the first place! Come on. We've got to go to go!" He hopped again, and George climbed back into bed.
Hunn looked at Fred, who was smiling and excited, while George was groggy with his hair fluffed and standing on end.
Hunn took her wand, stuffed it into her knee-high sock, and shoved her boots on over. "Come on then! Onward! Before everyone leaves us behind and we get lost." She started for the tent flap and stepped into a noisy world of motion around her.
Fred and George shoved their way out and walked with her to where Ron and Hermione were walking toward the stadium behind Arthur and Harry, talking about muggle items.
They were walking, and partway to the stadium, Cedric pushed his way between George and Hunn, "Hey, Hunn, do you want to sit together and watch the game?"
Cedric smiled, showing his sparkling teeth. He looped his arm with hers, "What do you say? We can talk about the game and our favorite teams?" He winked with a bright smile.
"S-sure we can." Hunn stumbled and almost fell. Cedric caught her and pulled her away from the twins, who radiated anger.
"So, who is your favorite team?"
"Well, I do have a big fondness for the Carerophilly Catapults," Hunn admitted
"Really? Them? Why?" he wrinkled his face in disgust
"Well, they're a strong team. Won the league cup eighteen times in total. Who's your favorite team?"
"I'm a fan of Pudlemore United! They can't be beat!"
"Ha, Carerohilly Catapults beat them in 1806!"
"But they were beaten in 1921 by the Tutshill Tornados in three and a half seconds! How good can they really be?" he challenged
"That was luck! No other team has ever done that! It was pure luck. No talent needed!" Hunn challenged back.
She stopped listening to Cedric, feeling a rush of anger, pain, and an emotion she couldn't recognize.
When she glanced back at the twins, they looked away, avoiding her eyes.
Cedric led Hunn up the stairs and to their seats.
The twins sat on her other side and Cedric to her left, prattling on and on about Pudlemore United, a team she believed to be overrated, commonly popularized.
She gave the twins a side glance. There, she saw they were chatting with some young tart sitting beside them.
Hunn felt that feeling again. She didn't like that girl, not at all.
She giggled too much and touched Fred's arm way too often.
She took a deep breath and turned her head to the game, chin up, and watched the Bulgarians get their bums handed to them by the Irish!
The Irish were leading, and Bulgarians were down by way too many points to return when Krum had seen something.
In an instant, he was rushing to the ground. Chasing it closely. He flew back up to the clouds.
She jumped and leaned over the edge, watching closely, screaming at him not to catch it.
"He's going to lose the game!" Hunn screamed, looking at the twins who were cheering.
Excited to see them lose.
He caught the snitch, and everyone went crazy! The world seemed to go nuts! George scooped Hunn up and lifted her into the air, excited and thrilled the Irish had won by ten points.
"I can't believe it!" Fred ranted, "He had to know they were going to lose!"
"He wanted to end the game on his terms." Hermione reasoned
When the cheering died, they all began stretching to the ground.
Hunn walked with the twins and Cedric off with his father.
The twins were ecstatic, ranting and raving about how wonderful the Irish were. Hunn laughed because they were painted head to toe in green and white, dancing with the joy of victory.
A very sad Ron was decked out in Bulgarian colors, prattling on about Krum and how fabulous he was with Harry.
"Sounds like you're in love, Ron." Ginny taunted him
"No! He's just amazing. Brilliant, wanting to end it all on his own terms. Not caring what anyone thinks!"
Hunn zoned out as he went on and on about the 'best seeker in the world.'
They returned to the tent nearly thirty minutes later, and they danced, laughed, and partied until the late night hours.
Everyone was thrilled and cheering when they heard screaming from outside. It was loud and terrifying.
They all froze and went silent, listening. They heard chanting coming outside, barely audible over the screaming and crying.
"What's that? What's going on?" Hunn asked, walking over to Fred
"I don't know. I'll check," Arthur told them. They were silent, waiting.
He rushed back in, "We're under attack! Death eaters everywhere. Run, now. Get to the portkey and don't look back! Don't lose each other! Go!" he screamed at them.
They ran out, everyone together in a large group toward the portkey.
People were disapperating left and right. Some didn't make it all, falling to the ground instead.
Their group was separating, getting smaller and smaller by the second. Harry got held back, and Ron and Hermione stayed, trying to catch up with him in the crowd.
Hunn held onto Fred and George, not wanting to let go, not wanting to lose them. They took her to the edge of the charm and tried to reach the portkey.
Everyone was scattering, people screaming, and a line of men in cloaks, chanting and casting curses left and right. People were falling, and the world was crumbling around them.
Tears flooded Hunn's face. She was terrified. She didn't want to die and couldn't stand to see Fred or George die either.
Hunn clutched them tighter protectively.
Fred threw them to the ground as a curse flew over their heads. She lay under him, clutching him tighter.
George fell to their right, and she couldn't reach him.
"Fred! Fred!" Hunn screamed desperately
He moved slightly, groaning quietly on top of her.
The screaming around them stopped, and suddenly, a rapid series of pops occurred, and the field was silent. People were groaning in pain all around, and some were still running.
Hunn looked up at the sky; all that lingered was the dark mark. Snake from within a skull's mouth hissing in the sky, warning everyone what had happened and what would follow soon.
"George! Are you okay, George!" Hunn pushed Fred off and reached for George. He was a few feet away, lying still. She crawled to him and patted his face. "George, wake up! Please wake up!"
She felt for a pulse, found one, and began to cry in relief. She looked at him, and he grinned, eyes closed. "Worried about me, were you?" he smirked.
"No, not at all." She wiped her face and fell back on the ground
George sat up and lifted her onto his lap. "This feels familiar, my fair maiden." He whispered, "Are you okay?" he asked softly
"Yes, I am. Fred saved me. You both saved me. Thank you. Thank you again." She hugged him tight and felt another set of arms wrap around them from behind.
Fred.
"Of course, we'll always save you. You're important to us."
They sat there for a while until they could hear people screaming and fighting. Harry yelled in the background and broke through their moment.
They stood and held each other tightly as they walked to the group of people talking.
"Boys! Hunn! You're okay, thank god!" Arthur called, running to hug them close
"What's happened?" George asked
"You-know-Who's supporters attacked tonight."
"Oh god. Why are they so mad at Harry?"
"They think he had something to do with the mark in the sky."
The ministry questioned everyone for hours, and the twins stayed by Hunn's side.
They were glued together, never leaving each other as everyone was questioned. The Ministry tried to separate them, and each of them refused.
Arthur took everyone home when a house elf was found with a wand.
The journey back home was quick and silent. Everyone went to their rooms after being checked over by Molly, crying and pinching them to ensure everyone was still alive.
"Why Arthur? He's supposed to be dead. Why are they attacking?" she asked, muffled in Arthur's chest
"I don't know Moll's. We have to prepare for the worst. You-Know-Who could be coming back."
"We have to protect the children." She whispered
"We will, darling. I promise you we will."
Throughout the night, letters flooded in, and no one cared. They landed on the table, dropping them off and flying away again.
They wanted to sleep and needed it.
Hunn went with Fred and George to their room, and together, they collapsed onto the bed, leaving the door open and not bothering to change, just too exhausted to try and too scared to be separated from each other.
They were alive, but it felt a lot like luck.