𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

seventeen || Year 4 ✔️

The hillside onto a large stadium which seems to have a huge number of floors. Mr. Weasley got the tallest seats, the view was breathtaking.

The Weasleys, Hermione, Harry & Amelia are finding their seats. "Blimey Dad, how far up are we?" asked Ron.

A reply came from below them, Amelia noticed the faces and she instantly went pale at the woman with platinum blonde hair.

"Well put it this way, if it rains...you'll be the first to know." said the horrible voice of Lucius Malfoy.

"My Father, my Aunt and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." boasts Draco Malfoy.              

"Don't boast, Draco dear. There's no need with these people." said Dalia Dale. "Do enjoy yourself won't you. While you can." Her eyes shifted to Amelia. Lucius nods.

"Ah, Amelia." She smirked, but her eyes flooding with hatred. "Did you get my letter, Dear? Mummy needs you back home."

Amelia scoffs, "'Mummy?!' You were never, or will ever be my mother." she spat.

Dalia's face twisted into a scowl, and she huffs. "Why You little—"

"Now, now, sister mine. Let's not take it here." scolded Lucius, as he holds a hand in-front of Dalia to stop her for going any further. "Let's go now, shall we?"

"Yeah, leave you Cowards !" shouts Amelia, who is being held back by Harry.

"Calm down, Amelia." whispered Harry. He lets go and Amelia glares at Dalia.

Mr. Weasley gave her a look but didn't say anything. Just as the ceremony began. Balloons fly and fireworks go off.

"Come on up, take your seats. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for." said Mr. Weasley.

"Come on!" shouted George.

"It's the Irish!" yelled Fred.

Give green and white figures fly through the air on their brooms, leaving a coloured trail behind them. A glittering leprechaun appears in the sky and starts dancing as everyone yells in excitement.

Amelia shrugged off the encounter and yelled with the twins. "WHOHOO!" Harry covers his ears from her shout, "sorry." grimaced Amelia.

"Here come the Bulgarians!" yelled George.

Five red figures this time, one of them perform a stunt on his broom. One of them appears on the large screen. The crowd begins to chant: "KRUM! KRUM! KRUM!"

"KRUM!!!" yelled the Weasleys, excitingly.

"Yes!" yelled George. Viktor Krum waves to the crowd.

"Good evening!" began the announcer. "It gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one if you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!!"

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"There's no one like Krum. He's like a bird the way he rides wind. He's more than an athlete, he's an artist." sang Ron.

The twins are bumbling about in a comical way muttering: 'Krummmmmm'

"Ronald is in Love!" cackled Amelia. Ginny laughs.

The twins sing, "Viktor I love you! Viktor I do!"

Amelia and the twins laugh. Hermione chuckles as Harry joins in the twins singing.

"When we're apart my heart beats only for youu!"

Loud screams erupt from outside the tent, Amelia furrows her eyebrows.

"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." stated Fred.

That didn't sound like happy screaming.

"Stop! Stop it. It's not the Irish. We've gotta get out of here. Now." said Mr. Weasley.

Amelia and Hermione glance at each other then they leave the tent.

"Get back to the portkey everybody, and stick together. Fred, George...Ginny is your responsibility." explained Mr. Weasley.

Hermione and Amelia grip each other's arm. They hurry off with the Weasleys and Amelia noticed someone was not with them.

"Harry!" yelled Amelia, looking around.

"Amelia!" Harry calls. Amelia lets go of Hermione and runs to Harry.

"Amelia! Where are you going??!" yelled Hermione, which fell on deaf ears.

"Harry!" Amelia reaches Harry, and they were dragged away from their group. "You alright?"

"Let's go!" yelled Harry, through the screaming of other people. He was dragged by other people, and so was Amelia.

They run away from the fire that erupts form tent to tent. Amelia grabs Harry's hand and they were pushed to the ground by running people.

Some figures in pointed hoods carrying flaming torches are walking across the campsite chanting ominous noises.

Amelia and Harry crawls on the floor, trying to stand up, when They were hit in the head by something big, causing them to become unconscious.

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Amelia's eyes flutter open, and noticed the crowds have all gone. She turns to her side and saw Harry lying, still unconscious. "Harry..." She whispers. "Wake up."

Amelia notices a man who is casting a spell which causes a bright flash and a large ghostly skull forms in the sky with a snake crawling from it. "Who's that?" She asks, her voice above whisper.

Harrys eyes open slowly, and he stirs and they witnessed a man standing there, they stand up and run. The familiar voices of Ron and Hermione are calling for them.

"Amelia!" shouts the worried voice of Hermione.

"Been looking for you two for ages. Thought we lost you." said Ron.

"What is that?" asked Harry, as he holds his scar in pain.

"It's a—" Amelia was cut off by a spell being fired at them. The Quartet ducks just in time.

"Stupefy!" yelled voices.

"Stop! That's my son." yelled Mr.Weasley, as they approach. "Ron, Harry, Amelia, Hermione. Are you alright?"

Barty Crouch walks in front of Harry and Amelia. "Which if you conjured this?" He asks, sternly.

"You can't possibly—" Mr. Weasley began.

"Do not lie!" Barty sneers. "You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!" He points his wand at the four children.

"Crime?" asked Harry, confused.

"Barty, they're just kids." Mr. Weasley tries.

"What crime?" questioned Harry, once again.

"It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's his Mark." replied Hermione, whispering.

"Voldemort? Those people tonight, in the masks...they're his too aren't they?" Harry lifts a brow. "They're his followers."

Mr.Weasley nods, "Death Eaters."

"Follow me." Barty instructs the people who are with him.

As they turn to leave, Amelia speaks up. "There was a man. Before. There." Amelia points at the place where she saw the man just now.

"All of you, this way." continues Barty, as he nods at Amelia.

"Amelia, who?" asked Mr.Weasley.

"I don't know. Harry and I didn't see his face." Amelia replied.

~Sorry this chapter was short :/~