💌🏹

╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸] ❞ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
⁺⤾·˚.⃗. [ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ] 𑁍ࠜೄ ･ﾟˊˎ
﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋

The Quidditch World Cup
Campground
- Devon, England
( August, 1994. )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑. Nobody felt like sleeping at all, and given the level of noise around them, Mr. Weasley agreed that they could all stay up, so long they didn't leave the tent, there were far too many drunk people about. The only ones allowed out were Achilles, Bill, and Charlie, whom were all legal adults and could drink as much as they pleased. Despite this, the three of them remained in the tent, planning to wait and go out later once the younger ones were asleep - they knew if they left now that Fred and George would find a way to follow em'.

Mr. Weasley made his way up to his twins, tapping each of them on the shoulder. "Don't tell your mother you've been gambling," Mr. Weasley implored Fred and George.

"Don't worry, Dad," said Fred gleefully, "we've got big plans for this money. We don't want it confiscated."

Mr. Weasley looked for a moment as though he was going to ask what these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon reflection, that he didn't actually want to know.

Olympia and Cassie looked up, they had been busy sitting and talking to Hermione and Ginny. The four girls were gushing about Cedric Diggory and Victor Krum. But now their curiosity lied within Fred and George.

Olympia and Cassie got up from the table, making their way over to Fred and George. "Big plans?" Cassie whispered to them.

"Oh yes." Fred grinned, he and George turned around, grabbing Olympia and Cassie by their hands and dragging them into the bathroom. Not wanting anyone to hear their plans, just in case it got back to their mum.

"We're saving everything we make. Have more of our inventions hidden away, out in the garden in some pots and such." Fred explained.

"We're gonna sell them at school this year." George further went into detail.

"Why?" Olympia questioned.

"We're doing it." George announced, "the joke shop. We're really doing it."

Olympia and Cassie smiled widely, "really?" they asked in sync.

"What about your mother's plans?" Olympia pointed out, "the whole ministry thing?"

"Screw it. We'd be miserable." Fred stated, anger lacing his tone at the mere thought.

"Well, I think a joke shops a splendid idea." Olympia decided, "I agree" called out Cassie whole heartedly.

Fred and George were happy to have it off their chest that they were actually going through with it. They'd been scared silly about the idea, mostly about not being supported - but Cass and Olympia were all they needed to realize that they did have support. It may not come from their mother, but it's there.

"Perfect." Fred grabbed the three and pushed them out the curtain, following behind.

"Krum! There's no one like Krum!" bellowed Ron.

"Krum?" Repeated Fred. "Dumb Krum?" George added.

"He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind!" Ron hoisted himself atop a stool. "He's more than an athlete. He's an artist!"

Fred and George obnoxiously flapped their arms like a bird around Ron repeating, "dumb Krum" over and over again in perfect sync.

"l think you're in love, Ron!" Ginny called out.

"Shut up." Ron shot back.

"Viktor, I love you." Fred sang.

"Viktor, I do!" George added.

"When we're apart my heart beats only for you." The entire tent sang aloud.

Suddenly, crashes and scream could be heard from outside the tent - and Mr. Weasley hurried off to see what the commotion was about.

"Sounds like the lrish have got their pride on." George grinned. His smile dropped the second his father came rushing back into the tent with a look of sheer terror plastered upon his face.

"Stop! Stop it! lt's not the lrish. We've gotta get out of here. Now!" Mr. Weasley urged, his voice in a panic. Olympia had never heard him sound so serious.

Olympia began to grab her bag, but Mr. Weasley grabbed her hand urging her outside the tent. "No time to grab your things, your wand is all you need!"

The noises in the campsite had changed. The singing had stopped. All they could hear were screams, and the sound of people running. They all hurdled out of the tent, stumbling into one another in a panic.

By the light of the few fires that were still burning, people could be seen 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, roars of laughter, and drunken yells were drifting toward them; then came a burst of strong green light, which illuminated the scene: A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field. Their faces all masked with silver.

There were fires exploding everywhere, tents set ablaze, carts exploding and sending splinters everywhere. Witches and wizards bodies being flung into the air and contorted in savagely terrifying ways.

More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled and fell as the marching crowd swelled. The screams around them grew louder, people running so quickly that they were crushing each other under foot.

Olympia let out a terrified scream at the sight, backing up into the side of the tent and watching everything before her unfold. She felt like she couldn't move, like her feet were glued to the ground.

"Get out, it's the Death Eaters! Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together!" Mr. Weasley instructed. "Fred, George!" Fred and George snapped their heads toward their father, their eyes wide with fear, "Ginny is your responsibility!" He instructed.

Achilles, Charlie, Bill, and Percy all whipped out their wands - ready to fight. Achilles was the first to take off, he was an auror, perfectly trained to deal with just about anything. Charlie followed close after him.

Atlas made a dash to follow his older brother, but was yanked backward by Bill. He hadn't meant to, but he pulled him so hard that Atlas fell to the ground with. "No!" Bill ordered, "your brother is trained to deal with this! You need to take care of your sisters!" There was a panic in Bill's voice. He had known him his entire life, yet Atlas had never heard such a tone emit from the man. "Now! Go now! To the woods!"

