"RON HOW DID YOUR FATHER GET THESE SEATS. THEYRE AMAZING."
"Dad got them from work. He's been doing really great at the ministry."
"It's incredible. You can see the whole field from here."
Harry was looking over the edge. If it weren't for the handle bar in front of him he'd surely fall all the way down to the Quidditch field. He was so excited. He hadn't seen more than the walls in his cupboard at home and now he was standing in front of the biggest Quidditch field he had ever seen. So much bigger than a regular football field.
"It's about to start."
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"W-what happened?"
Harry woke up. Everything was burnt down. No one was around except for Ron and Hermione who had went looking for him. It was hard to see, not only from the darkness but from the smoke of all the tents in flames.
"It was the Death Eaters Harry. That's his mark." Hermione pointed upwards
Harry looked over. It was horrifying. It brought chills up his spine. Whatever had happened here it had certainly ruined the trip. Thankfully everyone was okay but Harry was pissed.
Harry's POV
How could have this happened? The security was so high. Why would anyone do this?
Harry had a hard time understanding any of it. He knew Voldemort was trying to come back but it seemed crazy how soon he had already gathered followers.....
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"Draco what happened? What's wrong."
"I NEED TO GO. RIGHT NOW."
"Why what happened?"
Draco wasn't listening to a word Blaise was Saying. He was packing as fast as he could.
"Draco could you stop for a moment?"
"DO YOU SEE THIS?!" Draco said picking up the daily prophet and shoving it in front of Blaise's face.
Blaise read the headlines.
Attack at the World Cup!
"Draco you don't think he would?"
"You know my dad is capable of anything. I need to make sure he's not on his way to Azkaban by now."
"Be careful and send me an Owl as soon as your safe."
Draco nodded and ran off into the darkness of the night.
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"Is everyone okay?" Asked Mr. Weasley, looking deeply concerned.
"We're all alright Dad. How about you take a rest." Suggested Ron.
"I can't. I'm so worried about you guys."
"Hey were all okay. Just a bit spooked that's all. It was a tuff night."
"Oh alright. Please let me know if you guys need anything."
"Of course."
Mr. Weasley went upstairs. They were back at the Burrow. It was very late but no one could sleep. They were still afraid of what just had happened a few hours back.
"How do you think they got it?"
"I have no clue."
"Security was tight. There was no way in hell they could've gotten in."
"Unless they had help from the inside?"
"Who could be stupid enough to do that Ron?"
"We saw Lucius Malfoy there. Maybe he did something to get the death Eaters in."
Harry felt silent. He didn't believe Ron. Lucius wasn't exactly the brightest wizard and even with his help Harry doubted they'd be able to get through security. It wasn't Lucius that made him fall silent but rather the mention of his last name, Malfoy. It brought Harry to think about Draco.
Harry's POV
Where was Draco? Why wasn't he with Lucius?
"Ron do you honestly believe he's smart enough to do any of that?"
"I'm just saying Hermione, it could be a possibility."
"Well it isn't." Snapped Harry.
"Relax Harry. Nothing against your precious boyfriend. It's just his father that's a bit of a prick."
"He's not my boyfriend."
"I know you like him."
"Yeah so?"
"Harry no offense but you might consider staying away from Malfoy. He's nothing but trouble."
Harry went very quiet. He knew part of it was true. His reputation at school, his attitude, all the suspensions, and even his father wasn't any good. But for the other part Harry thought about the Draco he knew. The one who didn't mind sitting and just talking. He thought of the boy who had lost his mother at such a young age and had been torn apart because of it. He thought about who he was. The real him.
"You just don't know him the way I do. Besides what does that have to do with any of this. We almost got killed tonight."
"We were lucky we escaped." Exclaimed Ginny.
"So much for the World Cup." Whined Ron.
SMACK
"OUCH. What the hell Hermione?"
"WE ALMOST GOT KILLED AND YOUR STILL THINKING ABOUT THE WORLS CUP." Screamed Hermione
"It was important to me alright?"
"Your unbelievable Ron Weasley."
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Draco was outside Malfoy manor. His hands were sweating. He looked at the giant doorknob in front of him. He thought about just running back with Blaise but he knew that wasn't an option. He knocked on the door. He waited. Every passing second making him more and even more nervous than the one before. Then finally someone came to the door.
It wasn't his father but rather a house elf. He recognized Draco and immediately let him in.
"Master Draco. What a surprise sir."
"Where's Lucius?"
"He's not home sir. Been gone all night."
That made Draco's stomach turn sick.
"Did he say where he was going?"
"Im afraid not sir."
Draco sighed.
He grabbed his bag and went upstairs to his room. His room was much bigger than Blaise's. It was big enough to fit a medium sized Dragon inside. The bed was untouched. Draco was gone for so long that he forgot how lonely it felt to be home. The mansion wasn't by any means cold but Draco was. His old room felt so cold and lonely. It felt like a punishment to be back but he knew that he had to stay. At least until father was back.
