"Blimey, Dad!" said Ron in amazement as they continued to make their way up the many flights of stairs. "How far up are we?!"
Mr. Weasley was about to respond, only to be interrupted by an all-too-familiar voice, causing Sera's skin to prickle uncomfortably.
"We'll put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first to know," said Lucius Malfoy.
Sera's eyes narrowed. She could feel Dante tensing before going to hide behind her. Dante and Lucius Malfoy usually had a bad rep with each other. They didn't even try to hide it. Sera had a feeling that something must have happened between the two of them.
"Father and I are up in the Minister's Box," Draco Malfoy gloated, grinning proudly. "By personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge, himself!"
Mr. Malfoy smacked his walking stick across Malfoy's stomach.
"Don't boast, Draco. There's no need with these people."
Through her peripheral vision, Sera could see Dante glancing down, his face heating up with embarrassment. She could see the tears forming in his eyes. She glared at the man in front of her. She despised the man in front of them for making Dante uncomfortable. She gently grabbed his shoulder and began to walk him away from the evil duo in front of them. But they were halted when Malfoy's walking stick landed on Sera's heel. She gasped and turned around.
"Do enjoy yourselves, won't you? While you can."
He smiled tightly before releasing his stick of her heel. Sera's mind began to whirr, wondering what Lucius Malfoy had meant. But her mind was heavily distracted when they had reached the top seats just as the Quidditch teams — Bulgaria vs Ireland — came out.
"Who's that?!" Hermione asked over the roaring cheers that came from the crowds.
"That, Sis, is the best Seeker in the world: Krum!" Fred cheered.
"Good evening! As Minister For Magic, it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and everyone of you, to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup! Let the match begin!"
***
Later that night, once the game had ended and they were back their tent, Ron began a rather wildly entertaining argument with Fred and George about if Krum or the Irish Seeker was better.
"There's no one like Krum!" Ron declared.
"Krum?" said Fred in disgust.
"Dumb Krum," George added.
"Dumb! Krum! Dumb! Krum!" the twins chanted as they used their Irish flags as bird wings, flapping their arms wildly.
"He's more than just an athlete!" Ron insisted as Fred shoved an Irish flag over his brother's head. Ron yanked it off and added in an admiring, loving voice, "He's an artist."
"I think that you're in love, Ron," Ginny teased, causing Sera to snicker loudly.
"Shut up, Ginny," Ron snapped.
"Viktor, I love you —" Fred sang dramatically.
"Viktor, I do!" George added.
The duo made sure that everyone else was singing before they all added, "When we're apart, my heart beats wildly for you!"
"Looks like the Irish have got their pride on," said Fred.
Ron launched a pillow at Fred's head, causing Sera to laugh. She was about to join in, only to be stopped by Mr. Weasley, who had grabbed Dante's elbow.
"It's not the Irish," he declared, bursting Fred's bubble. "We've got to get out of here — now!"
They grabbed their things and sprinted out of their tent, watching the surroundings. Everyone ran in all direction. Fire spewed from left and right.
"GET OUT, IT'S THE DEATH EATERS!" someone randomly roared.
"Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility! Sera, your brother and Dante are your responsibilities, too! Go — now!"
They began to run. Sera lost her brother in the crowd. Once they reached the hill where they had left their Portkey, Sera began to panic. She looked a wild mess — her hair unkempt and her face hot, sticky, and sweaty from the fire the terrorists were shooting.
"Mr. Weasley is going to kill me when he finds out that I have lost my brother!" said Sera shrilly once they got to safety.
Her face went pale. It would be her own fault if her brother either got kidnapped, or worse, dead. Luckily, Dante was there and he held Sera in a comforting embrace. She hugged tightly onto him, feeling comfort in him at once.
"Don't worry, Sera. Once the commotion dies down and the men are gone, we'll go and find him."
"But what if we don't?" Sera asked in a quiet voice.
"We will, trust me. We won't let anything happen to your brother."
After what felt like forever, they went back to the campground to find Sera's brother. They each called his name multiple times until they found her brother standing up, hiding from something.
"We've been looking for you for ages," said Ron. "We thought that Sera was going to throw a fit! We thought we lost you, mate."
They turned to see a green, luminescent skull that had a snake forming a figure-eight in front of it.
"What is that?!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry clapped a hand to his scar, with Sera following suit afterwards. She saw someone coming from the tent's ruins. she finally pulled her friends down, immediately shielding her brother and Dante.
"Stop!" the voice of Mr. Weasley roared. "That's my sons and daughter! Ron! Harry, Hermione, Sera, Dante! Are you alright?"
"We're fine," Sera gasped.
"Which one of you conjured it?!" an unfamiliar man who had an accent, demanded. He aimed his wand at each of the teens.
"Crouch! You can't possibly —"
The man, Mr. Crouch, ignored him.
"It is a lie! Five of you have been discovered at the scene of a crime!"
Sera and Harry were bewildered. What crime had she committed? The only crime she'd ever committed was accidentally killing Professor Quirrell in her first year at Hogwarts, stealing Mr. Weasley's car (still no regrets cuz how else were she and Ron going to get to Hogwarts?), and setting a Hippogriff who had been set for treason, free.
"Crime?" her brother echoed. "What crime are you talking about?"
"It's the Dark Mark, Harry," Hermione hissed. "That's his Mark!"
"What? You mean — Voldemort?" Seran nodded. "Those people tonight in the masks. They were his, too, weren't they? His followers?"
"Yeah. Death Eaters," Mr. Weasley answered bitterly.
"All of you — this way!" said Mr. Crouch to his buddies.
"Wait! There was a man before — there!"
Harry pointed in the direction he had seen someone. Mr. Crouch told his followers to hurry in the direction he saw the man.
"A man, Harry?" Sera asked anxiously as she pulled her jacket closer to her body. "Who?"
He turned to face them. "I dunno," he admitted guiltily. "I didn't get a good look at his face."
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