War Zone?

"Blimey, dad." Ron looked over the railing. "How far up are we?"

"Well, put it this way." A man approached and I realized it was Mr. Malfoy as Draco walked up with him. "If it rains... you'll be the first to know."

(Put it this way. Im scared to look over so I am not looking down.)

Draco smiled at his fathers comment. "Father and I are in the ministers box.." They walked down the path alongside us but one level down. ".. by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."

Lucius stopped and pushed his cane to Draco's abdomen to stop him. My eyes burned with fury with his use of the cane against Draco.

"Don't boast, Draco." He looked up at us. "There is no need with these people."

Harry turned away to leave, Lucius lifted his cane and caught Harry's shoe. "Do enjoy yourself."

I moved forward and kicked the cane off. "We were having a splendid time before you showed up."

Lucius smiled. "Miss Kimberly, nice to see you again. But I guess you don't remember our past meeting, do you?" Lucius eyed my face, examining my features.

I smiled. "Only in my nightmares, Lucius." Mione pulled on my arm.

Lucius sneered. "You haven't changed much, have you. At least not verbally."

(Creep.)I chuckled. "Not at all. I like who I am especially around entitled savage like you."

"Why you little-."

"What?" I smiled. "Little bitch? Vermin? Git? Wench?" Lucius and Draco's eyes widened. "Little what, Lucius? Give me your best shot. I want to see if you have any bark when all you use is your bite."

Lucius pointed his cane. "Mark my words-."

I turned around. "Come on." I told Mione as we walked up the stairs to the next level.

"What was that for?" Mione followed me. "Must you always verbally attack him?"

I shrugged. "He's annoying and I don't back down. Plus, he was checking me out, it was gross."

The ceremonies begin. Balloons fly and fireworks go off. "Come on up, take your seats. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for." Arthur told us.

"Come on!" George yelled.

Five green and white figures flew through the air on their brooms leaving a colored trail behind them.

"It's the Irish!" Fred yelled.

A smile was brought to my face as a glittering leprechaun appears in the sky and started dancing. My nerves about the height leaving as well as I watched everything that was happening.

"Here come the Bulgarians!"

Five red figures this time, one of them performs a stunt on his broom. One of them appears on the large screen. The crowd begins to chant 'Krum, Krum, Krum', Viktor Krum waves to the crowd.

"Good evening!" A man announced, the voice sounding like Fudges. "It gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!" A white light flew into the arena signaling the start. -------

I sat on a couch after the game, watching the Quidditch mania flutter around the room with a smile. The twins dancing around like Leprechauns and making singing 'do' sounds to a melody line.

"There's no one like Krum." Ron said with a huge smile. "He's like a bird the way he rides the wind." The twins started to make flapping bird wings, circling Ron, with the Ireland flag on their backs. "He's more than an athlete, he's an artist."

The twins are bumbling about in a comical way muttering 'KRUMMMM'.

"Think you're in love Ron?" Ginny said in a hypnotic voice.

The twins sang. ""Viktor I love you! Viktor do!" Harry joins in, I stood up and walked to the doorway as I heard screams of fear. "When we're apart my heart beats only for youuu!"

"Sounds like the irish have got their pride on."

Arthur rushed in and stopped me from walking outside. "Stop! Stop it." He walked to his sons. "It's not the irish. We've gotta get out of here. Now."

We walked out to see fire spreading. Figures in pointed hoods carrying flaming torches were walking across the campsite where the crowd is paniced and rushing all over.

"Oh, my god." I watched as the scene went down.

"Get back to the portkey everybody, and stick together." Mr. Weasley ordered. "Fred, George... Ginny is your responsibility."

"Come on!" Mione pulled me along, then turned to a standing still Harry. "Harry!" He turned and ran along with us.

At some point we lost Harry and was swept away in the crowds. "Hermione." Ron found us. "Come on." He pulled us towards the end of the maze of tents.

"What about Harry?" Mione asked.

Ron stopped and looked around. "We can't find him in here. He knows to meet us at the portkey." He began pulling again.

Like a train; Ron pulled Mione, Mione pulled me even though I didn't need to be pulled, and I looked angrily at the horrific sight.

"Who are they?" I turned to Hermione.

"Death Eaters." We slowed down as we got far enough. "They work for you-know-who."

-------The crowds have all gone. Harry is still missing. All of us are searching for him and some of us believe he was taken. Apparently Harry can never stay out of trouble.

I walked deeper into the foggy field with tent sticks popping up everywhere without there tarp that burnt. "Why would they do this?" I mumbled.

I slowed down and crouched as a man walked through the rubble kicking at things, he stopped and took out his wand, pointing it at the sky and said an incantation, a green flair flew high.

A bright flash and a large ghostly skull forms in the sky with a snake crawling from it. "What the hell?" I whispered.

The man grins evilly, clearly demented, his eyes shine with the green from the illusion he cast that also shadowed the outlines of his face.

(Mania, something is... I dont know.)

The familiar voices of Ron and Hermione calling Harry's name signals the man that he isn't alone. He put away his wand then turned and ran away.

I turned to the voices and walked to them, my friends were surrounded by people pointing wands.

"Stop! That's my son." Arthur yelled and ran to Harry, Ron, and Mione. "Ron, Harry, Hermione are you alright?"

A man with a mustache walked up to them. "Which of you conjured this?"

"You can't possibly.."

"Do not lie!" Mustache yelled nervously, pointing his wand. "You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!"

"Crime?" Harry looked at them for answers.

I walked up, the mustache man pointed his wand at me. "You." My brow raised.

Arthur stepped between slightly. "Barty, they're just kids."

Harry's brows furrowed. "What crime?"

"Harry it's his mark." Mione informed.

"Those people tonight, in the masks..." Hary looked at Mione. "They're his too aren't they? they're his followers." Mione nodded.

I walked closer. "There was a man." I said, they all turned to me. "He cast the spell then went that way when he heard voices." I pointed in the direction.

The mustache man looked where I was pointing. "All of you, this way." He started to leave with his other people.

"Do you know who?" Mr. Weasley asked.

I shook my head. "I couldn't see his face clearly but what I did see I didn't recognize."

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