don't let me down - harry potter x oc

the fire at the world cup

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The night air is warm and crisp with the slightest cool breeze. The lights of the stadium ignite the sky of stars and there isn't a stray cloud in sight. Everything has a clear sense of calm, almost too calm. Nonetheless, there is excitement bubbling through every witch and wizard tonight. It's the night of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup.

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and the large litter of the Weasley family all climb up the metallic stairs of the stadium, higher and higher until the wind is breezing through their hair wildly. 

"There's the Peruvian Minister for Tourism, and that man there is the African Head of Magical Games and Sports. Oh lord, there's Ali Bashir. He's been trying to import flying carpets for years. I keep telling him they'll never replace brooms, but he sees a niche market for a family vehicle--" Arthur Weasley babbled on about his colleagues before his youngest son, Ron, interrupted him.

"Blimey, Dad!" The ginger boy exclaimed. "How far up are we?"

"Well put it this way, if it rains, you'll be the first to know," A cold and dark voice from below them said, the group turning around to be met with Lucius Malfoy and the Malfoy twins--Draco and Andromeda. The three blonde haired wizards were dressed in black from head to toe, the boy wearing an all black suit and the girl with a black skin-tight cloak. Draco snickered at his fathers snide remark meanwhile Andromeda simply sighed and rolled her eyes boredly. She wanted to get to their seats already, not wanting to miss a single minute of the Cup. The group above only glared. Harry made eye contact with his two classmates.

"We're in the Minister's Box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself," Draco bragged proudly as him and his sister followed their father down the walkway.

Lucius stopped abruptly and jabbed the top of his staff into the abdomen of his son. "Don't boast, Draco. There's no need for these people." Andromeda opened her mouth to say something to her father, but quickly decided against it. She didn't want to ruin her night.

As Harry and the group made way to continue their journey up to the top rows of the stadium, Lucius reached up and put the snake-head at the top of his staff on the metal railing above him, nearly nicking Harry's hand. The man sneered lowly with a smile, "Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can."

They watched as the sea of red hair and the two brunettes above rushed up the stairs away from the drama of the Malfoys. Lucius strode across the walkway and toward the Minister's Box hurriedly, the now silent Draco and his twin following close behind. "What was that, Father?" Andromeda asked, a note of worry in her voice.

"Nothing that concerns you," He rebutted instantly as he and his children made way to greet the Minister of Magic.

Meanwhile, stories above them, Harry turned to his two friends, "What was that about?" 

"With the Malfoys? Who knows, but did you see Andromeda? She looked...different," Ron chuckled, before Hermione slapped him back-handedly on the shoulder.

"Stop that, Ronald. Don't say that about a girl, and not Andromeda Malfoy for that matter," The bushy brunette scolded and the three all turned their attention to the game before them. A band of players dressed in green and gold rushed over their heads with green smoke trailing after them. 

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Back at the grand tent on the campsite, the teens were restless from the energy of the match. The Weasley twins trot around with Irish flags draped over their backs, singing the pride song in honor of the Irish's win while the girls giggle over the boys' antics. 

"There's no one like Krum!" Ron bursts aloud and stands up.

"Krum?" His twin brothers shout back in unison.

"He's more than an athlete," Fred throws the flag over Ron, covering his face. "He's an artist."

"I think you're in love, Ron," Ginny coos at his brother's admiration for the seeker.

"Shut up," The youngest boy grumbles, but the rest of them are already singing.

"Victor, I love you," sings Fred.

"Victor, I do!" sings George.

"When we're apart my hearty beats only for you!" They all chant together before bursting into laughter. Outside, screams and yells can be heard from all around.

"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on," Fred mentions before going back to teasing his younger brother.

"Stop!" Their father shouts as he rushes inside."It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here now!"

When the group emerges from the tent, the sky is clouded with smoke and orange from the bright flames in the distance. People in masks are marching side by side through the rows of tents, throwing curses at anyone nearby. Innocent people screech in terror as they flee for their lives.

"Harry!" Hermione shouts at the boy as he runs after her through the fires and to the portkey. The people in masks chant an inaudible incantation as the ignite the tents around them. People are pushing and shoving to get out of the campsite, eventually shoving the brunette boy to the ground harshly and breaking him from is group of friends. 

Nearby, Andromeda and Draco Malfoy are rushing out of the way of people screaming in horror of the sight before them. "Come on Draco! We have to go!"

"But what about Father, Annie?" He yells back as his sister forcefully drags him by his arm. "Where is he?" The two twins look over to see a group of death eaters chanting as they march in an organized group.

"I think I have an idea," She whispered almost silently and dragged Draco away from their tent, unknowingly running right by Harry Potter, passed out on the soil. 

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transmission from jupiter!

prologue is done!!!!! ik this chapter is #boring but it sets the tone for the story and it has to be here ughhhhhhh these more to come soon!

peace and love!!!!

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