𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 | Happiness, but better translated as "human flourishing"; to flourish by realizing one's ideal end or goal, by achieving the purpose of human life with excellence or virtue.
In Ancient Greek theater, a Greek tragedy is a play w...
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▬▬▬▬▬ CHAPTER TWO ▬▬▬▬▬
ESMERELDA SNAPPED AWAKE THE SECOND she heard the screams and smelled the fire. Not even caring that she was in a tee-shirt and pajama shorts, she threw herself off the bed and hurried off, slamming her fists into each bedroom door.
"WAKE UP!" She shouted. "WAKE UP, WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
There was a crashing noise as Tonks stumbled out of her room looking alarmed. "Wh-what—" She stopped talking, pausing to listen to the high-pitched screams and the pounding of running footsteps. She paled and hurried back in her room to grab her wand.
Finally, the other adults exited their rooms, all confused and scared.
"Grab your wands, we need to get out of here!" Esmerelda ordered. She had no idea what was going on. She doubted it was a monster attack—there were thousands of people in the campsite, they shouldn't be able to smell her out when there was so many people around her. It had to be something else.
Once everyone was ready, they hurried out of the tent.
By the light of the few fires that were still burning, 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, 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. Esmerelda frowned when she saw them. Their heads were hooded and their faces were covered by weird looking masks. To her, they bore a horrible resemblance to the KKK.
"No!" Sirius recognized them easily. "Those—those are Death Eaters!"
"Look!" Tonks cried out, pointing above them.
High above the group of Death Eaters, were four struggling figures, floating in midair. Their bodies were being contorted into grotesque shapes, their movements abrupt and forced, like they were being controlled. Two of the figures were very small. Like children. Esmerelda recognized their terrified faces. One of them was Mr. Roberts. The rest must have been his family.
More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled and fell as the marching crowd swelled. Once or twice she saw one of the marchers blast a tent out of his way with his wand. Several caught fire. The screaming grew louder.
One of the marchers below flipped Mrs. Roberts upside down with his wand; her nightdress fell down to reveal her underwear and she struggled to cover herself up as the crowd below her screeched and hooted with glee.
"Okay that's it," Esmerelda growled. She turned to her family. "You guys head back to the woods—try and find the portkey! I'm gonna stick around and save those mortals."
