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Warning Signs

It was a hot summers day, and the tension in the Dursley's home was almost as high as the temperature. Harry looked around the room at the hate-filled glares coming from his relatives. Although they were related by blood, he would never consider these people his family, or this house his home. He looked out the window, then back at the letter in his hands. He smiled at Mrs. Weasley's curvey handwriting. It said someone would be picking him up today at precisely 4 o'clock pm. It was only 3:30, but he had his bags packed since he got the letter days ago. He finally decided that it was late enough for him to bring his things downstairs. He got to his room and notices Hedwig's cage was still empty. He had sent a letter to Sirius over a week ago, asking about a dream he had been having. His mind wandered as the thought of Sirius, and where in the world he could be. He wasn't paying attention to his task at hand, and his trunk slipped from his hand, and clanked down the stairs, taking down a few picture frames with it.

"DON'T BANG THAT BLASTED TRUNK ON MY STAIRS BOY" howled Vernon Dursley.

Harry reluctantly went down the stairs to meet his uncle's furry.

"And to think. After all those years we clothed and fed you, you still act like such a delinquent!"

Harry tried to walk past him but the man grabbed his arm with his thick, meaty hands, and pulled him close enough for Harry to smell the Stink of his breath.

"Try not to break anything while we're gone" he said through gritted teeth, and he left the house, with his Aunt Petunia trotting off after him.

Harry took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He only had to deal this this for a little bit longer, and he'd be free. Things unfortunately got worse, when his dreadful cousin came wobbling through the door. He looked down at Harry's trunk and grinned.

"Leaving so soon Harry" He cracked his knuckles and grinned in anticipation. "But we've haven't even begun to make up for lost time."

Harry ducked as Dudley took a swing at him, causing his glasses to fly off of his face. Dudley settled for stomping on Harry's glasses, and walked upstairs to his room laughing to himself. Harry had just started feeling around for his glasses, when the fireplace began to glow green, and one by one the Weasley boys were spewed from the flames.

"Hey mate" grinned Ron sheepishly

"Hello Harry!" called Arthur, "What on earth happened to your glasses?"

Harry held them up,

"Just an accident" he said, and Arthur easily fixed them with the swish of the wand, and looked around the room.

"Where are your Aunt and Uncle? Won't they be seeing you off?"

Harry put his glasses back on and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"No they had something they needed to do. We can just leave."

The man studied Harry for a moment, then called to Fred and George to gather Harry's things, and they headed back to the Burrow.

It was early the following morning, and Harry couldn't decide where to look. He was already amazed by the magical tent they stayed in, and looked around at all the different people that were there. There seemed to be so many different kinds of witches and wizards, from seemingly every country he could think of. He felt a tug on his arm as Hermione pulled him along, to keep him from getting lost in the crowd. Mr. Weasley's friend had scored them amazing tickets. They got to sit at the top box, with the Minister of Magic, and many other important magic authorities that he didn't know. After climbing the many stairs and reached their seats, Harry relaxed a bit. He was turned facing his friends, talking and laughing, when all of a sudden he saw their faces fall, and heard a cold voice behind him.

"Arthur" it said rather dryly.

Harry turned around to see Lucius Malfoy, with his son Draco.

"I wonder how you could have ever afforded these tickets. It was too kind of the ministry to bring you to this event as a charity case"

He smirked, feeling as though he had adequately put down the Weasley family. He then turned to Harry, and sneered,

"Potter." and turned to greet Minister Fudge, his son following closely behind.

"Don't listen to him" he told his friend, whose face was as red as his hair.

They watched as the blonde haired snakes moved further and further away, when he noticed someone point at him. He looked to see two girls, about his age. One had gorgeous blonde hair, tan skin, and blue eyes, while the other girl was fair skinned with deep red hair, and a pair of piercing emerald eyes. They locked eye contact for a moment, and Harry was unsure what he was feeling. However, the moment quickly passed when the girls moved on to take their seats.