"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!"

And with that Arthur and Bill hurried into the crowd, wands drawn and ready to fight.

Atlas nodded, turning to his sisters, he saw the terror on their faces, his heart sinking. He then snapped his gaze to Fred and George. There was a silence between the three, they all stared, widened eyes and fear struck faces. The three of them were still boys, they had never faced anything like this, never felt their lives truly in danger.

None of them had ever experienced this level of fear.

Atlas gave the two of them one determined nod, Fred and George understood the gesture, firmly nodding back.

It was time to act.

"Cmon!" Fred cried out, he leaped froward, taking Ginny's hand within his own. Atlas grabbed Cassie and Olympia, his arms wrapping around their hands as he lead the girls through the chaos. George secured Ron by his forearm, Hermione and Harry had already ran for the woods right ahead of Fred.

As they got to the edge of the forest the group of children all looked back. The crowd was larger than ever; they could see the Ministry wizards trying to get through it to the hooded wizards in the center, but they were having great difficulty. It looked as though they were scared to perform any spell that might make the bodies above them fall, for it wouldn't surely killed them and injured those in the crowd.

The colored lanterns that had lit the path to the stadium had been extinguished. Dark figures were blundering through the trees; children were crying; anxious shouts and panicked voices were reverberating around them in the cold night air.

"Come on! We need to get further into the woods!" Atlas instructed, taking the role as leader since he was the oldest. Not that his age mattered, he was still only a child - just recently seventeen.

Olympia stared out at the chaos, tears stinging her eyes. Suddenly she caught sight of a toddler sitting on the ground next to a burning tent, screaming loudly and reaching in the air. Olympia looked up, noticing that the toddler was reaching for a woman who laid limp in the air above him.

Olympia shot forward. She didn't hesitate, not even for a moment. Only ten minutes before she had been glued to the side of the tent in fear, but now she didn't feel fear. No. Not even a little.

"Olympia!" Cassie screamed out, her voice shaking she tried to run after her sister but Atlas grabbed her from behind.

George began to run after her, Fred's arm shot out, grabbing George's shoulder. George wasn't thinking, all he knew was he had to get to Olympia. He shoved his elbow back, colliding it into Fred's cheek. Fred let out a groan as George's elbow smashed into his face, causing him to drop his twin's his grasp. "George!" He hollered out, Fred was seconds within chasing after him before Ron and Hermione launched forward and held him back.

George ran, he ran fast. George had never ran so fast in his life.

Olympia pushed through the crowd, her eyes remaining on the child in front of her. She was within feet of the toddler before she was knocked sideways and to the ground. She immediately curled into a ball, to protect herself from the stomping crowd.

"Immobulus!" George's voice rang out, causing those running around Olympia's curled up body to freeze in place. He hurried to her side, pulling her to her feet. He quickly scanned her body for injuries. "A-are you okay?" he panicked, his thumb rubbing across a bloodied cut along her brow.

Olympia let out a panicked sob as she looked around, her head snapping back and forth. "There's a baby!" She cried out, looking to the spot where the toddler was.

"What?" George's brows knitted in confusion, his mind fogged from the chaos around him.

"There!" Olympia yelled, pointing to the baby that sat there in the grass, and relief washed over her. Olympia shot forward, securing the child in her arms. He couldn't have been older than two. He clung to her, screaming and screaming.

"Cmon!" George threw his arm around Olympia's shoulders, pulling her tightly to him, the baby secured on her hip and between the two of them for added safety.

They made it to the edge of the woods within minutes, the majority of the crowd had already made it into the woods making getting there a lot easier than it had been before.

They were deep within the woods before they stopped running. Around them people were communing into groups, finding their family members and apparating. George's head snapped around the woods, "Fred! Ron! Dad!" he cried out, hoping someone would answer. They were surrounded by strangers.

And then something vast, green, and glittering erupted from behind them. It flew up over the treetops and into the sky. Olympia and George turned, staring up at the sky in confusion. For a split second, they thought it was another leprechaun formation. Then they 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 like a new constellation.

Suddenly, the wood all around them erupted with screams.

"George." Olympia's tone dropped deathly low, "that's the d~dark mark." her voice broke. George's grip around her and the child tightened.

"Fred!" He hollered into the darkness around them, strangers ran every which way around them, most of them making contact with their family and apparating within seconds of doing so.

"George!" A distant voice screamed, it was Fred.

"Fred!" George repeated, his head snapping toward where the voice rang out. He began leading Olympia toward the sound of Fred's voice.

"George!" Fred called out again, finally coming to view as he ran out from behind a group of trees. A look of relief washed over his fear stricken face. Fred grabbed George, pulling him into the tightest embrace he ever had. "I thought I lost you." he sobbed. Ophelia had never seen Fred cry. Not like that. He pushed George the second he released him from the hug, "Never do that to me again!" he demanded.

"Now Cmon." Fred wiped his face, pulling George, Olympia, and the child through the woods.

"Cassie just about lost it" Fred looked to Olympia, "she's thrown up twice since you ran off." he sighed. "Me too, but only once. Bloody hell if either of you ever do that again we'll kill you." he finally noticed the child, "who's this?"

