Stella's POV ✨

As we were walking up the stairs to get to our seats in the stadium, I felt like it was never ending. "Blimey Stella, how far up are we?" Ron asked with a shaky breath. I was about to reply when someone did for me.

"Well, put it this way, if it rains, you'll be the first to know. Stella? What the hell are you doing hanging around with these blood traitors?"

I turned around to see no other than my boyfriend, Patrick Jones. He has changed over the summer, he had gotten taller and more intimidating.

"Awnser me then you-"

"Dont even think about it Jones." Fred interupted Patrick in a stern tone before pulling me back by the shoulders. I looked at him in a confused yet worried way, not sure what was going to happen next.

"Thats my girlfriend you punk." Patrick yelled at Fred who just seemed to grow a smirk on his face and i knew he had a reply ready to shoot back at him.

"Well maybe you should start treating her like she is! Instead of treating her like an object."

"You better be kidding Weasel, because if youre not, you'll regret it." Patrick snarled as he stalked off, leaving me standing in shock. Fred grabbed my forearm and dragged me up to our seats. Before I knew it, the match had started.

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With Ireland winning the Cup everyone was estatic when we arrived back at the tent, especially Fred and George who were prancing round the room with the irish flags wrapped round them like capes but the fun soon ended when Arthur came in yelling at us to get out the tent.

"Everyone head back to the Portkey and stick together! Fred, George! Ginny and Stella are your responsibility. Now go!" Arthur pushed us out the tent and Fred grabbed a hold of my wrist.

We began running towards the portkey but before I knew it, I was shoved to the ground by people running the other direction.

I attempted to get up but was knocked down again after getting kicked in the back of the head.

Then everything went black.

Freds POV ✨

It all happened so quickly that I barely had a chance to react at what just happened. "STELLA!" I yelled at the top of my lungs just hoping she would pop up beside me. But she never did.

I ran to the portkey having everything crossed that she had managed to find her way and was safe with George or Oliver.

"Fred! Wh-wheres Stella?" Oliver asked while gasping for breath. Oh shit. She is still in there.

"I-I lost her." I stuttered. Looking back at the campsite that was now ablaze. George gasped and began running back to the campsite with Ginny and Oliver sprinting behind him.

I turned back to the campsite and began running as fast as I could hoping that I would find her.

I then heard a scream and decided to follow.

Stella's POV ✨

I opened my eyes to see a figure standing above me wearing all black with a large pointy hat and a skull mask. A deatheater.

I tried to get up to run but my head was throbbing causing me to lay down again.

The deatheater then towered over my defenseless body and lifted their wand.

"Now what would a defenceless little girl be doing on her own, eh? You should've known better."

"Crucio."

I let out a bloodcurdling scream as I felt the excruciating pain run through every inch of my body. I screwed my eyes shut hoping for the pain to stop. But it didnt. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop please. It felt as though my bones were being crushed into powder. Why is this happening to me?

This feeling went on for what felt like eternity, until someone came.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" A familiar voice yelled causing the curse to stop. I shifted my eyesight to see no other than a familiar redhead kneeling next to me holding me tight in his arms.

"George?" I whispered trying to speak without feeling too much pain.

"Its Fred. Dont worry Jess. I've got you. You're safe now." Freds voice croaked as he tried to hold back his tears. Never thought I'd see Fred so distraught nevermind even helping me. He picked me up and began carrying me to the portkey, the last thing I remembered was being in his arms, before it once again went black.

Freds POV ✨

I finally arrived back at the portkey with Jess who lay limp in my arms. I managed to meet Oliver, Ginny and George on the way back.

Dad saw the state Stella was in and decided it would be best to take her straight back to the burrow to be taken care of. I decided to take her back, along with George, Oliver and Ginny. Hermione wouldve come but Dad said she already went back to the tent with the others.

Who wouldve thought such a fun day could end in disaster.

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