25th of August, 1994 in Dartmoor, England

As the Weasley's took their seat in the top box of the Quidditch World Cup stadium, a young woman in dark robes entered the box. Talking avidly with a wizard, who looks like another of the various ministry officials present. As she shook her head, her hair fell around her face in dark unruly curls. She tucked one of the curls behind her ear just as she laid eyes on the red headed family and approached them slowly, but steady. From up close it was easy to see she came from a wealthy background. As she carried herself very composed, in a way of sheer perfection. The robes she wore looked expensive and her shoes made no sound as she walked, adding to this presumption of wealth. Arthur Weasley eyed her warily, as she approached his second-born and held out her hand to him.

''Charles'' the young woman spoke airily, the smoothness of her voice caressing every vowel, her eyes gleaming in an almost cat-like way.

Charlie Weasley stood up and took her hand in his, ''Callisto'' he replied, his voice flat. The pair nodded to each other, not any form of emotion lost between the two of them.

The woman's midnight blue robes swished around her as she moved towards another ministry official standing on the other side of the topbox. ''You know Callisto Malfoy?'' Hermione Granger asked Charlie, one eyebrow raised.

''She was in my year at Hogwarts, prefect and Head Girl, plus she is a Malfoy. Everyone would know her.'' He answered, still eyeing the dark haired witch, who was taking a sip from a glass of pumpkin juice.

''She scored only O's in her O.W.L's and her N.E.W.T's!'' Hermione exclaimed and continued, ''She also is the fastest riser in the ministry by already being an..''

''Ambassador Malfoy!'' a cheerful voice boomed through the room, grabbing everyone's attention. Callisto Malfoy turned her head towards the voice, belonging to the Bulgarian Minister for Magic, who was accompanied by Minister Fudge.

''Oblansk'' she replied whilst smiling, ''How wonderful to see you.'' Callisto added in Bulgarian.

''Finally someone to share my humour with, this man still believes I do not understand English.'' The Bulgarian grinned as he took his seat next to her.

She smiled ''I told you he was thick, did I not?''

The minister grinned at the young woman ''Oh well, how are you faring these days? Missing the mountains?''

Just as she was about to answer, three platinum blond figures appeared in the doorway. A man, a boy and a woman, all dressed immaculately in emerald coloured robes. The man strided confidently towards the pair, followed suit by the rest of his family.

''Father'' Callisto stated when he reached them.

''Callisto'' Lucius answered, no emotion visible in his features.

''Let me introduce you to the Bulgarian Minister for Magic, Oblansk. We worked together closely during the last assembly of the European Magical Confederation.''


The smell of fire filled the air as the group moved around the campfire. People were screaming and angered shouts were heard as Callisto darted out of her tent, wand at the ready.

''Go, now!'' She urged the man exiting the tent behind her, while moving towards the group clad in black robes. She recognized their masks and her breath hitched in her throat as she recognized the form of her father under one of the hoods. His limp made him easy to identify, together with his tall posture. ''Idiot.'' She murmured under her breath as she decided to go looking for her brother.

Draco emerged out of the woods, just as she approached them. ''Draco!''

His face flooded with relief as he sees her appearing out of the crowd ''Callisto!'' He replied. He ran towards her and she held him to her, whilst feeling him sneer against her body.

''You're still my little dragon, you twit.'' She murmured into his hair.

As she ruffled his hair, more people start screaming and women start shrieking. She looked up, to find the dark mark looming in the air, a vibrant green image, sending chills down her spine.

''The mark!'' Her younger brother exclaimed, both in fear and in awe. Callisto swatted him on the head ''Ow!''

''That's for being excited you fool, this is nothing to be feeling good about.'' She hissed angrily, whilst guiding him back towards his tent. Upon reaching it, the tent was empty.

''Of course..'' Callisto sighed, her father must have fled upon seeing the mark. Quickly she and Draco packed everything, including both their tents and went towards the apparition area.

''We are not going to wait in line, Callisto tell them.'' Draco's voice suddenly came through, as she tore her eyes from the tent she knew was his.

''Do not be so spoiled Draco, or by Merlin I will jinx you if you keep being cross.'' She snarled at the young Malfoy.

''Missing your boyfriend are you? Or is it that time of the month?'' He sneered back, earning him another swat on the head.

Callisto sent one more look towards the tent before apparating away.