Forever and Always
Let the Games Begin
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Only the stuff that you don't recognize.
Author's Note: I deleted my original story and replaced it with this. I changed the title. It used to be Please be mine, now the title of this whole story is based on a song by Taylor Swift. The title of this chapter is a song from AVPS.
Let the Games Begin
Stella Snape is Professor Severus Snape's daughter. People would describe her as a spitting image of her father. The same shoulder-length black hair, black eyes, smirks, temper, and the love for potions. She hopes that when she gets out of school to be the potions professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She's not as sarcastic as her father. In Stella's first year, her father had given her a bracelet that lets him know that she's in some sort of danger. Severus wears the same one, so when Stella's in trouble, it burns.
One summer, Stella, Fred, and George visited a park. It's the same park where Severus first met Lily and Petunia Evans. It was very close to Privet Drive.
*Flashback*
Dudley Dursley was at the park when the trio arrived.
"What're you doing here, Snape?" Dudley asked.
"None of your business!" she retorted. She turned to the twins. "Spoiled brat, that one." They started snickering.
"What're you laughing about?" Dudley demanded.
"Nothing," George answered automatically.
"Dudley, leave them alone," A familiar voice had said. It was Harry Potter. It had looked like he was wearing Dudley's old clothes. They were very stained. One of the pant legs had a hole on the knee.
"Who asked you, freak? A friendless freak," Dudley sneered. Stella was getting very angry.
"That's a lie!" She yelled. "He has us!" She gestured to the twins and back at her.
"Great. More freaks!" Dudley exclaimed. Harry was staring at him. "What are you doing, staring at me?"
"Just thinking how I can give you pig ears to go with your tail that you had when you were eleven!" He answered, smiling. He started wriggling his fingers and saying, "Hocus Pocus! Jigglepuff! Jiggery Pokery!" Dudley ran from the park, screaming. Stella and the twins were laughing really hard. "Stupid cousin." Harry had muttered.
"That was your cousin?" Fred asked. Harry nodded, sadly.
Stella suddenly had an idea. An idea that her father might not like at all. The trio said good-bye to Harry and they walked back to the house. There, they explained their encounter with Dudley Dursley to their professor. Stella told the twins to go wait in her room for her. She was going to tell her dad something privately. She explained Harry's situation and told him he might be abused.
"That's a very serious accusation Stella. Where's your proof?" He asked.
"Come with us to the park tomorrow. That'll be your proof." She stated.
The next day, the four arrived at the park. Dudley was there again. He didn't look happy.
"SNAPE! What're you doing back here?" He roared. Stella jumped by his tone.
"It's a public park!" George had yelled back. Fred stood beside him, guarding Stella from Dudley.
"Twin freaks!" Dudley exclaimed.
"We're older than you, Dursley," Stella pointed out. Dudley had ignored that comment.
"Stella's right. They're older than us. Why are you picking on them?" Harry had shown up in the same outfit he had on yesterday.
"Because they're freaks like you!" Dudley told him. Severus started to draw his wand. Stella had stopped him.
"Potter, I would like to speak to your relatives," Severus said.
"Why would my parents want to talk to a freak like you?" Dudley sneered.
"Did he just go there?" George whispered to Stella.
"I believe so. He's brave," She whispered back.
The potions professor had followed Harry to his house. It seemed like thirty minutes until Harry was back with the professor. The trio was swinging on the swings, waiting. George finally spotted him.
"Your dad looks steamed!" George pointed towards him. Harry was carrying a cardboard box of stuff. The four followed the professor home without a word. Stella showed Harry his new room, right next to her's. It was official. They had adopted Harry.
*End of Flashback*
The Sorting Hat couldn't decide if Stella would fit in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. She has no Slytherin in her. That side does show once in a while, but not much. The hat finally decides Gryffindor. She has befriended the Weasley twins, Fred and George. She's also the smartest witch in her year. Everyone was surprised she was not made prefect last year. She pulls way too many pranks with the twins around the school.
She has gotten quite a few people mad throughout her six years at Hogwarts. Ronald and Genevra Weasley, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell. Katie had gotten expelled from the school and had transferred to a different school. The youngest Weasleys almost got disowned by the family. They had slipped George an illegal love potion.
What you still don't know about Stella is that she has a crush on George and doesn't know if he feels the same way about her. He does! Fred can see that, but the other two can't.
