I am cominngggg........ I am cominnggg........

A cold hissing voice filled her head, blocking her senses. She was vaguely aware celebrations were going on outside.

No! Go away! Her conscience battled against the voice.

Notttt Nowwww ......I am cominnggg.....to get you allll.......

She turned and twisted, her hands going up to her forehead; a headache was building fast. The eerie voice was gone.

Voices could be heard from far off. Lots of people were laughing, there were cries of anguish, sounds of metal falling- she became aware that this wasn't celebratory anymore. Something was wrong. She sat up.

She could hear screams, and the sound of people running, drunken yells and jeers of sorts. What was going on?
Hermione too, opened her eyes and sat up on her bunk. She gave Ginny a look that said 'whats happening?' and Ginny just shook her head. Through the tent, they could make out outlines of figures running, a blinding light, and fires burning away where other tents had been.

"Ginny! Hermione! Put on a jacket, don't come out of your tent! Do you get me? DONT COME OUT OF YOUR TENT!" Her father's outline appeared at them opening of the tent. Panic coursed through her veins, as she struggled to get her jacket from her rucksack. Her hands were shaking.

The two girls moved over to the opening of the tent and Ginny peeked through. She could see people running away into the woods, fleeing something that was moving across the field toward them, something that was emitting odd flashes of light and noises like gunfire. Loud jeering and roars of laughter came from a crowd of hooded wizards, their wands pointing upwards as they marched across the land.

"Girls, come outside! No time to dress, I've got the boys. Follow me" Her father's panic-stricken voice said. "Quickly!"

The clambered out of the tent, and Hermione gasped as they saw a boy being lifted about 50 feet off the ground and made to spin like a top, his head lolling from side to side. Ginny grabbed the other girl's hand and dragged her behind her own father till they came to a clearing.

They hurried to the group of boys - Ron, Harry, Fred and George. Bill, Charlie, and Percy emerged from the boys’ tent, fully dressed, with their sleeves rolled up and their wands out. “We’re going to help the Ministry!” Mr. Weasley shouted over all the noise, rolling up his own sleeves. “You lot — get into the woods, and stick together. I’ll come and fetch you when we’ve sorted this out!”

Bill, Charlie, and Percy were already sprinting away toward the oncoming marchers; Mr. Weasley tore after them. Ministry wizards were dashing from every direction toward the source of the trouble. The crowd of hooded wizards were marching closer towards them.

“C’mon,” said Fred, grabbing Ginny’s hand and starting to pull her toward the wood. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George followed. They all looked back as they reached the trees. It was a sickly scene. Dark figures were blundering through the trees; children were crying; anxious shouts and panicked voices were reverberating around them in the cold night air.

As they finally reached a thicket of bushes from the wood, Fred let to of Ginny's hand but kept close to her all the same. George had his wand out on the other side of Ginny.

"Lumos!" He said, and light erupted from his wand. "Where'd they go? I swear the three of them were following us a minute ago..." He muttered.

Harry, Ron and Hermione where no where to be seen.

"They'll find us soon, they're supposed to be coming to the wood anyway" Fred reassured them.

Then they heard a spell being cast from somewhere around the wood.

"MORSMORDRE!"

She realized that it was a colossal skull, comprised of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue. As they watched, it rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze of greenish smoke, etched against the black sky. Screams erupted all around them.

"Holy Merlin!" She heard George whisper beside her.

The Dark Mark. You-Know-Who's sign. But this was the World Cup, they couldn't find Harry even if they wanted to, she thought, but it didn't stop the fear building inside her.

"George? That you?" Another voice could be heard in the shadows. "Fred? Ginny?"

Charlie pushed aside the thicket, a large rip through his shirt, his wand held aloft and he walked toward them. "Thank Merlin you're all right. Dad sent me to get you, he's gone with a few Ministry people, they've found a culprit. Where are Harry, Ron and Hermione?"

"We were going together, and we lost them." She said. "Don't know where they are"

"Dad'll get them. Best if you guys come into the tent." He said, as he led them through the woods into the tent.

Bill was sitting at the small kitchen table, holding a bedsheet to his arm, which was bleeding profusely. Percy was sporting a bloody nose. The two of them looked thoroughly relieved to see the three of them unhurt. Ginny sat down at the table beside Bill and stared dabbing a corner of the cloth over his wound, as Fred and George went inside the room to get a first aid kit.

"Hang on, I think I hear Dad" Charlie said, and poked his head out of the tent.

“Dad, what’s going on?” he called through the dark. “Fred, George, and Ginny got back okay, but the others —"

“I’ve got them here,” said their father, bending down and entering the tent. Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered after him. Ginny was relieved to see that none of them had gotten hurt, although they looked shaken.