Arielle had never been much of a Quidditch fan. She didn't find the appeal in the large crowds, unintelligible shouts, and the large consumption of firewhiskey. However, her friend Fleur was insistent that she come to the Cup with her family. She had her long, deep red hair pulled back into a high ponytail, feeling the warm August breeze dance across the back of her neck. She was wearing deep blue muggle denim jeans, paired with an emerald green v-neck. She didn't feel any allegiance to the Ireland team, but Fleur insisted she wear it, since it brought out her green eyes. The final touch to her outfit was a simple, silver locket, with one white easter lily, taking up a majority of the oval shape. Arielle wore this every day. In it contained a letter from her mother, and along with the locket, it was the only piece of any family she had. She rubbed her thumb over the flower absently, as she often did, looking around at all of the witches and wizards from all over the world make their way to the stand. She felt an arm hook hers, pulling her along giggling.

"Arielle 'urry! We don't want to miss zee opening!"

Arielle rolled her eyes, and jogged to keep up with her giddy friend.

The Delacour family is fairly wealthy, and seeing that her father was good friends with Monsieur Pierre Bertrand, a french diplomat who happens to be very close with Cornelius Fudge, they had obtained highly coveted seats, up in the watch box above the stands. While Arielle did not care for quidditch, she was excited to see all of the different diplomats from all of the different countries. They reached the top, and were immediately greeted by Minister Fudge.

"Ah you must be the Delacour family! It is a pleasure to meet you, Pierre has spoken of you in the highest regards."

He shook hands with Monsieur Delacour, as his eyes scanned the family, stopping on her.

"And you are?" he asked, extending his hand to her.

"Arielle" she said, and noticed he waited for her to give a surname "Just Arielle."

Fudge's eyes lingered on a girl for a moment, then smiled.

"Pleasure to meet you, Arielle" and he moved on the the next group.

Arielle watched Fudge leave, and decided she wasn't a fan of the man. Fleur tugged on Arielle's hand, and pointed to the front row.

"Look!" she whispered "Eets 'Arry Potter!"

Arielle followed Fleur's hand to the boy, finding him almost immediately. The famous boy's eyes met hers for just a moment, then quickly looked away, leaving the both of them with an odd feeling, that they just couldn't place.

The teams made their entrances, and everyone the audience was going wild, cheering for their favorite players. She almost didn't hear her friend as he jogged up the steps to them.

"Hey guys sorry I'm late!"

Both girls rolled their eyes, as their friend made his way to them. He sat himself down right in between them, putting his arms around the two of them.

"And how are my two favorite ladies doing today"

Fleur giggled and Arielle sighed, pushing his arm off of her shoulders. Marius Durand was the third, and frequently late part of their trio. He was much taller than either of the girls, with sun kissed skin, chocolate brown hair, and brown eyes that were so light, they were almost golden.

"You meessed Victor Krum!" said Fleur with her thick french accent.

And with that Fleur and Marius went into a deep conversation about Viktor Krum, and Arielle let her mind wander. She watched the game on and off, not really following. Her eyes scanned over the people sitting in the box, when she noticed the Boy Who Lived. He was sitting in a sea of red hair, his jet black hair sticking out like a sore thumb. She let her eyes linger on him for a moment longer, then continued to scan the box. Her heart stopped when she saw long white blonde hair. The Malfoys. She could feel the hairs on her neck rise, and goosebumps form across her skin. She knew her fear was irrational. They didn't know who she was. SHE didn't even know who she was. But the fact that this man and his family had worked for Voldemort made something unpleasant stir within her. She tried peeling her eyes away, but she couldn't. Suddenly, the smaller of the two Malfoy men turned around, cold grey eyes meeting hers. She held her breath and tried not to look back. He showed no signs of recognition, and smirking, turned back to the game. She kept looking at the back of his head, until she felt Marius' hand on her leg.

"Hey Ari are you ok?"

She shook her head and looked down, then back up to him, and mustered a smile.

"Yeah I'm fine." she brought her attention back to the game and didn't dare look back at the Malfoy boy, now that Marius was watching her.

After the game the Marius parted with the girls to return to his Uncle, who he'd been staying with for the summer, and the girls listened to Monsieur Delacour curse the Irish, accusing them of cheating. Fleur rolled her eyes at her father, and began babbling about a cute American boy she had seen. Arielle never really enjoyed talking about silly things like this, but she enjoyed Fleur's company and was happy to let her ramble on. They got back to their tent, and began preparing for bed. Arielle changed into her night clothes, wrapping her sweater closer to her body. The cold August night air seeped through the tent, and Monsieur Delacour went to go place a warming charm around the area. The girls bid Fleur's parents goodnight, and moved to their room in the tent. Fleur immediately flopped on the bed, and pouted as Arielle pulled out her book.