Stella was sitting at the kitchen table with her dad and her adopted brother Harry Potter enjoying breakfast. A school owl had flown in from an open window.
"My O.W.L. results!" Stella jumped up and received the envelope from the owl. The owl flew off in the distance. She was so nervous, her hands were shaking. She handed the envelope to her father. "Open it for me please!"
He started opening it. Harry was looking over his shoulder. They glanced at each other and nodded. The older man spoke first.
"I'm very disappointed in you. You failed," he said, with no emotion, handing her the letter. She viewed over. It read:
Potions: O
Charms: O
Transfiguration: O
Defense against the Dark Arts: O
Astronomy: O
History of Magic: A
Divination: A
And the rest were all "O"'s! Stella started jumping up and down.
"You're evil!" She smirked at her father.
He smirked back. "I'm probably the most evil person you'll ever meet. I'm so proud of you. I'm surprised you're still not a prefect!"
"You're forgetting who I hang out with." She said. She hugged them both and then dashed to her room to owl the twins. It read:
Dear Fred and George,
I'm so happy! I got my results back for my O.W.L.'s! I'm not telling you what I got. You have to tell me first. I'm starting to get suspicious. Dad said that something is going on at Hogwarts this year, but he won't tell us what! He's driving me mad! What do you think it is? I just hope it's nothing dangerous. I miss you guys!
Love, Stella
Cookie, her owl, held out her leg for the letter. Cookie flew off Stella's open bedroom window. She made her way downstairs again.
"Can you at least give me a hint," she pleaded.
"If I give you a hint, you'll figure it out. It's supposed to be a secret," Her dad answered. It was the same response she got every time she asked him.
The professor got up from the table, leaving her and Harry alone.
"Where's he going?" She asked him.
"I don't know," He said. Stella had a funny feeling he did know. They're dad came back with a parcel in his hands. She instantly knew what it was. It was a broomstick!
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She hugged them again. I began ripping the brown paper off. It was indeed a broomstick. Not just any broomstick, though. It was a Nimbus 2001! "I love you guys!"
"I love you guys too!" Harry and the professor said at the same time. We burst out laughing.
"You won't need it this year, but you will need it for next." Her dad said.
"No Quidditch?" Harry and Stella both pouted at the news. How could there be no Quidditch? It's the best game in the world!
He shook his head. "Why don't you guys play outside?" Stella grabbed her new broom while Harry grabbed his Firebolt.
Severus watched the children race on their brooms and smiled to himself. He's happy that Stella liked her present. She deserved it.
He pulled up his left sleeve. The mark is getting darker and clearer. That only means one thing. The Dark Lord is returning. Not good. Not good at all. He watched Stella win a race, then Harry. They looked like they were having fun. He then headed to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
A little while later, Harry and Stella came inside from they're racing. Harry won a total of 5 races and Stella won 6.
After cleaning themselves up and showering, it was dinnertime. Cookie has showed up then with messages from the twins. Stella grabbed them, and read them at the table. They said:
Dear our Dearest Stella,
George and I were wondering if you and Harry would like to go to the Quidditch World cup. Let us know as soon as possible. Our dad has gotten really good seats. Georgie and I got three O.W.L's each. We both failed History of Magic and Divination. Mum was pretty mad at us. We tried to convince her that they were boring classes and we didn't need them for the shop, but she wouldn't believe us! She also found our order forms for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. She tossed them out and our products we spent six months on. Luckily, we stole them back. She'll never know. What'd you get?
Love, Fred
Stella rolled her eyes at Fred's letter.
"What is it?" Harry asked. She handed Harry the letter. He read through it and handed it back. "Weasleys Wizard Wheezes? What is that?"
"They want to own a joke shop called Weasleys Wizard Wheezes when they get out of school," She explained. "Dad, the twins want to know if Harry and I want to go to the Quidditch World Cup. Their father got really good tickets. Can we go?"
"I don't see why not. But be careful." He said.
"Oh! There's another letter!" she opened up the one obviously from George. It read:
Dear Stella,
I miss you so much. I mean we both do. Dad's been secretive about what's going on at Hogwarts. I thought your dad would've told you, though. If you can come, you'll get to meet Bill and Charlie. I don't think you ever met them. I got an "O" in Potions! I'm really happy about that. I also got "O"'s in Charms and Defense. Fred got an "O" in potions as well. The others are Transfiguration and Charms. Please tell me what you got.
