[Book 2]
❝ 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭.❞
Serena's fourth year at Hogwarts begins, but with no less drama than the previous year. Although Sirius Black was acquitted of all charges, not...
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• Serena Black •
„The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters."
On the way back to their tents, the whole campsite was bustling with noise, and chants of every kind reached Serena's ears from everywhere. Despite the boisterous mood, the dark forest was no less frightening. Like bony, long fingers, they clattered together with every breeze, as if reaching out their fangs one after the other. Right beside Serena walked two smugly grinning Weasleys with a large bag of money in their midst, jingling with each of their steps.
"Do you know what you're doing with it yet?" asked Serena the two curiously. Ahead of her, she could make out the silhouettes of the adults, each of whom had topped a glass bottle of mead to toast and were now taking a sip from it now and then.
"Something big," George replied conspiratorially and winked at her. Serena merely rolled her eyes and mimicked him, offended, "Oooh something big."
"You'll find out," grinned Fred, who she apparently couldn't get anything out of either. Branches large and small burst under their footsteps, drowned out only by the celebratory cheers of the Ireland fans.
"When the time is right," his twin brother added. Serena rolled her eyes with a sigh, but quickly announced her surrender. If the two of them wanted to keep something secret, there was no way around it. Silently, she walked beside them until they reached their tents. At that moment, she was actually glad that their place was right at the edge of the forest, because that way they didn't still have to push their way through the celebrating and obviously drunk mob of spectators.
After a quick "good night" to everyone, she finally threw herself onto her bunk, exhausted, and stared at the dark blue fabric that would be almost black in the darkness if not for the faint glow of the oil lamp. The singing and cheering had still not died down and snippets of the game kept flashing in Serena's mind. She wished she had taken a camera with her so she could have shown pictures to Hailey, Nate and her mum. Surely they would have loved to see pictures of the World Cup and she herself could watch them over and over again and relive her memories. With her mind on flying brooms, snatches caught too early and celebrating Irishmen, she finally fell asleep.
"Serena, get up!"
Flabbergasted, Serena blinked up at the ceiling of the tent as she was jolted out of her dream. She could make out flickering orange light through the thin fabric. Her first thought was that the Irish had accidentally set fire to the campsite. She felt as if she hadn't slept a second as she slowly sat up. But the happy singing she had fallen asleep to had turned into panicked screams that made her feel like she was in the middle of a nightmare.
