Blood Lines

Fanfic: Harry Potter

"Wakey-wakey!" A loud voice exclaimed in a high pitched excited tone. Ron and Harry jolted out of their sleep. Harry had been tossing and turning, having a nightmare," You ok, Harry?"

He opened his eyes to find that he was looking into the face of one of his best friends, Juliet Grey. And God, what a great face to wake up to. Juliet was only his friend, nothing more, and he wanted to keep it that way because he thought of her as a sister, rather than a girlfriend. But that didn't mean that he, Ron, and the rest of Hogwarts' male population didn't check her out. He was looking into those dazzling blue eyes, that were perfectly set on her pale face and surrounded by the ringlets of her curly black hair. She smiled, her radiant white grin, and hugged him around the neck.

"I'm so happy to see you!" She said, and he could hear her voice about to break into happy sobs," It's been all summer! God, I've missed you both." She jumped up and threw her arms around Ron as well, who couldn't hide his grin. Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled at Juliet's adorable giddiness.

"Your mother says breakfast is ready. Honestly, Ronald, get up!"

They shoveled in Mrs. Weasley's breakfast, and then were out the door, following closely behind Mr. Weasley.

"Juliet, Juliet... wherefore art thou, Juliet?!" George called from behind her as he and Fred followed her and the rest of the crowd into the woods.

"Right in front of you, Georgie-porgie." She replied, giggling slightly, as were Hermione and Ginny.

"As if she's never heard that one before." Mr. Weasley called back to them, laughing to himself," Good comeback, by the way, pumpkin."

She laughed slightly," Thanks, Mr. Weasley. So Harry... what have you been up to all summer?"

"Stuck with the Dursley's. Obviously I haven't been up to much. But I do know every new car available on the market and which ones would make our Muggle neighbors the most jealous."

Juliet, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all laughed at that, as they hurried to keep up with Mr. Weasley's quick stride.

"God, those Dursley individuals. They're like... they remind me of those Muggle candies... what are they called? War-bombs? Or something like that... What are those stupid fuckers called? Oh, sorry, Mr. Weasley..."

"What?" He asked, once again, completely oblivious to what was going on.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, you would know the answer to this question... what are those Muggle candies that are really sour, and they have a cartoon of a boy on the wrapper going like this..." She sucked her cheeks in so her lips went vertical, and she crossed her eyes so that she greatly resembled a fish.

"Wait, hold that face. I need a picture of this." Hermione told her as she removed her disposable Muggle camera from her backpack. Juliet made the face more pronounced, and Hermione giggled hysterically as she took the picture.

"I think they're called War-heads. Dreadful things, really."

"Oh, I know." Ginny agreed," Juliet, do you eat them?"
"No." Juliet replied," I don't understand why anyone would. They're horrid."

"You're horrid." Ron told her jokingly and she elbowed him not hard, but not light either in the side. He pretended like he was going to slap her across the face and when he lightly tapped her cheek, she dramatically turned her head.

"That's it, Ronald Weasle, it is so on." She adjusted the straps of her bookbag so they were on her shoulders, and they both jumped back and forward, punching, pretending to box each other.

"Hurry up, you two, we're gonna miss it!" Ginny yelled to them as she moved past them.

"Miss what?" Harry asked.

"Miss what?" Juliet repeated as they caught up to them. There was a man up ahead of them, one that none of them recognized. He looked familiar to all of them, but they didn't know why.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley greeted him, shaking his hand," Guys, this is Amos Diggory, I believe you know his son..." A boy dropped down from the tree, and they all gasped when they saw who it was.

"Ced!" Juliet exclaimed, running forward.

"Juliet!" They threw their arms around each other and he picked her up and spun her around.

"How are you doing, Cedric?" Ron asked, hitting him in the arm, as Cedric hit his, the way guys greeted each other sometimes.

"Good, mate. How are you doing? Keeping up with this one, huh?" He asked, referring to Juliet.

"Yeah, we're letting her stay with us. Imagine our dread." Ron replied jokingly and she stuck her tongue out at him. He stuck his out at her, and they all continued walking together.

"So you must be Harry Potter." Amos Diggory said, as he cheerfully shook his hand, looking impressed with him," Such a pleasure to meet you."

"You too, sir." Harry replied sincerely.

"There it is!" They heard Fred's voice yell. Ginny was running up the hillside, and as Harry caught up to his friends, he saw what she was running towards. He had been expecting some sort of elaborate transporting device, but what he saw was nothing of the sort. It was nothing more than a boot.

"It's a mangy old boot." He said, his voice expressing his confusion.

"It's not just any mangy old boot." George explained.

"It's a Portkey." Fred chimed in as everyone put one of their hands on it.