Love, George
Stella smiled at George's letter. "Oh those twins of mine."
"What'd they do now?" Her dad asked, placing food in front of her and Harry.
"They only got three O.W.L's. Mrs. Weasley was mad at them," She rolled her eyes.
"What three?" He asked. Stella told him and was pretty surprised.
"What's the Quidditch World Cup?" Harry asked. Stella and Professor Snape explained what it was. "That's awesome! I want to go!"
"I already said you could go," Severus laughed. "Oh my two Quidditch obsessed kids!" He faked a sigh.
"We're not obsessed! Oliver Wood was!" Stella defended.
"He was! Harry agreed.
"I can name another!" Stella smirked and nodded at Harry. She knew she was in for it.
"Don't mention that again!" The potions master exclaimed.
"Mention what?" Harry asked.
"Never mind, Harry," Stella told him, patting his head.
"It's about my dad isn't it? I know he was obsessed with Quidditch. Lupin told me one time. I know what he did and I don't agree with it. I apologize for him." The professor was looking at Harry with wide-eyes.
"I told you he was more like Lily," Stella smirked. I got him this time!
"If anyone was James, it would be Malfoy." Harry and Stella said at the same time. They all laughed and ate their food.
After dinner, Stella replied to the twins' letters.
Dear my dearest twins,
I'll have you know, I passed every single class I took. All "O"'s except for two where I got "A"'s. I got a Nimbus 2001! You guys need to be careful where you keep your order forms and supplies next time. I'm serious. Yes, Harry and I can go to the World Cup. I'd love to meet Charlie and Bill. I can't wait to see you guys!
Love you guys lots, Stella
Stella gave it to Cookie and she was off again.
The next day, the twins are picking up Stella and Harry to go to the Burrow, then, finally, the Quidditch World Cup! George had owled Stella, saying that they'll be arriving by the floo network. Stella has been waiting in the living room for the whole morning. Just as Stella was getting something to drink in the kitchen, she heard a voice.
"Stella, the most amazing twins have arrived!" That was Fred.
"Hey, Stells!" that was George. "We're here!"
"I just said that!"
"Well I said it again!"
Stella poked her head into the room. "Not fighting are we, boys?" She smiled.
"No!" They put an arm round each other.
Stella ran and hugged them. "I missed you so much!" Stella looked at them. Their hair was getting as long as her's. "You need a haircut!"
They both pouted. "Get in line. Our mother already told us that."
"I was joking, seriously! I like it!" Stella ran a hand through their hair. She got closer and whispered, "You know if you dye your hair black, you could look like my dad!"
"Let's get it cut!" Fred exclaimed, letting go of her. She scowled.
"I agree," George added. She frowned at him.
"HARRY! DAD! THE TWINS ARE HERE!" she roared. George let go of her instantly to cover his ears. That was brilliant payback.
"Watch my eardrums, missy!" George cried. Fred started snickering at the scene. He could tell that they liked each other. Stella stuck her tongue out at George.
"Really mature," He joked.
Harry appeared in the doorway. "Twins!" He ran to hug them like she did.
"You finally realize that?" Stella laughed. Harry stuck his tongue out at her. "Real mature."
"You're the one to talk." George said. Stella smiled innocently.
"Hello Messers. Weasley," My dad greeted, leaning against the doorway.
"Hey, Professor Snape. We're here to pick up mini-Snape and Harry." Fred said, using Stella's nickname the twins invented in their second year.
Stella helped Harry with his things since her's were already in the living room. The two let their owls go, and they flew out of sight. Fred took Harry's things and George took Stella's. Fred stepped into the fireplace, said his location, green fire appeared and he was gone. George did the same thing. Harry was next.
Before Stella entered the fireplace she went and hugged Severus. "Bye, I love you."
Severus kissed the top of her head. "I love you too. Be good for the Weasleys. And be careful at the Quidditch World Cup."
"I will," She said, while stepping into the fireplace. She took the floo powder and said, "The Burrow!" In an instant, she was stepping out of the Weasley's fireplace. George grabbed her hand and helped her up.
She saw two unfamiliar faces at the dining room table. One of them was covered in burns and scars. He must be Charlie. Then the other must be Bill.
"You must be Stella!" Bill exclaimed, getting up from the table and shaking her hand. "I'm Bill." Stella, then, introduced herself.