“Did you get them, Dad?” said Bill sharply. “The person who conjured the Mark?”

“No,” said their father. “We found Barty Crouch’s elf holding Harry's wand though"

“What?” said Bill, Charlie, and Percy together.

“Harry’s wand?” said Fred.

“Mr. Crouch’s elf ?” said Percy, sounding thunderstruck.

They explained what had occured. When they had finished their story, Percy swelled indignantly.

“Well, Mr. Crouch is quite right to get rid of an elf like that!” he said. “Running away when he’d expressly told her not to . . . embarrassing him in front of the whole Ministry . . . how would that have looked, if she’d been brought up in front of the Department for the Regulation and Control —”

“She didn’t do anything — she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time!” Hermione snapped at Percy, who looked very taken aback. Hermione had always got on fairly well with Percy — better, indeed, than any of the others, because they were both rather studious.

“Hermione, a wizard in Mr. Crouch’s position can’t afford a house-elf who’s going to run amok with a wand!” said Percy pompously, recovering himself.

“She didn’t run amok!” shouted Hermione. “She just picked it up off the ground!”

“Look, can someone just explain what that skull thing was?” said Ron impatiently. “It wasn’t hurting anyone. . . . Why’s it such a big deal?”

“I told you, it’s You-Know-Who’s symbol, Ron,” said Hermione, before anyone else could answer. “I read about it in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts.”

“And it hasn’t been seen for thirteen years,” said their father quietly. “Of course people panicked . . . it was almost like seeing You-Know-Who back again.”

“I don’t get it,” said Ron, frowning. “I mean . . . it’s still only a shape in the sky. . . .”

“Ron, You-Know-Who and his followers sent the Dark Mark into the air whenever they killed,” said their father. “The terror it inspired . . . you have no idea, you’re too young. Just picture coming home and finding the Dark Mark hovering over your house, and knowing what you’re about to find inside. . . .” he winced. “Everyone’s worst fear . . . the very worst . . .”

There was silence for a moment. Then Bill, removing the sheet from his arm to check on his cut, said, “Well, it didn’t help us tonight, whoever conjured it. It scared the Death Eaters away the moment they saw it. They all Disapparated before we’d got near enough to unmask any of them. We caught the Robertses before they hit the ground, though. They’re having their memories modified right now.”

“Death Eaters?” said Harry. “What are Death Eaters?”

“It’s what You-Know-Who’s supporters called themselves,” said Bill. “I think we saw what’s left of them tonight — the ones who managed to keep themselves out of Azkaban, anyway.”

“We can’t prove it was them, Bill,” said their father. “Though it probably was,” he added hopelessly.

“Yeah, I bet it was!” said Ron suddenly. “Dad, we met Draco Malfoy in the woods, and he as good as told us his dad was one of those nutters in masks! And we all know the Malfoys were right in with You-Know-Who!”

“But what were Voldemort’s supporters —” Harry began. Everyone winced. “Sorry,” said Harry quickly. “What were You-Know-Who’s supporters up to, levitating Muggles? I mean, what was the point?”

“The point?” said their father with a hollow laugh. “Harry, that’s their idea of fun. Half the Muggle killings back when You-Know-Who was in power were done for fun. I suppose they had a few drinks tonight and couldn’t resist reminding us all that lots of
them are still at large. A nice little reunion for them,” he finished disgustedly.

It was sick for her to think they did all that for fun.

“But if they were the Death Eaters, why did they Disapparate when they saw the Dark Mark?” said Ron. “They’d have been pleased to see it, wouldn’t they?”

“Use your brains, Ron,” said Bill. “If they really were Death Eaters, they worked very hard to keep out of Azkaban when You-Know-Who lost power, and told all sorts of lies about him forcing them to kill and torture people. I bet they’d be even more frightened than the rest of us to see him come back. They denied they’d ever been involved with him when he lost his powers, and went back to their daily lives. . . . I don’t reckon he’d be over-pleased with them, do you?”

“So . . . whoever conjured the Dark Mark . . .” said Hermione slowly, “were they doing it to show support for the Death Eaters, or to scare them away?”

“Your guess is as good as ours, Hermione,” said Arthur Weasley. “But I’ll tell you this . . . it was only the Death Eaters who ever knew how to conjure it. I’d be very surprised if the person who did it hadn’t been a Death Eater once, even if they’re not now. . . .Listen, it’s very late, and if your mother hears what’s happened she’ll be worried sick. We’ll get a few more hours sleep and then try and get an early Portkey out of here.” he finished.

As Ginny listened to Hermione recount the events from her point of view, she felt worried sick. When they finally went to bed she didn't feel like sleeping at all. She just stared at the roof of her bunk, wondering what this year had in store for all of them.

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