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"Are you ready, Lacey?"

"Almost!" I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, braiding my hair into two long pigtails. It was the day I had been waiting for all summer, so I was in a rush. Finally, I tied the last braid with a hair tie. "Okay, I'm coming down!"

Running down the stairs, I nearly crashed into Mum, who was at the foot of the staircase.

"Goodness, Lacey!" she said, chuckling.

"Is Dad ready?" She nodded.

"He's by the fireplace." I smiled and ran into the living room, where Dad was indeed waiting by our suitcases.

"You ready, sweetheart?"

"I've been ready all summer." Dad laughed.

"That's believable, considering the fact that you started packing the day we gave you the tickets." It was my turn to laugh.

"Very funny." Mum walked over from the staircase.

"All right, you two. Ready to go?" I nodded, as did Dad. Mum extended her hand, and Dad placed his on hers. Then, I placed my hand on his. Together we thought as hard as we could: Quidditch World Cup! Then, the world seemed to spin around us...

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We came to a stop on a grassy hill. I opened my eyes and took in the sight. Near the lake, there must have been thousands of small tents scattered about. Several people were sporting different team colors. The Irish color was green; the Bulgarians had red. There were more colors than I could count! I smiled widely and turned to my parents.

"Let's go!" We started walking down the hill into the sea of people. Multicolored sparks were shooting into the air above us. A few children ran past me, chasing each other with sparklers. Soon, a man approached us and addressed Dad.

"Hello there, Mr. Ravensdale! Your tent is right over here." He led us to one of the many small tents that were stationed all across the field. Dad held the flap open for me and beckoned me in.

"Go on, Lacey." I nodded and walked in. I gasped when I saw the inside. There was ten times more room than there appeared to be from the outside. Colorful cloths were draped around the walls, and there were three good-sized beds along with a kitchen. I turned around as Mum and Dad walked in.

"How..." I asked faintly. Mum chuckled and smiled at me.

"Magic."

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Dad and I were walking around the landscape. Mum had insisted that we look around while she unpacked. After sitting by the lake for a while, we walked over to where the Quidditch arena was. It was absolutely enormous, like a huge silver talon that was cupping the game in its grasp.

"You know," Dad said, "I had always dreamed of coming here someday. I just feel so blessed to be able to share the experience with you and your mum." I smiled. Then, he looked over and saw a man with a clipboard talking with someone a few yards away. "Oh, it's the registration man. Lacey, stay here while I go and get our seat numbers." I nodded as he walked in the direction of the man. Turning back around, I gazed up at the pitch. It's so beautiful!

"Well, well, well." My breath caught in my throat. Oh, come on! I turned around to see the all-too-familiar face of Draco Malfoy. He was dressed in a black suit uniform, and had gotten taller. However, his arrogant sneer hadn't changed a bit. "Look who it is. What're you doing here, Ravensdale? Shouldn't you be at home, crying yourself to sleep?" I glared at him, but instantly thought of something.

"Oh, that's very funny," I said sarcastically, folding my arms in front of me. "But shouldn't you be at home, staring at a mirror?" Anger flashed across his eyes.

"Watch yourself," he said. "You're in the presence of a superior wizard." I chuckled.

"Superior in what? Amount of grease in your hair?" He was about to say something in response, but I saw someone stop next to me out of the corner of my eye.

"I'm back, love," said Dad. He looked at Malfoy. "You must be Draco, am I right?" Draco raised his eyebrows. His reply to my father shocked me immensely.

"Yeah. And you must be the Mudblood father I've heard so much about." A fire immediately lit within me, and I tried to storm forward.

"Lacey." Dad put his hands on my shoulders and held me back. At that moment, another unfriendly face seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Well. If it isn't Bernard." The disgust was evident in Lucius Malfoy's voice. Dad looked at him, his mouth in a thin line.

"Hello, Lucius."

"I see you've met my son." He put a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Proper lad, isn't he?"

"In stature, maybe," said Dad. "In morality, not so much." I didn't bother to restrain a smile.

"At least I don't have dirty blood," Draco said without shame. I tried to jump at him again, but Dad restrained me again. That didn't keep me from speaking, though.

"Don't talk about him like that! Unless you want another bloody lip." Malfoy grimaced at the memory. Mr. Malfoy scoffed.

"Ah. I remember that, son. I'm surprised you ever allowed that to touch you." It was Dad's turn to get angry.

"My daughter is a thousand times more powerful than you and your son combined could ever dream of being," he said, his voice full of poison. With that, he took my wrist and started to lead me away.

I didn't say anything until we reached the lake. Slowly approaching my father, I spoke.

"Dad?" He looked at me. "I'm sorry." He smiled softly.