"We've heard so much about you. The twins won't stop talking," The other one got up as well, shaking her hand. "I'm Charlie." The twins went red in the face.
"Have we seen you before? You look really familiar," Bill told her. Stella smirked at him. The twins started snickering.
It took the two a minute to figure it out.
"I got it! You're a professor's daughter! Um . . . what was the teacher now?" Charlie said. I smirked again. George was silently laughing at his brothers.
"Now that you mention it, your Snape's daughter," Bill exclaimed.
"I am. Stella Olivia Snape at your service!" she started laughing. She was starting to like the elder brothers.
Fred steered Harry into the kitchen. "Bill, Charlie, this is Harry."
"Hey, Harry. I'm Charlie, and this is Bill." Charlie said, shaking his hand. Charlie noticed the scar, so did Bill.
"You're Harry Potter!" Bill exclaimed.
"Potter-Snape actually. Professor Snape had adopted me," Harry said. Stella put her arm around him.
Molly Weasley entered the kitchen and made her way to Harry and hugged him. She did the same thing to Stella.
"How are you, Mrs. Weasley?" Stella asked.
"I keep telling you to call me Molly," she said. "Lunch is ready, by the way."
After lunch (tomato soup and grilled cheese), Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Stella, and Harry went to play Quidditch. Before they played, the twins bragged about Harry being the youngest seeker in a century. Charlie challenged Harry to a seeker competition. Whoever catches the snitch first, is the better seeker.
Bill told Charlie and Harry to close their eyes. Stella got to release the golden snitch. The group decided that they wait a minute, and then let the boys loose.
"Catch that snitch!" Stella finally yelled. The two mounted their brooms and pushed off from the ground. After a few minutes of surveying the sky, Harry had spotted the snitch! He shot after it, with Charlie on his tail. They were neck to neck and finally, the snitch dived, so did they, but Charlie pulled up (he was about to crash into the ground). Harry was flying close to the ground now; he was standing on his broom. A few seconds later, he had caught the snitch!
"Good game," Charlie said, patting his back.
"Good game," Harry echoed.
"That was quite a catch," Bill commented, smiling.
"It was a similar catch to my first-ever game. I nearly swallowed it!" Harry said.
"That was a pretty amazing game," Stella agreed.
"Wasn't that the game where Hermione had set your father's cloak on fire?" George asked her.
"You know what, I think it was," Stella nodded. Crazy Hermione.
"What happened?" Charlie raised an eyebrow.
"Well, that game was the first match of the year. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. It was going fine, until Harry's broom started jerking back and forth, trying to buck him off. I was near Hermione and Ron when they first noticed this happening. They spotted my father looking at Harry and muttering," Bill and Charlie were wide-eyed. "Hermione had a plan to stop this. She went to the teacher stands and set my father's cloak on fire. She knocked over our defense teacher in the process. Professor Quirrell. I warned my father and he put it out, losing contact. Harry got on his broom during the lost contact. As it turns out, Quirrell was the one jinxing his broom and my father was performing the counter-curse."
"And Gryffindor won the game?" Bill asked. Harry nodded.
"You're a brilliant seeker!" Charlie congratulated him. Harry said the same to him.
"I think we should hear more stories. We could play Quidditch later," Charlie said. The twins gasped.
"Charlie turning down a Quidditch game!" Charlie rolled his eyes at them.
"So as it turns out, Quirrell actually had the Dark Lord on the back of his head." Stella said.
"Wait, you didn't tell us that," Fred said. Stella gave the twins a apologetic glance.
"So that means that at Christmas, we were throwing snowballs at him?" George asked. Stella nodded. The twins looked at each other in horror, then said, "Wicked!"
"More first year stories!" Charlie exclaimed, sitting down under a tree. Bill sat down next to him. And the rest followed.
"On Halloween, Ron said something mean to Hermione so she missed the feast. She also missed the announcement Quirrell made about a troll in the dungeons. Prefects were to lead everyone to their common rooms. I had to go potty and saw her crying in the bathroom. Just then, the troll came in and started beating on the stalls and sinks. The bathroom was a wreck." Stella said.
"What about you? Did you guys get hurt?" Charlie asked.
"Not really. Just a few scratches," She held out her wrist that held the bracelet. "My dad has given this to me, just in case I was in any danger. The bracelet had summoned him, so with his help; he and I saved Hermione from the troll."
