Daughter of Power

Only doing this story because it is already finished and it's kind of short. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter!

Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and Devon Eddril apparated to the Quidditch World Cup. Devon was a gorgeous sight to see, her long dark hair pulled up into a ponytail and curled, (A/N: I have an obsession kind of with like dark hair and light eyes. Just an F.Y.I. maybe next time I'll make a different combination :P) her bright blue eyes popping next to her bangs. On the outside Devon looked joyful, but on the inside she thought about how her father cared about his power more than her. At the same time she was overfilled with love and excitement. Devon and Draco were gushing about the Bulgarian Quidditch team. "Krum is the best seeker in the world." Draco looked like a little kid in a candy shop as he said this. "Next to you, of course." Devon smirked, making Draco blush. "Come along now kids. This is no time for flirting." Lucius said but the corners of his mouth turned up. Devon saw this. Whenever she was with the Malfoys, her protectors, she felt loved. Lucius stopped. "Look at it this way, if it rains you'll be the first to know." He scoffed at a family of redheads and a boy who looked familiar to Devon. They continued walking and Draco added, "We're in the Minister's box by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." "Don't boast Draco. There's no need with these people." Lucius gave a dirty look to the family. "These people? People are people Lucius. You should know that. Grow up and act you age for once." Devon ordered. A boy named Ron and a boy named Harry exchanged looks. "Of course Miss." Lucius looked at the wood floor. "Miss?" A girl named Hermione questioned. "Well yeah I'm De-" Devon was cut off by a man who worked in the Ministry of Magic. "Devon Eddril, how are you?" "Quite well, sire." Devon smiled. "Well we best be running along." Arthur said. "Bye." Devon replied as the family left to their seats. "I do hope there will be no more incidents like that or I might have to tell my father that you just don't want to be a part of his army anymore." Devon let the side that resembled her father show. It rarely did. "You don't even know where he is." Draco spat. He hardly ever told Devon such hurtful things. Fighting back tears she ran to see where that family went.

After she found them the game was nearly starting. "May I join you?" Devon asked. "Wouldn't you rather be in the Minister's Box with the Malfoys?" Harry questioned. "At the moment, not really. I'd rather watch Bulgaria win without apologies buzzing in my ear." Devon answered. "You can join then." Ron smiled. "Thanks." Devon said right as the Irish team came in. "Fancy display, ain't it." Ron stated. "Yes, I suppose. The Irish are good with their fireworks but Bulgaria takes home the gold with Viktor Krum as their seeker." Devon agreed. Then the Bulgarians rushed in on their broomsticks. "Whoa!" Harry, Ron, and Devon awed as Viktor Krum's name started to be chanted. The game began.

The Irish had won the cup to Devon's dismay and she made her way back to the tent alone. Unfortunately, Draco was waiting for her. "Dev, I'm sorry." He said running up to her. "Wow you actually said sorry, points for effort." Devon said with sarcasm. "Devon, I'm serious. I never should've said that to you." "You're right, Draco, you shouldn't have." Devon sat down. There was a boom. Devon's arm started to hurt. She lifted her sleeve to reveal her father's mark. "We have to go." Draco said grabbing Devon's other arm. They ran out of the tent. Everyone was in a panic, fire burned through the camp. The two ran as fast as they could to the farthest place and hid. Both of them sat with their knees up, leaning against each other. Devon passed out from the pain in her arm. (A/N: Devon's "tattoo" is going to be kind of like Harry's scar.)

When she woke, Devon and Draco had gone back to the campsite. It was destroyed. In the middle of the site, Harry was on the ground. "I'll be right back." Devon told Draco and rushed towards Harry. She got there and so did Hermione and Ron. But not before she saw a familiar death eater kicking some tent remains around. Her father's mark, the dark mar, appeared in the sky. "Barty." Devon muttered then ran back to Draco. Lucius was there too. "Your father will rise again, Devon. