Wish Upon A Star

The Dark Mark

When they finally reached the tents, nobody felt like sleeping at all, and given the level of noise around them, Mr Weasley agreed that they could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in. 

They were soon arguing enjoyably about the match; Mr Weasley got drawn into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and it was only when Ginny fell asleep right at the tiny table and spilled hot chocolate all over the floor that Mr Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays and insisted that everyone go to bed.

The girls went to the other tent. Ashlyn didn't bother changing. As she watched Hermione and Ginny sleepily pull their nightgowns over their heads, the feeling of dread came back. Her mug of hot cocoa was bubbling and boiling in her hand now. She stared at it, her hands didn't feel a thing. 

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Hermione asked yawning.

"In a bit," Ashlyn said, as she dipped her finger into the boiling mass of hot chocolate. She felt nothing. She placed the cup on her thigh and gave out a small yelp as she felt the heat of the cup. But why didn't her hands feel anything? That's when she realized, it was not just her cup that was hot, but her very hands were giving off heat. 

"How the hell do I stop this?" Ashlyn muttered as she placed the cup on the table. And as though on cue, her hands went back to normal and so did the hot cocoa.

An hour later, Mr Weasley rushed into the tent.

"Grab a jacket--come on--Ginny, Hermione," he said hurriedly, as he shook them awake roughly.

Ashlyn ran out with Hermione and Ginny who were now in their nightgowns, with a jacket on their shoulders.

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. Death Eaters were making the Roberts family spin around in the air. 

Ashlyn looked around a noticed that she was alone. She had broken off from the others. Pulling out her wand, she ran towards the forest.

Stumbling and trying not to trip over stray tree roots, Ashlyn made her way into the woods. She had to find Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Where could they be? They were supposed to be in the woods too. But where exactly?

"Ouch!" Ashlyn exclaimed as she bumped into something, or rather someone. The other person, a male, groaned.

"Sorry," 
"Watch it!"  they said together. 

"Malfoy?"

"Clarke?"

"Oh! Lumos," Ashlyn's wand light shown on the twigs, leaves, the large roots, and the platinum blond hair of Malfoy. He had his infamous sneer on and his grey eyes were glaring at her. 

Ashlyn sighed and got up, dusting her pants. Of course, she would run into this idiot. Why was her luck so damn terrible? 

She heard Malfoy get up, crunching leaves and twigs beneath his feet.

"What are you doing here?" Malfoy asked.

"Excuse me? I came to watch the match, duh" Ashlyn said, looking around for her friends.

"Wait. Malfoy's here, so that means they're going to come here," Ashlyn muttered to herself.

"What? Who's going to come?" Malfoy said, sounding slightly worried.