"Tasha what are you doing?" George asks. 

"Staying with you guys, and you can't stop me," I grin. I look around, "Where's Harry?" 

Hermione, Ron and I glance at each other, then try to run, but I am grabbed by Fred, Ron by George and Hermione by Ginny.

We watch the horrific scene of four shapes -to me they look like people- being tossed and thrown. When they pass a burning tent, the light shows who they are. It was the muggle manager. I realise the two smaller shapes are children. Innocent children!

"How can someone do this to a child?" I ask sadly. Harry appeared. 

”Where were you?" I ask angrily. "Your brother warned me about how they could hurt Hermione, because she's...a muggle born," Harry says.

“Don’t talk to him! He’ll fill you head with lies!” I yell. I hear the word, 'bombarder' and am viciously thrown back, along Hermione, Harry and Ron. 

"Fred, George, get Ginny away!" Hermione yells at them They nod and begin to pull her away as another bombarder is thrown and we are expelled backwards again.

We manage to scurry up and turn to run further into the woods. Ron had to slow down so we did as well. There are still people around us. 

A girl bumps in to me. I turn to shout at her when she spoke another language. Ron turns to her. It sounded like she was speaking french. "Er, what?" He asks.

"Oh," the girl says, turning her back to us. " 'Ogwarts," she mumbles. Hermione began to mumble about Beauxbatons whilst Ron and I pull out our wands and light them like she already had.

"Ah, no, I don't believe it....I've lost my wand!" Harry exclaims.

“You're kidding?" I ask him. Ron, Hermione and I raise our wands, in search for Harry's lost wand. Ron and Hermione try to suggest where it might be. I hear a rustling noise in the bush and I react by holding my wand to it.

A small House elf jumps out timidly. "Winky!" Harry exclaims, kneeling down in front of the small creature. She is mumbling something as she walks away strangely. Ron and I question Harry on this as Hermione went on about how mis-treated House elves are.

Suddenly, a loud bang comes from the direction we had just walked from, so we go further into the woods, passing three Veela who were surrounded by a bunch of lying young wizards. "Did I tell you that I invented as broomstick that'll reach Jupiter?" Ron calls.

"Honestly!" Hermione snaps. I just laugh. We tug Ron backwards and even further into the woods. 

Someone else bumps me. I turn to see Ludo Bagman stumbling out of the trees. He stops to stare at us. "Who's that?" He asks. "What are you all doing here alone?"

"Well there's a sort of riot going on,” Ron begins. Bagman's eyes widen. 

"What?" He asks. 

Ron continues explaining. 

"Damn them!" Ludo mumbles He apperates away. Ron went and sat in a clearing, Harry, Hermione and I following him.

They talk and I watch Ron's toy of Viktor Krum walk around. Everything is really quite as we listen out carefully. Hermione keeps babbling on about what happened...but she stops. I gasped and sat up quickly. It was a sort of....growling.

Standing carefully, I walk over to the shrubbery. ”Tasha," Ron squeaks. They all whisper for me to come back. I poke my wand at the bush and something pounces on top of me. 

Hermione points her wand at it but I sit up and shielded it with my arm, hugging it tightly. "No!" I yell.

I sit back normally to reveal a sobbing Twinkle, who holds her arm, crying, eyes closed. She attempts to hurt herself for attacking her mistress, but I hold her back. I carefully took her arm and pointed my wand at it. "Episky."

She winces, then smiles brightly at the feeling of her arm healing. She sits in between Ron and I, her eyes wider than ever, staring at Harry in amazement, too shocked to speak. She finally opens her mouth but stops and winces, like we all did.

The sound of a staggering man hits my ears. We all turn around to hear what it was. Harry began to call out. There is no response. He gets up and peers from behind a tree. The next thing we hear is a spell being recited. "MORSEMORDRE!"

A green light shoots into the sky. We all stand up immediately. I stare up into the clouds. There is a skull shape, a snake emerging from its mouth. This is not a good sign. It was his, Voldemort's. Hermione informs Harry of what was going on as I pull his jacket, moving him backwards.

A series of pops rang through the air. I grabb Hermione quickly and pull her to the ground, as Harry did to Ron. "STUPERFY!"

My hair whips around my back as commotion is heard. "Stop! That's my son!" My uncle emerges from the darkness. "Ron-Tasha-Harry-Hermione are you alright?"

"Natasha!" I hear a shrill voice. It is mother. She comes running towards me before hugging and kissing me, caressing my face with her hands. "Mother I'm fine!" I exclaim. 

"Of course it would be you! Juvenile with power gone to her head!" Crouch exclaims.

"How dare you!" A cold voice comes from behind my Mother. My eyes widen. Loser-iss.

My Mother begins to tug me away. My step father flicked his hair and followed, Draco waiting and watching from a distance. Twinkle holds tightly onto my hand. I just turn my head a lot, a look of shock on my face. Harry, Ron and Hermione were all confused.