I Will Follow You Into the Dark

“Harry!” Svetlanna screamed, rushing from the heart of the crowd of witches and wizards with panic written on their faces. As the petite, teenage girl ran in the direction she last saw Harry, she heard her name being called from just several feet behind her. Not bothering to glimpse back, Svetlanna ran harder toward her destination, just hoping and praying that she’d get there in time.

After everyone rushed out of the tents they started running for the portkey, but Svetlanna was forced out of her tight clutch on Ron’s hand and pushed away from her group’s sight. Luckily, she saw Harry being pushed away too and she fought to get to him just to feel some form of comfort and familiar companionship.

Less than a minute later she found a familiar figure just barely sitting up. Her heart rate increased along with her legs, and as Svetlanna quickened her pace she pulled out her charcoal colored wand from the garter strap under her skirt. Ironically, earlier in the day she had mentally abused herself for wearing such a short skirt to the tournament, yet she seemed to praise herself for having in on in the end.

“Harry!” she screamed once again when she reached his still body. She began slapping his cheeks roughly and yelling in his face until she saw a small sign of light behind his eyes. Sighing in relief, Svetlanna tackled his body fully onto the ground and squeezed him tightly, “Don’t ever do that again you bloody moron! I swear on Merlin’s pants I’m going to curse you myself if you ever leave my side in a moment of panic again!”

Harry looked at his friend confused; he didn’t really understand what she had said after ‘don’t ever’. He nodded and wrapped his arms around her shaking body, “Calm down, Lanna,” he whispered with a cracked voice, “I’m fine, nothing’s wrong with me.”

The screaming had died down a little as the two teenagers just held onto each other like the world was ending; the only thing that ruined the peaceful, yet frightful, silence the echo of something crashing in the distance. Svetlanna jumped violently when she heard the sound and erected her posture while gripping her wand tightly in her sweating palms. She scanned the fogged over scene with clouded eyes and stifled a cough that threatened to reveal the two to the stranger.

“Morsmordre,” the figure yelled while pointing his want toward the sky. A trail of white light flew from the tip and hit the sky with an explosion of white; the explosion cleared and there, to Svetlanna’s horror, was the mark of Voldemort and his death eaters.

She couldn’t hold it in any longer, Svetlanna’s lips parted and a loud cough flew from her throat with bitter fury. Her eyes widened and she slapped her hands over her mouth. From beside her, Harry moved a bit forward to block her from the stranger, but before she could protest and shoot a curse at the mysterious death eater voices were heard.

Taking the chance, Harry sprang up, pulling Svetlanna behind him, and raced to the hidden space behind a tent. While peaking over, Svetlanna saw that the stranger was gone. She turned to Harry and looked into his shining green eyes, “Who was that?”

“I…He-“

“Harry! Lanna! There you two are,” A female voice said before both Harry and Svetlanna were ambushed by pale arms and long, bushy brown hair. “We’ve been looking for you all over the place!”

Footsteps were heard behind Hermione and a large group of gingers rushed to check over both Harry and Svetlanna. While Harry was being questioned by Mr. Weasley, Charlie, Bill, and Percy, Svetlanna was being checking over, over and over by George and Ron.

Svetlanna’s heart sped up as George’s long, thin hands touched over her face and neck and his hot breath blew across her face and into her nostrils. “Where’re you hurt?” he kept asking over and over, but when Svetlanna didn’t answer George pushed Ron to the side and turned her to face him completely.

The poor girl almost passed out.

“What’s hurting you?” his voice was hard and more serious than she’d ever heard him.

Svetlanna’s heart started beating faster and she needed to gasp for breath, her vision started going blurry and before she knew it everything was black and her knees were weak.

“Is she alright?” Svetlanna heard as she fought to open her heavy eyes, “she’s been like this ever since last night.”

“She’s fine, Ron,” Mrs. Weasley snapped quietly. It was obvious that everyone in the room was trying to stay as quiet as possible, but couldn’t help but to raise their voice every so often because of high tension.

“She’ll be up in a matter of minutes,” Svetlanna heard the calm, soothing, yet worried voice of her own mother, Mrs.Ballamy, speak just a couple of inches away from her face. She couldn’t help but smile at the warm aura she felt vibrating from the older woman’s body. Then Svetlanna heard a chuckle. “It looks as if my petite lapin is coming back to us at this moment.”

Svetlanna opened her eyes and met the motherly, gently eyes that she had inherited, “Mum, how long have you been here?”

“Last night Molly owled me and said George walked in with you in his arms and not moving,” Mrs.Bellamy explained to her daughter, “I Apperated right from St. Mungo’s the moment I got the owl.”

“Is everyone okay?”

Mrs.Ballamy laughed and put her hand on her daughter’s forehead, “You’ve been unconscious for almost eighteen hours and you’re more worried about everyone else. Quelle étrange sur vous sont…” (What an odd one you are)

The young girl smiled and nodded her head, “I guess I inherit that from papa, oiu?” –she watched her mother nod and her smile widened- “Am I well enough to get out of bed? I still have to go shopping for my school supplies.”

“Yes,” Mrs. Bellamy said, standing up to help her daughter, “vse zhdut ot vas razbuditʹ” (everyone was waiting on you to wake up)

“You two confuse me,” Ron’s voice sounded from the door. His freckled face adorned a relieved smile, “French, Russian, Chinese… I never fully understand what your family talks about with your constant switching.”

Svetlanna giggled and sat up, brushing through her hair with her fingers, “It’s a bad habit, meilleur ami.” (Best friend)

“Is she-“George stopped talking once he walked into the room and made eye contact with Svetlanna. His worried scowl turned up into a grin and he walked over to the small bed that held the small girl. “You should give me a warning next time you decide to fall into my arms.”

Again, Svetlanna’s heart started pounding. George had no idea how he effected her with just his grin, but she wasn’t complaining; Svetlanna was absolutely in love with everything he said, did, and thought. The only way she could calm her feelings were to release them and let the emotions spill out from her heart.

Holding them in was just causing her heart to overreact each time.

“I-I think we should head to Godric’s Hollow,” Svetlanna stumble, looking down into her lap and allowing her hair to fall in front of her face to block the blush that consumed every inch of available skin.

Ron snickered and helped Svetlanna get up from the bed. As the two walked out of the room, Svetlanna felt two pairs of eyes on the back of her head; her mother and George. She quickened her pace next to Ron and walked into the living room with whoever was waiting to go supply shopping with her.

When she reached it, she noticed that both Bill and Charlie were still staying with their family, even after the events of the previous night, and Percy was chattering rather loudly about Mr. Crouch and a 'secret' that he hadn't told anyone but Mr. Weasley (but to everyone it was quiet obvious he wanted to be asked).

“Are you well enough to go,” Hermione asked, walking toward Svetlanna with her usual overly worried expression. After watching Svetlanna nod, she smiled and motioned to everyone waiting, “We’re traveling to Godric’s Hollow by floo powder.”

Ron snickered again, but was silenced by a sharp elbow into his abdomen.

“I guess I won’t be feeling well for long,” Svetlanna huffed walking to the dining room after Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George (who had slipped into the room without saying a word).

It was going to be a long day.