Cassi humbly asked for permission from the group she was with and began to walk through the bustling encampment. The people moved frantically, conversing, laughing, and celebrating the Quidditch match. She maneuvered through the crowd, seeking Draco as she had promised.
As she walked, she could feel the pulsating energy of the place. The lively music and conversations created a festive and infectious atmosphere. The encampment was filled with tents, marquees, and bonfires.
In the midst of the crowd, Cassi was taken aback when someone pulled her into a secluded corner. Her heart raced, and she tried to release a scream, but a hand closed over her mouth, stifling any sound that might escape.

When her vision adjusted to the dimness of the place, Cassi recognized who had pulled her: it was Narcissa.
Their eyes met, and Cassi could feel a mixture of fear and curiosity.

In such situations, it is customary for people to extend an invitation to converse.

Gasping for breath, Cassi tried to free herself, but Narcissa held her firmly. Silence hung in the air, creating a tense moment as they locked eyes.

"You need to stay quiet, love," Narcissa said, gazing deeply into Cassi's eyes.

Narcissa slowly removed her hand from Cassi's mouth, her fingers lingering around her lips, sending an electric current through her body.

"Listen to me carefully, alright?" she pleaded, and Cassi nodded her head in agreement. But apparently, it wasn't enough, because Narcissa tightened her grip and repeated, "Use your words, dear."

Cassi trembled in every possible way but found her voice. "Yes, I understand," she gasped.
"You need to gather your things, your friends, and leave this place as quickly as possible," Narcissa spoke slowly.

Cassi thought about questioning but saw the stern look in Narcissa's eyes.

"Do not question me! Just obey me as a good girl, am I clear?" the woman asked firmly.

"Yes," Cassi had never felt so confused and nervously bit her lip.

I shouldn't have liked that. But she makes me nervous... Bloody hell, I have a crush on Narcissa Malfoy.

Narcissa stared at her intently, as if she wanted to say something, but then sighed. Cassi noticed a peculiar gleam in Narcissa's eyes, a mixture of concern and desire. There was something more in that gaze, something Cassi couldn't decipher.

"Now go, keep yourself safe. You have a terrible tendency to get into trouble." Cassi was about to protest, but she looked at their current position, pressed against a tree with a beautiful and married woman cornering her. Heavens, she also smelled wonderful, Cassi thought, feeling her legs weaken.

Narcissa, seemingly reading her mind, chuckled softly.

"Darling, now go, go. I'll see you soon." With a lingering kiss on her cheek, the woman disappeared as quickly as she had come.

Leaving Cassiopeia with a series of unanswered questions and a sense of incompleteness in her chest.

She stood frozen for a moment, her eyes fixed on the empty space where Narcissa had been just seconds before. Still able to feel the soft touch of Narcissa's lips on her cheek.

Her hands trembled slightly as she slowly withdrew her hand from her cheek, as if awakening from a trance.

"Focus, Cassiopeia," she said to herself and hurriedly returned to the tent when she saw a flash of green light in the distance.

She ran faster with her heart racing until she reached the tent.

The singing ceased for a moment, and shouts and the sound of people running replaced it.

Entering the tent out of breath, Cassi shouted, "We don't have time! Harry, Ron, grab a jacket and get out quickly!" Cassi spoke urgently, rushing to her bag and quickly retrieving it.

Thank Merlin she was an organized person and had everything packed.

Harry obeyed and rushed out of the tent, with Ron and the Weasleys close behind.

In the dim light of the few remaining campfires, Cassi saw people running towards the forest, fleeing from something advancing towards the camp, something emitting strange flashes and noises resembling gunshots. Loud jeers, laughter, and drunken shouts drew nearer, followed by a powerful explosion of green light that illuminated the scene.

A compact group of wizards, moving in unison and pointing their wands upwards, marched through the camp.

Cassi could see them clearly with her fox eyes. They didn't seem to have faces... then she realized they had hooded heads and faces covered with masks similar to one her mother owned.

Hovering above them in the air, four figures writhed, forced to assume grotesque forms. It was as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers and the people in the air were marionettes controlled by invisible strings connected to the raised wands. Two of the figures were very small.

More wizards gathered with the marching group, laughing and pointing at the bodies in the air. Tents closed and collapsed as the crowd thickened.

Once or twice, Cassi saw a wizard blast a tent with their wand to clear the way. Many caught fire. The clamor grew louder.

The people in the air were suddenly illuminated as they passed over a burning tent, and Cassi recognized one of them.

Mr. Roberts, the camp manager.
The other three, it seemed, must be his wife and children. One of the terrorists turned Mrs. Roberts upside down with their wand, and her nightgown fell, revealing her legs. She tried to cover herself while the crowd below squealed and cheered with joy.

"How sickening," Ron murmured in horror, watching the youngest of the Muggle children spinning like a top, nearly twenty meters above the ground, their head swaying loosely from side to side.

"How truly sickening..."

Hermione and Ginny came running towards the three, wearing coats over their nightgowns, closely followed by Mr. Weasley. At the same time, Bill, Charlie, and Percy emerged from the boys' tent fully dressed, with rolled-up sleeves and wands in hand.

"Let's help the aurors!" Mr. Weasley shouted to be heard over the noise, rolling up his own sleeves.

"You go into the forest and stay together. I'll Apparate you out of here when we've sorted this problem!" Bill and Percy were already running towards the approaching troublemakers, and Mr. Weasley quickly followed his sons. Ministry wizards converged from all directions towards the focal point of the problem.

Cassi wanted to help, but then she remembered Narcissa. It clicked, that's what Narcissa was trying to warn her about.

"Go," Fred said, grabbing Ginny's hand and starting to pull her towards the forest.

