A Black And A Weasley.

Part 18

We soon split up with Cedric and Amos do go to our tents. Once we got there we all got settled in. The game wasn't until later that night so we had time to kill. I was sat around doing some Transfiguration work that George packed for me. He knows me so well. Time ticked on and as the match got closer Fred and George got more and more fidgety. " Fred, George do you want me to paint your faces?" I got an instant response from both of them at the same time:

" Yes!" The twins and I were supporting the Irish whereas Ron was a strong supporter of the Bulgarians. I swear he's in love with Viktor Krum. George didn't want to go too over the top so he just had a green and white stripe on each of his cheeks, Fred decided to go all out and had a massive shamrock painted on his face and I just had a small shamrock on my cheeks. I also decided to change my hair colour to half white and half green. We met up with Cedric and Amos again before going into the stadium. George kept me close, making sure I didn't get lost, by holding my hand. Our fingers were interlinked. We were climbing up the stairs to find our seats when Ron complained:

" Blimey Dad, how far up are we?" However he got a reply from the wrong person.

" Well put it this way, if it rains you'll be the first to know." The snake-like voice of Lucius Malfoy came from below us. He was stood a level below with Draco.

" Father and I are in the Minister's Box, by personal request of Cornelius Fudge himself!" Draco gloated.

" Don't boast Draco!" Lucius scolded, " there's no need for these people." We then began to walk away but Lucius held Harry back with his walking cane. " Do enjoy yourself, wont you. While you can." That's it. I'd had enough. I knocked Lucius' cane off Harry and moved in front of him.

" Leave him alone." I said through gritted teeth.

" Come along now Shauna. You are my niece after all. I would be more than happy to take you in. How many times have I given you the chance. Wouldn't your real pureblood  family be a lot better than that mutt of a godfather, your blood traitor father and these poor blood traitors?" Everyone around me, including myself, was now clearly furious. George was tensing up but before he could do anything I snapped.

" First of all my godfather is not a mutt! He is a great man and was and is a brilliant father figure to me! Secondly, my father stood up for what he believed from a young age in a family that could have easily killed him for his views! They are both better men than you could ever hope to be! Lastly, the Weasleys are the best people I have ever met! They are accepting and loving to anyone who needs and deserves their help! You can only wish to be as good as anyone of them! Family doesn't end in blood Malfoy! Enjoy the game." I said bitterly, storming off after. Everyone cheered me as I walked off, dragging George behind me.

By the time we reached our seats everyone was in high spirits again, ready for the match to start. " It's the Irish!" Fred called as the Irish Quidditch team flew over our heads. They called out the names of the players as they spotted them.

" IRELAND! IRELAND! IRELAND!" People began to chant. The giant leprechaun in the sky was doing its little jig. The atmosphere was perfect. Suddenly a burst of red plunged straight through the leprechaun.

" It's the Bulgarians!" George shouted.

" Who's that?" Ginny asked as Krum flew around.

" That sis is the best Seeker in the world!" George told her. Ron started going starry-eyed watching Krum fly.

" He is definitely in love with Krum!" I told Fred, George and Cedric, who were standing by me.

" Well who wouldn't love a Seeker? Ay Harry?" Cedric called making Harry laugh.

" Nah, I prefer my Beaters thanks!" I said kissing George's cheek. After he moved his face to give me a proper kiss. Ginny moved and called over to me:

" Yeah but nothing beats a good Chaser!" We high fived. Ginny would make a great Gryffindor Chaser one day. She could even play for the Holyhead Harpies!

" KRUM!" We all shouted in unison. Then the sound of Cornelius Fudge filled the arena. Then soon enough the match began.

Ireland won the Quidditch World Cup! We were back in our tent celebrating when Mr Weasley pulled me over. " I want to thank you Shauna for what you said to Lucius today. To thank you for defending my family. I can't express how much I appreciate it." Mr Weasley told me.

" There is no need to thank me Mr Weasley. I love you all dearly and it was the right thing to do. I know you would all do the same for me. Anyway, at least this way I can prove there is some good in the Black family." I chuckled.

" Don't denounce yourself to just a name Shauna. You are much more than that. Still it takes a lot of bravery to stand up for people, that's definitely the Gryffindor in you." There was a loud bang from outside so Mr Weasley went out to see what it was. I walked back over to the twins to see them singing to Ron about his love for Viktor Krum. We were having a good laugh until Mr Weasley came back into the tent.

" The Irish have got their pride on!" Fred remarked.

" Stop! Stop it! It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here. Now." We all rushed out of the tent to see people running around in terror. " Go and find Charlie, Bill and Percy everyone. And stick together! Fred, George. Ginny is your responsibility! Go!" We all made a break for it together. George grabbed a hold of my hand and said:

" Don't let go! Hang on for dear life! If anything happens to you I wouldn't be able to forgive myself! I love you too much to let you go!" He quickly pulled me in for a quick but passionate kiss. We kept running through the busy mess of screaming people trying to get away. Large, orange flames danced as tent after tent was ignited. Soon, we reached Charlie, Bill and Percy's tent. We looked around us and took in all the destruction. That's when I realised we were missing three people.

" Where did Ron, Hermione and Harry go!" I asked in worry.

" They can't have gone far. There aren't any people around now so they can't be in much danger, just relax. You hair is completely jet black." George said in a calming voice holding me close to him.

" What's black mean?" Charlie asked.

" Fear," I said simply.

" Well so's your locket, that means Georgie must be scared too." Fred said in a mocking voice.

" I'm not ashamed to admit I was scared of loosing a specific person." George mumbled keeping eye contact with me, making me blush. I just hope the next year of school will be less hectic than this one day...