"Hurry, Harry, before you miss it!" Mr. Weasley yelled. Harry dove forward and grabbed it, just as it activitated itself. There was a jolt behind his navel, as they spun through the air. He could see everyone clearly and seeing their faces while everything else was spinning made him nauseous. Beside him, Hermione was looking terrified, and across from him, he saw that Cedric and Juliet were smiling.

"Alright! Let go!" Mr. Weasley's voice yelled.

Juliet's smile faded and she exclaimed in fear," What?!"

"Let go."

They all did, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, and Juliet flew off sloppily. For just a few seconds, they flew wildly through the air, completely weightless. Then they slammed to the ground with all of their weight. It hurt only for a second, but they were all so dizzy that they just laid there, watching Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric walk on the air, and land gracefully on the ground.

Cedric reached down and helped a giggling Juliet to her feet, and then he reached down to help Hermione up. Hermione blushed and took his hand. Cedric seemed to have that effect on all girls, except for Juliet, who only thought of him as a friend, and Cedric thought of her the same way.

They walked to the edge of the hill they had landed on and Hermione, Juliet, and Ron couldn't help but start snapping pictures. There were tents everywhere, on all sides of the huge arena. They walked down the hill and walked right into the chaos. Ginny, Juliet, and Hermione walked arm and arm, and Cedric was on Juliet's right, and they were talking excitedly.

"I swear, if I didn't know them, I'd think there was something going on between those two." Ron told Fred, Harry, and George.

"No, they're just friends." George told him," Don't you know that Juliet is secretly in love with me?"

"Oh, right." Ron replied," Just like she's secretly having Snape's baby."

"Don't joke like that, Ronald." Fred said, pretending to be serious," Don't even pretend that that old geezer could steal our woman."

"Look, if you two ever get Juliet... let me just tell you now... you break her heart, I will break your legs." Harry told them, and they both nodded.

"We know." George replied," Come on, Harry, we'd never hurt her."

They watched as Juliet, Ginny, and Hermione disappeared into their tent behind Mr. Weasley. While Ron and Harry watched a hot girl who was selling ales walk by, Fred and George stared at Juliet's perfect behind as she walked into the tent.

"Those are my favorite pants of hers." Fred told George," Her arse just looks..."

"Like God made it specifically for us to stare at." George filled in," Thank God Ron is friends with her. Hey, did you ever find out if her jugs are fake?"

"They are."

"Damn it, I knew I should have bet money. I would have won!"

"I know, because I didn't think they were fake! Which one of her tattoos is your favorite?"

"Oh, definately the one on her lower back. The barbed wire one."
"Might as well be a bulls eye." They both said simultaneously.

"Did you ever see the one on her arse?" George asked.

"No! Did you?!" Fred asked, turning green with envy.

"Glanced it through the door when she got out of the shower the other night." George replied, looking proud of himself," It's... get this... cherries."

"Oh, shit!" Fred exclaimed, laughing and jumping up and down in excitement," I've got to see it."

"She's wearing a black thong. Try to look when she's changing tonight."

"Ok, guys!" Harry exclaimed from behind them," She is a person, you know!"

"God, Harry, now we know why girls love you..." Fred slapped his cheek lightly," You're so sensitive. You understand them."

"You're in touch with your feminine side."

Harry tried to keep the angry look on his face, but it dissolved into laughter," Shut up."
They went into the tent, and Harry was shocked to find that it was no tent at all. It was like a mini apartment. He didn't have to duck down to stand in it. He could walk right in and still walk around. There were bunk beds inside it, and couches, and a full kitchen. He couldn't keep a smile off of his face.

"I love magic..."

"Belgium!" The Belgium fans were roaring.

"Irish!" Harry, Hermione, Fred, George, Juliet, Cedric, and Ginny all yelled back, along with the other Ireland fans.

"How can you all like the Irish?" Ron asked as though this was the worst form of betrayal; his friends and family liking the Irish team as opposed to the team that his hero, Viktor Krum played on.

"Um, because they kick arse, that's why!" Harry told him as they started to walk up the stadium. Everyone was cheering along with the crowd, even Mr. Weasley once Ginny, Hermione, Fred, George, and Juliet persuaded him to get in the spirit.

"Where are our seats, Mr. Weasley?" Hermione asked as they kept climbing stairs.

"Think of it this way..." A snide voice called, and they all looked over the railing to see Draco and Lucius Malfoy looking up at them," If it rains, you all will be the first to know."

Draco laughed at his father, but then he saw that Juliet was leaning over the railing.

"Oh, Juliet, you're, um..."

Juliet rolled her eyes and walked away, not even waiting to hear what he was going to say.

