-1Okay, chapter two, and here is when the HP comes in. Told you it would. The timeline, in case it isn't obvious, is the Quidditch World Cup in the beginning of the Goblet of Fire; this entire story is during the 4th Year. Up until this point, assume everything has happened just as it did in the book, but from here on we are doing a re-write. This was written completely by MarieAntoinette713, and is her intro chapter as well; that's why these both were so short. They will get longer, I promise. And for the record, we won't be doing the 'you write one, I write one' thing throughout the whole story; this is just to set up the intro. Hope everyone likes this one (I did!), and please review! Thanks!

Chapter 2

"Congratulations, Fred!"

"Oh, thank you! And congratulations to you, George!"

Fred and George Weasley had just won their bet! The Quiddich World Cup had just finished. Bulgaria caught the Snitch, but Ireland won! It was a match that would go down in history. Ludo Bagman had been furious. He hated parting with money, whether it was his or not.

"I can't believe they've actually won!" said Hermione Granger to her friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. "Who would have thought that that was possible!"

"Well, that's just Fred and George for you, isn' it?" Ron replied. "The Irish are bound to be up all night, though. Doubt we'll get any sleep," he added hopefully. Both Harry and Hermione knew that Ron hadn't any intention whatsoever of sleeping either way.

"D'you reckon your dad will let us stay up all night?" asked Harry.

"Probably not." Ron's hopeful expression had deflated a little. "But, here's hoping!"

Harry and Ron didn't have to worry about Mr. Weasley making them go to bed. In fact, for much of the night, he was nowhere to be found. But, Harry, Hermione and the Weasley's didn't mind; they were too busy celebrating and recapping the game. Even Hermione was joining in the celebration. They could heard fireworks exploding in the distance and people screaming in delight.

Or was it fear? Mr. Weasley rushed back into the tent, a frantic look on his face.

"What's up dad?" asked George. "The Irish set ablaze another tent with their fireworks?"

"No. Those aren't fireworks," Mr. Weasley replied, clearly worried. A high-pitched scream filled the air.

They all ran outside to see a group of people in dark robes and pointy hats marching through the camp, macabre skull masks obscuring their faces from view. One of the masked figures was holding his wand aloft; above him floated the Muggle family that they had rented the camp grounds from. They were wide awake, and clearly frightened out of their wits!

"Harry, it's the Death Eaters!" Hermione screamed into his ear.

"Death Eaters?" he asked. Death Eaters…he should know this.

"You-Know-Who's followers!"

"Kids!" shouted Mr. Weasley over the panic and confusion. "Go! Go into the forest and hide!"

"But, dad…" Ron began.

"Be quiet and go! As far into the woods as you can get, and stay there until I come and find you!"

So they ran. Into the dark, forbidding woods stopping only to exchange jibes with Draco Malfoy. Running further and further into the woods it grew darker and darker; they had somehow lost Fred, George, and Ginny along the way. Harry started tripping over branches and tree roots.

"You know, someone really should light their wand!" said Hermione in a half-whisper.

"Right," said Harry, pulling out of his back pocket. "Lumos!"

All of a sudden a loud crack filled the air above them; a bright purple light bathed the ground for only a moment and then all was dark again.

"Ouch! Gerroff!!" Harry heard Ron give a muffled yelp, like he was under a blanket.

In the light of Harry's wand they saw four oddly dressed people piled on top of Ron! Hermione looked up into the trees, checking to make sure no one else was going to fall from the sky. The boy on the very top of the pile lifted himself up, flattening those beneath him.

"Where the heck are we?" he demanded.