Author's Note: This first bonus chapter takes place the night after the Quidditch World Cup. It is not necessary for the rest of the story (and the ninja have not yet arrived) but I include it to put us all in the mood for how things are different than canon Year 4 at Hogwarts due to the events of The Prisoner and the Masked Man. Hope you enjoy!

Lost Chapter Number One

"Harry wake up," Sirius had his hand on Harry's shoulder and was shaking it roughly.

Harry sat up in their tent and reached around for his glasses. "What's the matter?" Instead of hearing the joyous sounds of celebration in the distance that he'd fallen asleep to, Harry could only make out a dull ominous roar pierced by screams.

"Get dressed, now," Sirius said instead of answering and then hurried away.

Sirius had never spoken to Harry this way before. It wasn't like his godfather was angry exactly but it was something akin to it, some new tone of voice that Harry wasn't used to receiving from the man. Harry put his shoes on and threw his robes over his pajamas. When he emerged from the tent he saw Mr. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, and Hermione in front of the tent next to them. There was a green glow hanging over the campground. Sirius was standing in front of his and Harry's tent, glaring toward the ugly sounds.

"We're going to help the ministry," Mr. Weasley said indicating himself and his three eldest, whom had already taken off toward the danger. "Sirius, please get everyone else away from here."

Sirius almost protested then stopped himself, torn. He looked Arthur in the eye, then at Harry, and finally at Hermione and the younger Weasley children. Sirius firmly nodded his agreement and the groups separated. Sirius grabbed Harry's shoulder, his grip a little too tight. Harry turned to him in surprise. "Harry, don't wander off, stay right close to me alright?"

Harry nodded mutely. He didn't know when Sirius had drawn his wand but there it was in his hand and at the ready. The young wizard could almost pretend that they were about to have another dueling lesson. However, Sirius's face didn't hold the usual pride and mischief that would normally accompany spell practice.

"Everyone, wands out," Sirius commanded. "I don't care if you're underaged."

There was a chorus of, "Lumos" and their immediate area was lit up. Harry, however, was in a panic.

"I've lost my wand," Harry cried, searching the pockets of his robes again. Sirius looked sharply at him and then at the cackling crowd approaching them.

"Never mind that now Harry," Sirius said. "We'll find it later. Let's go."

Sirius, with Fred and George's help, began shepherding the youngest witches and wizards away from the chaos. Fred and George led the way while Sirius kept pushing everyone else from the rear. They hastened along as a group but lone witches or wizards sprinted by them. Harry even saw one person zoom by on a broomstick. Some people were screaming. An orange glow lit up the dark night, something was on fire.

Their group quickly drew attention. Up the path was a cluster of frightened teenaged girls. When Sirius came into view, clearly the adult in the group, one of them started to stutter out something.

Sirius wasn't wasting any time. "Come on then," he barked, inviting them to join. The girls jumped at his brutishness but scrambled to their feet and filled the gap he'd made for them. They hurried on together.

They picked up several more strays, usually underage wizards who'd been left alone or separated from their families. People seemed to think there was a safety in numbers and were more than happy to attach themselves to a large group with their wands at the ready. Eventually they reached a part of the forest that was quiet and Sirius suggested they wait things out there. Almost everyone sat down in the leaf litter, huddled in different groups. Sirius still had his wand out and was slowly walking circles around the group, peering into the darkness beyond their ring of light.

Suddenly Sirius seemed to think of something and waved his wand, "Expecto Patronum." Harry wasn't the only one learning things during their practices together. A glowing, silver dog shot out of Sirius's wand and bounded into the distance. He turned and walked over to Fred and George. "I've sent word to your mother to let her know what's happening and that you are safe," Sirius explained. "No doubt the news of this is going to reach her before we even know what's happened."

Just then, from a different part of the wood, screams broke out afresh. "What is that?!" Ginny cried out.

A giant green skull with a snake for a tongue rose into the air. It looked like it was made up of emerald stars that were giving off smoke. The smoke made the shape even more pronounced. Sirius growled.

"Oh no," Hermione gasped, "it's-" but she didn't get to finish. Red beams of light burst into existence from the direction they'd seen the skull emerge. Some of the red lights shot straight for them.

"Protego," Sirius roared and the red lights near them quickly dissipated against his shield.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Ron bellowed. They never did find out. Some of the witches and wizards they'd collected began to cry.

"It's alright everyone," Sirius said, attempting to be comforting, "I'm sure we'll hear something very soon."

As it turned out they did hear something very soon. A witch who worked for the ministry came by a few minutes later. She was scouring the woods for any injured witches or wizards and informed them that the situation had been contained and that they could return to their tents.

Sirius, still on his guard, stood and led his group back to where they'd last seen the rest of the Weasleys. All others in their group dissipated as they saw friends or came near their own tents.

The campsite was quiet now and Mr. Weasley stood outside of the big tent, standing on one foot, then the other. When he saw them he almost cried out, striding forward and embracing his children, then Hermione and Harry. Arthur then grasped Sirius's hand and they all went inside.

Charlie, Bill, and Percy had taken a little damage but were not seriously hurt. "Did you send word to Molly?" Sirius asked, thinking of the incomplete message he'd had to send with his patronus.

"Right, I'll do that now," Mr. Weasley responded. He hadn't been outside for two seconds before he stuck his head back in, "everyone try to get some sleep. I'll see about getting a port key first thing in the morning."

Everyone began to shuffle here and there, getting ready for bed for the second time that night. Sirius pulled Harry into an unexpected hug and then walked away without a word. Harry knew Sirius wasn't good with words but it didn't matter. He knew that he was cared for. That was enough.