-Chapter 4: Of Mace And Men-
The red-haired boy was looking round at the famous Harry Potter and his friends, as lost in confusion as anyone else, he glanced over his friends to see if they were as panicked as he was, but was quickly dragged by his mother, pulling his sleeve, pulling him out of the commotion.
Cmon Smyte, his mother took her wand out from the inside of her robes as she dragged him through the crowd towards the stairs at the back of the stadium. He tried to wrestle free of the grasp to see what was happening to his friends, but between the panicking wizards bustling around them and the iron-like grip around his sleeve, he could not get a good view of anyone he recognised. There was chaos around him, he tried to take in as much detail as possible, but it was hard to make out any words amongst the rabble, much less any English ones, people were knocking him to one side and back, as his mother charged through the sea of f