"Arielle please, put down zee book and 'ave fun! Summer eez almost over. Save zee books for school"

She marched over to her and took the book from her hands.

"Did you see ze way Marius was staring at you! 'e eez soooooo in love wiz you"

She winked at Arielle and danced around the room, holding the book as her dance partner.

"Oh come on Fleur. Marius is like a brother to me. Nothing could ever happen between us"

Fleur lifted up her hands and tossed back the book.

"If you say so"

Arielle just rolled her eyes and said goodnight to Fleur, dimming her light so it was just bright enough to read with. Fleur and Arielle had been roommates since their first year at Beauxbatons, and were quite use to each other's bed-time regiments. She turned the page of her very battered copy ofSecrets of the Darkest Arts. Arielle had pulled all the money she ever earned into her research on the Dark Arts. After all, if she wanted to survive, she needed to. Her hands went back to her locket as she thought of her mother. She pulled out the letter and read it yet again, her hands running over her mother's delicate script. She often thought of what kind of person her mother was. Obviously very brave to have tried to hide her daughter from He Who Must Not be Named. But she also often found herself thinking of her father. The only thing her mother wrote of him was to be cautious near him, but to give him a chance. Where her parents still together? Or was her mother running away from such a man. If he is her father, why would she have to give him a chance? Also by the way her mother wrote the letter, it sounded as if she would meet her father one day. Maybe after it was all over, and Voldemort was permanently defeated, her parents would come and find her. Chills ran down her spine as she thought of Voldemort. If he or his followers were ever to return, they could go after her. That was the whole reason her mother had left her, and given her this note. She was giving the only gift she could to help her on her quest. The gift of ignorance. If no one knew who she was, and where she came from, then it would be almost impossible for Voldemort to find and her. She didn't know all of the details, but she knew that if Voldemort were to find her, that he would immediately kill her. She took a deep breath and refolded the parchment, tucking it back to safety in her locket. She went back to her book and began to study again, pushing all thoughts of her family and future to the back of her mind, and focused on the most important thing at hand, surviving.

Screams broke through the stagnant air, and Arielle jumped to her feet, wand in hand. She had fallen asleep at her desk, reading. She looked over at Fleur, who was sleepily sitting up in her bed, a confused look on her face. Arielle threw a jacket at her friend.

"Something's wrong" she stated firmly, causing Fleur to stir out of bed, and get dressed.

Madame Delacour ran into the girls room seconds later.

"Girls we must 'urry. The camp eez under attack!"

Fleur and Arielle quickly followed the two adults out of the tent.

"We must go and 'elp zee ozers. Run into zee woods, and 'ide yourselves. We will meet back 'ere when zee attack eez over"

Arielle nodded her head and grabbed Fleur's hand, and started running towards the woods. Marius rand into them just as the were running from the tent.

"Are you guys ok?" he asked.

"We will be if we can make it to the woods" Arielle said and the three of them took off.

Tents all around them were flaming, screams peeling through the air. Body's were on the ground, and in the distance, she could see a group of masked figures marching in their direction. Arielle pulled Fleur down so that they were in a crouched run, and Marius followed their lead. They met the trees, and paused in the bushes, to catch their breath. It was too late to move when Arielle realized the group of men were right by them. The three were frozen in the shrub, watching the masked men levitate the muggle family that ran the camp in the air. Suddenly, Arielle noticed the long, bleach blonde hair poking out from one of the masks, and she felt her heart pound, finally realizing who these men were. Immediately, Arielle grabbed her friend's hands, and sprinted further into the woods. She doubted the men could hear them running over everyone's screams, but she couldn't stand being so close to them. They kept running and running until they were out of breath again. The group collapsed onto the ground, and Fleur panted.

"Arielle… who… who were… zose men?"

Arielle raised her eyes, glowing dangerously bright in the dark night, and replied in a barely audible whisper

"Death Eaters".

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