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What made Harry the happiest though, was seeing Susan so ecstatic at the game. She had been talking non-stop about how incredible both team's performances were, and while Harry could appreciate Quidditch, he simply couldn't match her enthusiasm for it. That was fine though, Susan was enthusiastic enough for all of them.
Hermione by contrast was less enthused about the whole thing. She was happily joining in on the festivities around her, but it was quite obvious that she didn't care a thing for the sport. She was here for the surrounding experience, and because it made Susan happy. Harry was glad that the girls he had chosen were willing to do things like that for each other. That they were willing to go outside of their respective comfort zones to make another member of their group feel seen and validated in their hobbies and interests. That made Harry smile.
All parties though, had died out by midnight, and those who remained at the campground started to slowly make their ways to their beds to sleep off the excitement of the day. Susan had fallen asleep in her chair, a sight that was adorable to Harry.
"You kids go ahead and turn in. We'll be leaving decently early in the morning, so you need your sleep." Sirius said, as he checked around the firepit they were using, ensuring no errant embers would set the tent ablaze.
"Probably for the best. Night Sirius, Night Mum." Harry said, as he walked over and picked up Susan. Harry was glad for the physical training he had done for his dueling lessons, with the strength he gained from that, carrying Susan from her chair to her bed was an incredibly simple matter.
Harry laid down in his cot between Hermione and Susan's, and closed his eyes, letting sleep quickly take over his mind.
Harry awoke to a strange smell in the air, and a tightness in his chest he was unsure about. Smoke? Harry shot up, and saw that the air in the tent was indeed filled with smoke. Nymphadora had apparently been brought awake by the sensation as well, and was rolling out of bed herself. Harry shook Susan and Hermione, rousing them both from their slumber.
"Harry? What?" Hermione asked drowsily, not processing what was happening yet.
"Fire, get up we've gotta move." Harry said, as he made sure to grab their wands. Clothes and other items were completely replaceable, the wands weren't really.
That had placed urgency in the pair, and they quickly shot up and grabbed their wands from Harry's hands as they made their escape from their room. Sirius and Andromeda had just exited their bedroom, and were on their way over. "Good you're awake. Come on, quick!" Sirius said, holding the tent flap open for everyone to get out.
"I thought you made sure the campfire wasn't going to set the tent on fire?" Andromeda asked.
"I did." Sirius said, as everyone made their way out of the tent. What greeted them was more smoky air, and the orange glow of flames coming from all around them.
"There's no way this many people's tents caught on fire by accident, not in so many places." Nymphadora said. "Someone's attacking people, but who?"
"Over here! It's the Potter brat who killed the Dark Lord!" Came a voice from down the way, and Harry had only a moment to dodge before some unknown spell shot past his head.
Instinct came over Harry as he pulled out his wand. "Stupefy!" he incanted, his mind barely processing what he was doing as the white ball of energy shot from his wand and into the chest of his attacker. He crumpled at the spell, and Harry regained his senses.
"Death Eaters? Now? Why?" Sirius asked aloud, though certainly not to any of them.
"Oh no. Look, Mum, Sirius, if there are Death Eaters, I have to go help any of the other Aurors deal with this." Nymphadora said.
"I can't stop you, this is your job. Be safe and come home to me okay?" Andy said, kissing her daughter on her head.
"It'll take more than some whack-jobs in masks to take me down." Nym said, hugging her mother before running off.
Harry took a look at the man he had stunned. He was in black robes that concealed the vast majority of his body, leaving only his face exposed. That though, was covered by a silver skull mask Harry hadn't seen before, but it invoked some kind of primal deep-seated fear in him. Like he recognized the mask more instinctively than actually. Harry wondered if perhaps he had seen it, that Halloween night.
Harry shook his head. Less focusing on the past, focus on now. What could he do now? Luna. Luna needed his help. Fleur too maybe. "We should go find Luna and the Weasleys, make sure they get to safety." Harry said, trying to be confident. He couldn't tell if it was working, but it was better than the alternative.
"You're right, we should try and help." Sirius said. "Hate to drag you into this pups, but you're here already. Harry, do you remember how to get to their tent?"
"Yeah, come on. This way." Harry said, as he began moving through the rows of tents, the others following behind.
The devastation these Death Eaters were bringing was wide-spread. Harry thankfully hadn't seen any dead bodies yet, but he wasn't naive enough to believe that no one had been hurt yet. The flames had overtaken too many tents.