"You are amazing!" Bill smiled.
Just then, everyone turned back to the house. Ron was arguing with Mrs. Weasley.
"Don't you see? She's brainwashing them!" Ron yelled. Stella rolled her eyes at Ron. Typical. Blaming everything bad on her and her father.
"They're having a conversation! They're being respectful! The opposite of what you're doing right now!" Molly yelled back. You have to admitt, when Mrs. Weasley's angry, it's scary.
"But the Snapes are evil! How could you let her in the house?" Stella's eyes were getting watery. She was not going to cry!
"That is it! You are not going to the World Cup tomorrow! You'll be going to Diagon Alley with me!" Molly's tone was final.
"Don't listen to Ron. He was like that all summer. Kind of weird really," Fred said.
"We butted in to the argument a couple times, defending you," George said, smiling.
"You guys really are my best friends!" Stella smiled, hugging them both.
"Besides, Ron's just jealous," Harry added.
"I'm not jealous!" Ron came up behind them.
"It seems like you are," Bill said, getting up.
"It's all her fault!" Ron yelled, pointing at Stella, who was hiding behind the twins. They're arms were crossed.
"Get inside, now, Ron!" Molly yelled. "Leave their conversation alone." Ron, grudgingly, left them alone.
At dinner that night, everyone was silent. Ron kept glaring at Stella. And if that could be the worst, it isn't. Ginny started on it, too. It's just that Ginny isn't as loud as Ron. After dinner, in the twins' room, they were discussing different prank products. The trio soon fell asleep.
Stella woke up, and couldn't get back to sleep. Well, who couldn't? It was time for the Quidditch World Cup! Stella got up from the couch Molly transfigured for her, and she started jumping on Fred's bed.
"Get up lazy bones! Go Ireland, remember?" She smirked, jumping off and heading towards George's.
She jumped on the bed again. "Wake up, sleepyhead! World Cup!"
"5 more minutes!" George mumbled. She got really close to his left ear.
"We could prank Ron," She smirked. He sat right up. Fred followed, hearing the word "prank."
Stella left their room and headed for the top. Ron's room. She snuck in to find Harry kicking and sweating. She couldn't shake him awake.
"Harry, wake up, please! It's only a bad dream! It's Stella!" He slowly opened his eyes.
"He killed somebody! It was a muggle. Wormtail and someone else were there as well!" He shouted.
"Harry, calm down!" She hugged him. "It's okay. Dad'll want to know about this. He needs to know."
He shook his head. "It was just a dream. What'd you want, anyway?"
"This," she said. She headed over to Ron, who was snoring. "SPIDER!"
Ron ran out of the room screaming, "AHHH! WHERE?"
"Thanks for that. He was getting on my nerves." Harry smiled.
"That's what sisters are for." She laughed and hugged him one more time, before she had dragged him into the kitchen.
Molly greeted them with a hug. "Morning. How'd you sleep?" they said it was fine. The door had opened revealing Hermione with Arthur Weasley. Stella ran and hugged her.
"How's my favorite sister?" Hermione asked, hugging her back.
"Awesome, excited! How was your summer?" Stella asked.
"Great! Do you think you could check over my potions assignment? I'm not sure it's correct." The twins snorted.
"Of course I can 'Mione." Stella smirked. She had given Hermione that nickname last year, complaining that her name was too long. Hermione doesn't like that at all.
Ron came into the kitchen and as he sat down at the table he said, "Where's Bill, Charlie and Percy?"
"They're apperating to the Cup." Mrs. Weasley answered, and then looked at the time. She said to hurry up.
Everyone got up from the table and started grabbing their stuff. They followed Mr. Weasley out. Fred and George got yelled at because they had their Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products in their pockets. Mrs. Weasley didn't even notice that Stella had products in her pockets. When Mrs. Weasley was out of earshot, and sight, Stella hand the twins the products and they put them in their pockets.
When the three got caught up with the group, they met Cedric and Amos Diggory.
"All of these yours Arthur?" Amos asked.
"Only the redheads," He answered. "This is Fred, George and Ginny. Ron had stayed home. Hermione is a friend, Stella, another friend –" Cedric stared at Stella.
"Snape's daughter is a friend?" Amos asked. "Loaded with dark magic, he is. I wouldn't trust them, if I were you, Arthur." Ginny nodded her head vigorously. Stella was about to say something, but Fred and George covered her mouth.
