Chapter 6
Da wrote the next day and apologized profusely to Mum, and she replied by writing him back and said she was sorry. They were soon back on speaking terms.
A few days later I got a letter from Ginny.
Dear Cassi,
You won't believe what happened
A bunch of death eaters, of dark wizards who work for you-know-who, attacked at the Quiddich world cup! No one knows who they are, and no one was hurt badly. But it's really scary.
Dad says they don't want us to forget they are still out there. It scares me to think that Voldemort is still out there.
Anyway how is your summer going? Harry is staying with us again.
He and Hermione came for the Cup. Fred and George did something to his cousin but they won't tell me and every time I bring it up Harry, Fred, George, and Dad all burst out laughing and can't talk for several minutes. So I still don't know.
Oh well, I'll see you at the train.
Ginny.
On the train Ginny told me everything.
"They were floating and then there was the dark mark. It was the scariest thing."
She didn't say much for the rest of the ride. Fred and George told me about their new business, Weasly's Wizard Wheezes, and their plans to open a joke shop after Hogwarts as this was their final year.
I don't like to think about what happened that year. It's all too much and it was the first step in the fulfillment of our destinies. Voldemort arose. With the help of Pettigrew and the other death eaters. A student at Hogwarts was killed. The tournament was exciting of course but the last task, it was more that anyone expected and poor Harry had to battle a fully regenerated Voldemort.
Unfortunately Dumbeldore couldn't persuade the ministry, or at least Fudge, that he was really back. I knew it. I saw Harry's face when they brought him back. And Da told me when I went to the infirmary. Then Dumbledore told us all at the end of term.
We had all been born in the years right before or following Voldemort's demise and his return only signaled more pain and fear in the times ahead. And we were right.
On a happier note, my mum had another set of twins. On May fifteenth. Two beautiful bouncing baby boys. Da couldn't be there but he was overjoyed when I told him.
He named them Polaris Castor Black and Gemini Pollex Black. He insisted we carry on the family tradition of being named after stars.
I didn't mind. Those two boys and the others that followed, my little sisters and brother would be a light in our lives in the darkest times.
My life back home remained much the same, For a while.
One day, that summer, my life changed. For better or for worse I have yet to see.
It all started with a knock on the door. But that isn't my story to tell. It is a story for an another day.