There Must Be Some Mistake! Harry Potter!

Ch. 25 Quiditch World Cup

I might be skinny but I am not fit. I puff walking up the stairs. "How much further do we have to go?" I say. "Not much" Lucius says in his stern voice. Sometimes he could say something that is completely normal and make it sound terrifying. Now not that Lucius ever says anything nice but still.

We keep walking until I hear some familiar voices speaking. "How high up are we?" I hear the voice of Ron Weasley say. Before anyone can answer Lucius speaks out with "Lets put it this way if it rains you'll be the first to know". "Father, Charlotte and I are in the Ministers box, by personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself" Draco shouts up to Harry. They've always had a rivalry. Lucius turns around and hits him with the end of his walking stick right in the stomach. "Don't boast Draco" He says before continuing on with "There's no need with these people". Harry grabs Hermione by the shoulders and turns her around before Lucius reaches up with his walking stick which catches on Harry's jacket. "Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can." He says to Harry. With a slight smirk he realeses the walking stick. We then walk a little further before taking our seats. There's people everywhere. Thousands and thousands of witches and wizards all here to watch a game between Ireland and Bulgaria. I'm rooting for Ireland.

Waiting for the game is extremely boring. Apparently there are these people called Veelas. I don't exactly know what they do but they are supposedly the most beautiful people in the world. I haven't said anything to Draco who seems to be looking the other way. "Do you know when it's starting?" I ask picking at my nails. Draco turns and says "At...". I'm concerned why he trailed off at the end and looks like he just saw the devil.

"What? What's Wrong?" I ask. "Your...your...your hair." He stutters. "What about my hair?" I mutter. "Its blonde" He says pointing at it. In disbelief I pull down a section of it. Right there in front of my eyes I saw not my dark brown hair but bright blonde hair. I let out a small screech. Lucius grabs my shoulder and spins me around to face him. He looks me up and down for a second taking a piece of my hair in between his fingers. "Thats were she gets the looks from" Lucius says dropping the piece of hair. "She's part Veela" A man who I don't even know says.

Draco keeps staring at me. "Okay, I get it blonde doesn't suit me" I say sighing. "No it's not that. It's that it just makes you look so different" Draco says as suddenly a group of people in green fly past us. The Irish. They look like they play for Slytherin. They fly around for a while with fireworks exploding every where. Then it was the Bulgarians and the precious Viktor Krum. He plays as a seeker.

Much to Draco's disappointment the Irish won. That's 5 galleons for me anyways. I knew The Bulgarians would lose. My hair still hasnt gone back to normal. According to some random woman I need to give it a few hours before it goes back to brown. After the game it took a whole lot of pleading even begging to go visit the Weasley's. Eventually Lucius gave in and told me to be back in an hour.

As I walked into the Weasley's tent Ginny ran over to me. "What happened with your hair?" She asks. "Theres so much I wish I could tell you." I say. I look over at Fred and George who seem to be attempting an Irish jig. Everyone in the tent turns and looks at me "Your Hair?" Arthur says being the only one to speak out. "Well turns out I'm part veela" I say. George and Fred go back to there attempt at dancing as I sit down with Ginny. Ron, George and Fred seem to be having a disagreement with each other.

Fred and George rooted for the Irish but Ron however decided to go for Bulgaria. They're talking about Viktor Krum. "He's not athlete he's an artist" Ron says. Ginny stands up and walks up to him "I think your in love Ron" she says smiling. The twins then spring forwards singing "Viktor I love you,Viktor I do". We then all join in for "When we're apart my heart beats only for you". It's nice to see everyone after being with the Malfoy's for so long. A huge band erupts as well as screaming from outside. Arthur blows out the match he was holding and steps outside.

"Hah sounds like the Irish have got there pride on" One of twins says. Arthur suddenly rushes back in and says it isn't the Irish. Seconds later we all stumble out of the tent. Fire, bangs, crashes, screaming. People running past us. I think most of us are paralyzed with the fear. "Run" I hear people shout "It's the deatheaters" Others shout. Deatheater is what shocks me back into reality. "George you take Ginny. Fred you take Charlotte. Get to the port key and stay together" Arthur shouts pushing us off. I run next to Fred as I feel the fire fast approaching.
I stop to look back before Fred grabs my arm and pulls me along with him "Come on Blondie" he says. Merlin, even in a time like this he's still cracking jokes. I stop again almost about to keel over and die probably. I''ll say it again I'm not at all fit. Fred turns back and runs back to me. He puts his hand on my shoulder and says "Are you alright?" I nod hunched over. "Here" he says crouching down in front of me. He offers me a piggyback. I hop onto his back as he starts to run. I look back on the devastation behind me. Tents burning people laying hopefully not dead on the ground. People in hoods who I can only assume are deatheaters. I think about what Draco will think. Will they think I'm dead? Will they think I'm at the burrow with the Weasley's? With the deatheaters fast approaching I wouldn't be surprised if I died.

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