"Ignoring that, Harry is another friend," Arthur finished.
"Harry Potter! My Cedric beat Harry at Quidditch last year!" Amos exclaimed.
"Dad, he fell off of his broom," Cedric said, not taking his eyes off of Stella. Which George scowled at.
"Always modest, my Cedric," Amos said. "Let's get going, shall we?"
The group started walking deeper into the woods. Until they stopped at an old boot. Must be the portkey. Stella thought. I wish it was a dolphin.
"Grab on, everyone," Arthur said, grabbing the boot. Stella and George grabbed the boot at the same time. "One . . . two . . . three!" They were swirling and swirling until Arthur said to let go. They did, and they dropped to the ground.
"I thought the landing would be harder," Stella noted. There was something warm below her.
"That's because you landed on me," George grunted.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Stella got up and helped him up. "Are you okay?" Fred started snickering.
"Don't sweat it," George said smiling. "I'm fine." Stella smiled too. Hermione gave her a knowing smile. Ginny were scowling at Stella.
After getting everything paid for, the Diggory's went their separate ways.
"See ya, Stella," Cedric nodded at her, then followed his father. Fred laid a comforting arm on George's shoulder.
"Bye," she whispered.
"He's cute!" Hermione exclaimed. Fred was the one who scowled this time. Fred had had a crush on Hermione since forever!
"I know right!" Stella smiled. "He grew more handsome over the summer. Please don't tell my dad that I had said that."
"He is handsome, isn't he?" Hermione smiled.
By the time the Weasleys and friends got to their tent, both twin boys were scowling. They couldn't help but overhear the girls' conversation about Cedric. They both hate him even more now.
The twins had betted their whole savings that Victor Krum will catch the snitch, but Ireland wins. Turns out they were right.
The game is over, and the group was celebrating the Ireland win. The twins were dancing like maniacs. Hermione and Stella were laughing at them. Ginny was scowling, while Harry was looking amused. Arthur left because he heard a noise outside.
"Looks like Ireland got their pride on." George smiled. Stella looked at him, doubtfully.
"I don't think that's Ireland," Stella and Harry said at the same time. Arthur came back inside looking very worried.
"Stella and Harry are right. It's not Ireland. We need to get out of here and to the forest. Bill would be by to check up on you shortly. Fred and George, Ginny is your responsibility! Go now!"
Stella was following Harry and Hermione to the forest. There were people in cloaks and masks setting fire to tents and other belongings. Death Eaters. Stella hopes her dad is not in this mix of people right now.
Stella had lost the group. Great. Just what I needed. She was watching a man cast the dark mark in the sky and she lost them. She spotted the forest and started sprinting towards it. Luckily, she spotted the twins with Ginny.
"Where's Harry and Hermione?" Fred asked.
"I lost them." Stella frowned. Cedric was walking towards the four.
"Hey, did you see the dark mark?" He asked. The Weasleys shook their heads. Stella nodded.
"I saw a man cast it, but I don't know where he went." She answered. Who was that man? He looked kind of familiar.
"My father is accusing Winky right now, of setting off the mark. She was discovered with a wand. Harry and the girl were discovered at the crime scene." Cedric said.
"Harry and Hermione are all right, right?" Stella asked, frantically. She wouldn't know what she would do if Harry and Hermione were injured. Cedric nodded.
"They ducked, about maybe, twenty stunning spells." Cedric said. Stella sighed in relief. Charlie walked into the forest all dirty.
"It's safe to come out now," He said. "You guys all right?" They all answered that they were fine. Cedric said goodbye and walked towards his father. The five were now met face to face with Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin.
"Look at this mess," He commented, looking around the campsite. Tents were burned, trees were still burning, but the Death Eaters were nowhere to be seen.
"What do you want, Malfoy? Where's your father, anyway?" Stella asked. "Did he leave with the other Death Eaters?" She added, smirking.
"What about your father?" Draco asked.
"What about him?" Stella asked, paling a bit. They met eye to eye.
"Your father still carries the mark. Did you know that?" Draco sneered. Stella glared at him.
"I did actually," Stella said calmly. "He wouldn't do something this stupid, though." Draco huffed, and walked away. The five met with the rest of the group and used the portkey to go back home to the Burrow where the potions master was waiting, arms crossed.