Right as my head hit the couch Mr. Weasley shook me awake. "That's not your bed, Elizabeth."
He then turned to Hermione and Genny too. "Girls. Choose a bunk and unpack. Ron, get out of the kitchen we're all hungry."
I went to the girls and they gave me the single bed. Hermione took the bottom bunk and Genny took the top. "Couldn't help but notice Cedric staring at you." Hermione said, winking at me.
"Oh, be quiet." I laughed.
"First Draco, then Harry, and now Cedric! All you need to do know is find yourself a Ravenclaw boy and you will have dated a boy in every house." Genny laughed.
After we were all unpacked we got dressed for the game. I wore a grey crop top, a black leather jacket, black jeans, and a Bulgarian colored scarf.
I checked myself in the mirror. We all headed to the stadium and started going up the stairs. "Blimey Dad, how far up ARE we?" Ron asked.
I saw Draco and his father walking below us and tried to avoid eye contact.
"Well put it this way," Lucius started. I rolled my eyes and prepared for his snobby remark. "If it rains... you'll be the first to know."
I looked down and Draco and I made eye contact. Draco smirked. "Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."
"Good for you," I spat.
"Don't boast Draco. There's no need with these people." Harry started to leave but Lucius stopped him with his cane. I instinctively grabbed Harry's hand. "Do enjoy yourself won't you... While you can."
Once we got to our seats Mr. Weasley smiled. "Come on up, take your seats. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for."
Not long after Fred announced, "It's the Irish!" Five green and white figures flew through the air on their brooms leaving a colored trail behind them. A glittering leprechaun appeared in the sky and started dancing.
Then George said, "Here come the Bulgarians!"
Five red figures went through the leprechaun. The crowd began to chant 'Krum, Krum, Krum'.
Then we heard the Minister of Magic say, "Good evening! 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!"
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When we were back at the tent the boys were messing around, fantasizing about Krum. It was kinda funny. I was laying in my bed, too tired to play.
Instead, I thought about Raziel. She said she wasn't going to see me again. Did that mean she would never come back. Would Sarah, Raven, and I get a new roommate?
Suddenly I heard a boom. "Sounds like the irish have got their pride on."
That noise didn't sound like any celebration. "I don't think that's the Irish, Fred."
Mr. Weasley peeked his head out and then came back to us. "Elizabeth is right. It's not the irish. We've gotta get out of here. Now."
Before I went out of the tent I got my ring that Sirius had given me last year and put it on. I also got the enchanted bag that Hermione had given to me during my first year and brought it over my shoulder.
I went outside and was grateful to see no one had left me. Mr. Weasley grabbed me and brought me closer to the group. He then addressed all of us.
"Get back to the portkey everybody, and stick together. Fred, George... Ginny is your responsibility." He said.
I looked around and instinctively grabbed Harry's hand when I saw some figures in pointed hoods carrying flaming torches. They were walking across the campsite chanting something.
Panic filled the air. People rushed passed each other, completely disregarding the people they knocked over. I felt someone tug on my arm.
"Elizabeth, come on we have to go!" Harry said.
I looked back at the cloaked figures and then nodded. We ran for a while, but I kept tripping over things. Harry did, too. We kept getting back up, though.
I then felt another tug from the hand that held Harry. I turned around and saw Harry lying on the ground unconscious. I went to him and tried to wake him up, but he was out.
I pulled him aside,
so no one would trample over him. I took off my jacket and covered his face to make sure no one would recognize him. For the next 30 to 40 minutes I guarded Harry.
Thankfully, I never had to face the cloaked men. I felt Harry move next to me. I looked at him and saw him get up. "Elizabeth, what are you doing here?"
"You didn't think I would leave you." I said.
"We have to --" Harry stopped talking and looked straight ahead of us. A man stood a few yards away from us. He was looking right at us. I immediately stood up.
"Harry, go to the port key."
I walked towards the man and he walked towards me. I still couldn't see his face. Suddenly, I heard Hermione.
"Elizabeth! Harry!" I turned around and saw Hermione and Ron going towards Harry. When I turned back, the man was gone.
I went to the trio, still spooked about the man. "Been looking for you for ages." Ron said. "Thought we lost you."
"What is THAT?" Harry asked, looking up. I followed his gaze to a large ghostly skull with a snake crawling from it.
From the corner of my eye I saw Harry reach for his scar. I looked back to the thing in the sky. I knew this Mark. It was the Mark that Voldemort assigned himself.
My father, he was coming back wasn't he? And there was nothing I could do about it. Suddenly people came out of no where forming a circle around us. They fired at us with their wands.
I pulled Harry and the gang down with me to the ground. "Stop! That's my son." I heard Mr. Weasley say as he approached us.
"Ron, Harry, Hermione, Elizabeth are you alright?" He asked.
A man came up to us. "Which of you conjured this?" He looked at all of us then his eyes rested on me.
"Ah, Elizabeth Riddle. Should've known. Have you done this?"
"No." I squeaked, too shook up to care about him addressing me by my full name.
"Do not lie! You have been discovered
at the scene of the crime!"
"Crime?" Harry asked.
"Barty, they're just kids." Mr. Weasley said.
"What crime?" Harry asked again.
"Harry.. That's my father's mark."
"Those people tonight, in the masks...
they're his too aren't they? They're
his followers."
"Death Eaters," I mumbled.
"You would know all about that wouldn't you, Riddle?"
Immediately, I lunged at him, but Harry pulled me back into his chest. I couldn't help but calm down. He held my waist to make sure I wouldn't try anything again.
"Elizabeth and I, we saw a man. Before. There." Harry said, pointing towards the place where we last saw him, but still holding me close with his other arm.
"All of you, this way." All of the Wizards who tried to attack us went of into the direction where Harry pointed.
"Harry, who?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"I dunno. We didn't see his face."
