Us ; George Weasley

Four

This is a double-update so read chapter three before you read this.

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My friends, my brother and I cheered for the Irish team. The game started off in our favour. The Irish chaser Troy scored the first goal and after another two goals, Bulgaria scored their first.

Fifteen minutes into the match, Ireland was in the lead 130-10. We watched anxiously from the crowd as the Irish chaser Mullet was fouled by the Bulgarian Keeper Zograf and Ireland was then rewarded a penalty.

The penalty led to anarchy and Ireland won another penalty.

Lynch spotted the snitch and went chasing after it but then the Bulgarian seeker Viktor Krum spotted it too. When Krum caught the snitch, my friends and I all groaned, thinking we had lost.

Bulgaria received 150 points, but then it turned out that Ireland had 160, meaning that the Irish team had won the World Cup.

Some people were cheering when the stadium started clearing. I walked with my friends and brother and the four of us discussed everything we saw. The atmosphere was nothing but cheerful among the four of us but other people were sulking as they had been hoping that Bulgaria would win.

We went back to Marco's tent to celebrate but as Marco was pulling out the secret stash of firewhisky he had smuggled with him, people suddenly started screaming outside.

"What the hell." Cedric mumbled, jumping from the surprise. He, William and I watched the entrance to the tent carefully, while Marco simply laughed and shook his head.

"People are gonna get rowdier than that tonight." He told us, lifting a bottle of firewhisky into the air. "Ireland won for fuck sake!"

Though Marco got quiet when the screaming got louder, more chaotic while the sound of running filled our ears.

I was the first one to approach the entrance of the tent, with a comment from William to be careful. I pulled the door of the ten to the side and stepped outside, my eyes widening at what I saw.

Tents were on fire, people were running, screaming. Other people were pushed to the ground and stamped on as other people panicked to get moving.

I watched in the direction that people were running. Towards the woods. Then I looked in the direction where they ran from, and I felt my throat tighten at what I saw.

Something was moving closer, chasing the people. Flashes of lights were shot after people and something sounded almost like gunfire.

Marco, William and Cedric showed up by my side and apparently reacted faster than I because suddenly I was being pulled away by Marco while Cedric followed behind. William though ran in another direction before any of us could yell for him to stop.

"I need to find my dad!" Ced shouted next. "Meet me in the woods!"

I looked back to see Cedric disappear into the crowd of people and I wanted to shout for him to be careful but no words came out and he was already gone.

Marco's grip on my hand was as tight as a death grip. He obviously didn't want to let go of me because he was scared that I'd get lost or get hurt.

I don't know what happened, but suddenly someone bumped my shoulder hard enough that my hand slipped out of Marco's as I fell. I felt several people stamp on me or kick me as they panicked to get going. I heard Marco shout my name but he was being pushed further and further away by the crowd until the point where we couldn't see each other anymore.

It didn't last long through. Suddenly someone were shielding me from the crowd while someone else where helping me up. I didn't get to see the faces but someone held my hand and dragged me away from there while the other one followed behind.