Cassi, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George followed them. They all looked back once they reached the trees.

The protesters under the Roberts family were more numerous than the Ministry wizards trying to reach the hooded wizards in the center, but they were having great difficulty. Apparently, they were afraid to cast a spell that might make the Roberts family plummet.

The colorful lanterns that had illuminated the path to the stadium had been extinguished. Dark figures wandered among the trees; children cried, and anxious screams and panicked voices echoed throughout the chilly night air.

Cassi felt overwhelmed by all the stimuli and people moving around. They heard Ron cry out in pain.

"What happened?" Hermione asked anxiously, stopping so abruptly that Cassi stumbled forward since she was holding her hand.

"Ron, where are you?" Oh, what a foolish question... "Hermione went to raise her wand to cast a Lumos spell, and Cassi went to Ron, helping him up.

Hermione illuminated her wand and directed the narrow beam of light onto the path.
Ron was sprawled on the ground, only now accepting Cassiopeia's outstretched hand to help himself up.

"I tripped over a tree root," he said irritably.

"Well, with feet that big, it's hard not to trip," a drawling voice came from behind them.
Cassi turned as quickly as a snap with her wand raised.

"Whoa, calm down, Cassie," Draco said with his hands raised.

Ron and Hermione turned quickly.
Draco was standing alone nearby, leaning against a tree, in a completely relaxed pose.
Arms crossed, he seemed to have been observing the scene in the camp through a gap between the trees.

"Fuck you, Malfoy!" Ron growled.

"Watch your foul language, Weasley," he said mockingly, his clear eyes gleaming.

"Isn't it better if you hurry now? Don't you want them to discover your friend?"
He nodded his head towards Hermione, and at that moment, an explosion like a bomb went off in the camp, and a green flash briefly illuminated the surrounding trees.

"What do you mean by that?" Hermione asked challengingly.

"Mione, they're hunting Muggles, and as much as you're a witch, to these people, Muggle-borns are just the same as not being a real witch." Cassi said, catching her breath and lowering her wand but remaining alert.

"Do you want to show your knickers in the air? Because if you do, stay right here... they're coming in this direction," Draco said somberly. "Listen to my little cousin and run, damn it," he said again, this time exasperated.

"Wait," Cassi gasped, looking around. "Where's Harry!?"

"He was right behind me," Hermione shouted in panic.

"You go," Cassi took the bag off her back and handed it to Hermione. "I'll go look for Harry."

"No!" Draco and Hermione said at the same time.

"You can't go! It's too dangerous," Hermione tried to object, holding Cassi's wrist.

"Hermione, it's even more dangerous for you. I want you to get out of here now." Cassi said softly, trying to pull her wrist away, but realizing that her friend wouldn't let go.

"Fine," Cassi sighed and transformed into her Animagus form, quickly running back to the camp.

"Sly snake!" Hermione cried tearfully.

"Damn it, my mother is going to kill me!" Draco cried.

Cassi moved swiftly, slinking through the shadows and the desperate screams echoing around her. Concern for Harry propelled her forward, her heart tight as she sniffed the air, trying to track her friend amidst the chaos. Every passing second heightened her anxiety, fearing what could have happened to him.
Finally, her heightened senses led her to an isolated area of the camp. There, the deserted scene indicated that most campers had already fled in search of safety. Cassi's heart sank at the thought of what Harry might have faced and the possibility of him being injured.

Her eyes found Harry lying on the ground, and she ran to him, quickly reverting her Animagus transformation. Kneeling by his side, she checked for injuries, her face expressing concern and relief as she found no apparent serious wounds.

As Harry began to regain consciousness, still a bit disoriented, the sound of approaching footsteps caught their attention. Knowing they needed to hide to avoid any further threat, Cassi helped Harry up, guiding him.
A shadowy figure hidden in the dimness raised their wand to the sky, which quickly darkened with a sinister symbol of a skull and a snake emerging from its mouth.

"The Dark Mark," Cassi whispered.

"What is that?" Harry asked, confused.

"It's his mark, Harry, Voldemort's mark," Cassiopeia explained.

Both of them heard the exasperated voices of Hermione and Ron in the background.

"Cassi! Harry!" Hermione sounded deeply relieved and started hitting Cassiopeia.

"Don't ever scare me like that again! Never again!" Cassi held her friend's wrists.

"I'm fine, and Harry is too, that's what matters," Cassi whispered as she hugged Hermione to comfort her.

Suddenly, the serenity was abruptly interrupted by flashes of bright lights being hurled towards the group. The sound of the Stunning Spell echoed around them.
Cassi pulled them to the ground to dodge the spells when Mr. Weasley, looking very agitated, appeared.

"Stop!" He shouted. "That's my son, you idiots!" The man seemed indignant.

"Ron, Harry, Cassi, Hermione, are you all right?" Mr. Weasley asked, concerned.

"Cassi came back for Harry, and we came back for both of them," Ron explained.

"Who cast it??" A man with a terrible mustache asked, panting.

"Crouch! You can't-" Mr. Weasley began, but was interrupted.

"Who did it? You were caught at the crime scene," the man continued insistently, and Cassi decided that intelligence was something the man clearly lacked.

"Obviously, it wasn't us. Now get that fucking wand out of my face," Cassiopeia said so coldly that even Snape would applaud.

"Barty, they're just children," Mr. Weasley argued, and the reluctant man finally lowered his wand.

"Those people, in masks, were his followers?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Death Eaters," Mr. Weasley explained.

"Follow me," the now-named stupid man called.

"There was a man before," Harry went after him.

"He went that way," Cassi pointed to the left. "He conjured the mark in the sky."

"Everyone, this way!" the man called, and the other Aurors followed.

"A man? Who?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"I don't know," Harry said.