Vulnerability || George Weasley

Mark in the Sky

It was a crowd of wizards that made the hairs stand on the back of Phoenix's neck, their wands directed upwards into the sky, seemingly marching across the field. Phoenix saw, with a jolt, that their heads heavily hooded and their faces were masked. Phoenix stared, in horror, as she saw that their wands were in fact directed at four figures high in the air that were being contorted into shapes that were not possible if they were not being controlled by the hooded figures. Two of the figures, Phoenix realised, were very small.

"Oh my-" said Phoenix, stepping backwards in utter fear.

"We're going to help the Ministry!" Mr. Weasley bellowed at them, rolling up his sleeves. "You lot-get into the woods, and stick together. I'll come and get you when this has been sorted out!"

"Phoenix, C'mon! "George grabbed Phoenix's hand and pulled her towards the woods, following the others. As they reached the trees, she looked back at the scene. The crowd was larger; Ministry wizards were desperately trying to reach the hooded figures.

The paths that had been lighted earlier was now gone. Phoenix gripped onto George's large hand tigther with her smaller ones as she heard children crying, anxious yells that made her heart feel as though it was going to explode. She was being pushed by dark figures as they too tried to escape the scene.

"Where do we go?" voiced Phoenix, noticing that her voice was breaking in fear.

"No idea," said Fred, "just stay close."

"But where's Harry, Ron and Hermione?" Ginny asked, looking back. Phoenix mimicked her and realised that they were nowhere to be seen through the sea of people. Fred swore loudly.

"Fred, just keep going, they'll be fine as long as they stick together," George confided, "we have to keep moving." Phoenix noticed that George glanced at her when he said this.

So they did. They moved through the throng of people towards, who knows where. More and more people were pushing them in panic, causing Ginny and Phoenix to topple over one or more times due to their small sizes.

"You two, stop!" Fred yelled over yells from the people surrounding them. Phoenix and George obliged and together, with Fred and Ginny, they cut into the trees, away from the crowd.

"What on earth is going on out there?" said George as they all sat against tree trunks, Phoenix in her usual position with her head against George's shoulder and his arm around her.

"I have no idea," said Fred, handing Ginny his jacket as she shivered, "but- did you see who was in the air?"

"No? Who?" Ginny asked.

"It was Mr. Robert's family," said George, "it must be their idea of fun. You know-," George cast a weary look at Phoenix, "-taking the mick out of Muggles,"

"That's sick," Phoenix said in a small voice, "I bet you anything that Lucius was in there. Is that why you were so keen to keep us going because you were worried that they would get me?"

"Well-" began George.

"Nix, you know what they're like," said Fred, looking weary, "anyone who even has a trace of Muggle blood in their family, they see them as well-"

"Yeah, yeah I know," snapped Phoenix, "but whatever. I'm a better witch than most purebloods so they can kiss my-"

"You know," sneered a voice somewhere behind them, "saying things like that won't change that you are a Mudblood."

Fred and George immediately got to their feet, their wands directed straight at Draco's smug looking face.

"Shove off Malfoy," snarled Fred.