"Don't be. You didn't do anything wrong." He looked across the lake at the horizon.

"He shouldn't have called you that." He chuckled.

"It's fine. I've been called a 'Mudblood' so many times that I've grown used to it." My heart ached for him. Despite his words, I could see the pain in his eyes.

"You shouldn't have to." He looked at me.

"And you shouldn't have to get used to being treated as horrible as that boy treats you." I smiled and took his hand in mine. I'll always remember how strong and caring my dad was. He never let anything break his spirit.

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"What're you guys doing here?" I started laughing as I saw Dean and Seamus walking towards me on the way to the Cup.

"Same thing you are, Lace!" Seamus shouted over the loud people around us.

"This your first time here?" Dean asked. I nodded. "Mine, too." Seamus tugged on Dean's shoulder, and they waved at me.

"See you later, Lace!" I waved at them, and followed Mum and Dad into the pitch. It took a great long while, but when we made it, I was in awe by how high up we were. We must have been at least a hundred feet above the ground. It was incredible! Mum had gotten me a large green Irish hat, along with a red Bulgarian scarf. I'd never really had a favorite Quidditch team, so I decided to go halvsies. All of us were showered in green and red confetti as the match began...

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"And could you believe Krum's swoop?"

"I know! Incredible, he is."

The match had been over for hours, and Seamus, Dean, and I were in Seamus's tent. Mum and Dad had let me hang out with them while they got reacquainted with a few old friends from their year. The two boys and myself were sitting on the floor, talking about the game, our summers, basically everything that had occurred since we saw each other last. Outside, people were screaming. Probably still crazed about the match, I thought.

"Who's your favorite, Lacey?" Dean asked. I shrugged.

"I'm not sure. I mean, I've never really had a favorite team." Seamus looked shocked.

"How could you not like Krum?"

"I'd never really heard of him before tonight, to tell you the truth." Dean's eyes widened, and Seamus laughed out loud.

"Ha! You're joking!" I shook my head, smiling. "That's like saying that you've never heard of the Weird Sisters." Now I was confused.

"The what?" Seamus pretended to have a heart attack, and fell over onto the floor.

"You've seriously never heard of them, Lace?" Dean asked. I shook my head.

"No. What are they?" Seamus sat back up.

"Only the best musical group in our world!" I nodded.

"Well, I don't listen to the radio much, so..." Seamus suddenly got up, grabbed the record player next to his bed, and brought it over. He put the needle in place on the record that was already on it.

"Well, you can't be magical and not hear one of their songs." He suddenly stopped at a mystical-sounding song. "Ah, here! Listen." The male singer started to sing very slowly.

And dance your final dance
This is your final chance
To hold the one you love
You know you've waited long enough

"So, believe," Seamus sang along with the radio, looking at me with a dreamy look, "that magic works."

"Don't be afraid," Dean joined in a few seconds later. I giggled as Seamus jokingly threw an arm around my shoulders.

"Of being hurt," he and Dean sang together cheerfully. I rolled my eyes. Oh, Lord. It's a love song.

"You guys," I said, fighting back laughter. "I'm actually not a big fan of lovey-dovey songs. Or of romance in general, really."

"Oh, come on, Lace," said Seamus. "Maybe you aren't a fan of love now, but that might change." I rolled my eyes again.

"Oh, really?" Suddenly, the flap of the tent was thrown open. Dad ran in and hoisted me up by my arm. "Dad?"

"Lacey, come quickly. We need to leave." I looked back at Dean and Seamus.

"Go ahead, we'll be fine." Mrs. Finnegan ran through the flap just as Dad dragged me out. Mum ran forward and grabbed my other arm.

"What's going on?" I asked, feeling scared.

"The camp's under attack. We need to get out!" Just then, I noticed an enormous cloud of smoke rising into the sky. I looked and saw that it was coming from several tents that were on fire not too far away. When I saw a group of people with masks and long black robes with pointed hoods walking in our direction, my eyes went wide.

"Lacey, come on!" Dad said. I nodded and ran with my parents, who were both clinging to me for dear life. As soon as we reached the hill, we put our hands together again. "Think of home!" Home, I thought. Home!

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In a flash, we were back in our living room. Seeing that it was pitch dark, Dad went over and turned on a small lamp. Shaking, I sat down onto the sofa. Belle hadn't moved from where I saw her last. Cradling her against my chest, I looked up at my parents.

"Who were those people?" Mum looked back at me.

"Death Eaters." She said it as though it was the foulest curse known. "You-Know-Who's followers." My blood ran cold.

"You mean..." Dad nodded.

"They were there when your sister died, sweetheart." I hadn't realized that I had been holding my breath. Exhaling, I took in this information. Death Eaters? At the World Cup? What did they want?

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