"Oh!" Harry, Ron, George, Fred, and Cedric yelled, taunting him.

"Yeah, well... we're in the Minister's box! On private invitation!" Draco yelled, wanting her to hear and all of a sudden have a change of heart. Why should she sit in the nosebleeds when she could be in the Minister's box.

"Draco, don't boast." His father scolded him. He slapped his snake walking stick onto Harry's hand and said," Enjoy yourself, won't you? While you still can."

He walked away without a word, following his friends up to the very top of the stadium.

Out of nowhere, the Irish flew right past their heads, and they all screamed and started jumping around as a leprechaun appeared in the sky and began to dance. Only Ron didn't cheer; he was waiting for the moment that Viktor Krum flew into the stadium.

When he did, Ron screamed while his friends and family booed. Krum's face came up in the sky, as the Belgium side of the crowd cheered," Krum! Krum! Krum!"

The Minister's voice boomed through the arena and they all stopped to listen," I want to thank each and every one of you for coming tonight. Let the games begin."
Everyone erupted into screams and cheers as the game began.

None of them, not Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Juliet, Ginny, Fred, George, Cedric, or anyone in the stadium would have known what was to come later that evening.

"Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!" Everyone was cheering as they walked through the camp site towards their tent. Once they were inside, the celebrating continued.

Even though the Irish won, Ron was still going on and on about Krum.

"There's no one like Krum! He's like a bird the way he rides through the window! He's more than an athlete! He's an artist!"

"I think you're in love, Ron." Ginny told him.

"So in love!" Juliet agreed, holding her heart and falling onto the couch dramatically.

"Viktor, I love you!" George sang, grabbing Ron's hand.

"Viktor, I do!" Fred joined in.

"When we're apart/My heart bleeds for you!" They all joined in, and then they heard a loud bang outaide.

"Sounds like the Irish are getting their pride on." Fred commented.

They all stopped their laughter once they saw the look on Mr. Weasley's face.

"That's not the Irish. Come on." He told them urgently," We have to go. We have to go now."

They ran behind him with no question. Juliet grabbed Ginny's arm out of reflex, but Ginny gripped her hand and let her pull her through the crowd.

"Arthur! It's Death Eaters!" Amos exclaimed," Come on, we have to go."

"Ced, did you see them?" Juliet asked, looking panic stricken as she linked arms with him," Ginny, get a hold of Hermione." Hermione and Ginny linked arms, and they started to move through the crowd.

"Don't let Ginny out of your sight!" Mr. Weasley yelled to them as he hurried off through the panicking crowd. They were all getting thrown around so much that they would have been separated had they not been linking arms. But Harry was somehow forcefully thrust from the chain, and once he fell to the ground, he was accidentally kicked in the face by one of the people who were running, but not before seeing the skull-like masks hidden under the black hoods of those that followed Voldemort. Death Eaters.

The screams of the people running around frantically were the last sounds he heard, and somewhere, off in the distance, his friends shouting his name.

"When he woke up, he saw that the entire campground was empty, and that the tents were all burnt to crisps. He sat up, his head aching, and he realized that there was one person there. The man pointed his wand at the sky, shouted a spell and in a flash of green, Harry saw that there was a skull with a snake coming out of it's mouth in the sky. It yelled as the snake slithered out of it's mouth, and Harry felt his scar start burning. He gasped in pain and grasped it, but it didn't numb the pain.

The man who had cast the spell turned and saw him, and started to walk towards him.

"Harry!" Hermione's voice yelled. Her voice was followed by more voices, those of Ron and Juliet. They were looking for him.

The man ran, and he felt hands helping him stand.

"Are you ok?" Juliet asked him, putting one hand on her face so she could look at him.

"Yeah." He answered, putting his hand over hers briefly.

"You're nose was bleeding." She told him, knowing that she was stating the obvious.

"Yeah, I think someone kicked me in the face."

"Obviously. Well, mate, at least you look tough..." Ron clasped his shoulder," Bloody hell, who do you think cast it?"

"It was a...'

"Stupefy!"

They all dove to the ground to avoid the stream of stunning spells.

"No! That's my son!" Mr. Weasley yelled as he ran towards them.

"Caught red handed!" Another man yelled.

"They couldn't have done this!"

"What is it?" Harry asked, staring up at the skull.

"It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's his mark." Hermione told him, her voice trembling.

"Does this mean what I think it means?" A man asked as everyone stared up at the sky," That he's back."
"No." The man who had accused them of making the Dark Mark appear answered firmly," The Death Eaters are just trying to get some attention in the media. Just because they were here and just because they cast his mark doesn't mean he's back."

"Well, they'll get their media attention, I can tell you that..." Mr. Diggory replied," They'll get all the attention and fear they crave..."