"His mum's dead." Olympia answered solemnly, "we need to find the rest of his family."

"Let's find our own first." Fred reminded, "they should be just up here, at the port key. Dad came back, but then he had to go find Ron, Hermione, and Harry. Hopefully they'll be back by now. I want to leave this bloody place."

Olympia didn't know how he could talk so much after everything that had just happened, she doubted she could even fully form a coherent sentence.

Only hours ago they had been so excited to be there. Now all they wanted was to be home.

They heard urgent voices as they approached the spot where the Portkeys lay, and when they reached it, they found a great number of witches and wizards gathered around Basil, the keeper of the Portkeys, all clamoring to get away from the campsite as quickly as possible.

"Olympia, you're alright!" she heard Cassie before she saw her, suddenly her twin sister's arms flung around her, causing the baby to cry from the sudden jerk.

"Why do you have a baby?!" Cassie asked, confusion lacing her words.

"It's a long story." Olympia smiled, hugging her sister back, she then looked to the baby and around the crowds.

"Peter!" A man cried out form across the hill, shoving through the people and scrambling to Olympia and the child. "Oh my sweet sweet boy." he reached out, taking the child from her and holding him tightly. "You! You saved him, you saved my baby." He thanked graciously, pulling Olympia into a tight embrace. "Thank you."

Olympia smiled warmly, watching as the father took the child who clung to him instantly. The two walked away, back to a group of people toward the front of what looked like a long line.

Olympia and George reunited with and hugged everyone. And Mr. Weasley had a hurried discussion with Basil, the portkey keeper, and they joined the line, and were able to take an old rubber tire back to Stoatshead Hill before the sun had risen.

The Burrow
Village of Ottery St Catchpole
- Devon, England
( August 30th, 1994. )

They walked back through Ottery St. Catchpole and up the damp lane toward the Burrow in the dawn light, talking very little because they were so exhausted, and thinking longingly of their breakfast. As they rounded the corner and the Burrow came into view, a cry echoed along the lane.

"Oh thank goodness, thank goodness!" Mrs. Weasley, who had evidently been waiting for them in the front yard, came running toward them, still wearing her bedroom slippers, her face pale and strained, a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet clutched in her hand. "Arthur - I've been so worried - so worried -" She flung her arms around Mr. Weasley's neck, and the Daily Prophet fell out of her limp hand onto the ground.

Looking down, Olympia saw the headline: SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP, complete with a twinkling black-and-white photograph of the Dark Mark over the treetops.

"You're all right," Mrs. Weasley muttered distractedly, releasing Mr. Weasley and staring around at them all with red eyes, "you're alive....Oh boys..."

And to everybody's surprise, she seized Fred and George and pulled them both into such a tight hug that their heads banged together.

"Ouch! Mum - you're strangling us -" Fred muttered. A small smile crept along he and George's lips.

"I shouted at you before you left!" Mrs. Weasley said, starting to sob. "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 OW.L.s? Oh Fred...George..."

"Come on, now, Molly, we're all perfectly okay," said Mr. Weasley soothingly, prying her off the twins and leading her back toward the house. "Bill," he added in an undertone, "pick up that paper, I want to see what it says..."

"S'pose it only takes almost dying." George said aloud, once his mother was out of hearing range. Fred chuckled softly at his twin's joke.

They all crammed into the tiny kitchen, and Olympia made Mrs. Weasley a cup of very strong tea, into which Mr. Weasley insisted on pouring a shot of Ogdens Old Firewhiskey.

Bill handed his father the newspaper. Mr. Weasley scanned the front page while Percy and Achilles watched over his shoulder.

"I knew it," said Mr. Weasley heavily. "Ministry blunders...culprits not apprehended...lax security...Dark wizards running unchecked...national disgrace....Who wrote this? Ah...of course...Rita Skeeter."

"That woman's got it in for the Ministry of Magic!" said Percy furiously. "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-Wizard Part-Humans -"

"Do us a favor, Perce," said Bill, yawning, "and shut up."

"I'm mentioned," said Mr. Weasley, his eyes widening behind his glasses as he reached the bottom of the Daily Prophet article.

"Where?" spluttered Mrs. Weasley, choking on her tea and whiskey. "If I'd seen that, I'd have known you were alive!"

"Not by name," said Mr. Weasley. "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 refusing 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.'" read Mr. Weasley in exasperation, handing the paper to Percy. He heaved a deep sigh. "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," said Percy importantly. "Mr. Crouch will need all hands on deck. And I can give him my cauldron report in person." He bustled out of the kitchen.

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

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

Mrs. Weasley hurried after her husband as he walked to their room, arguing with him along the way, begging him not to go.

Olympia let out a tired sigh, sitting down on the couch. Her entire body hurt, it felt like her eyelids had 10 pound weights tied to them. Cassie, Fred, and George all joined Olympia on the now cramped couch - not having enough energy to climb the stairs to their rooms.

Fred and George placed their feet atop the coffee table, Olympia and Cass curled up together, cuddling and falling asleep in less than ten minutes.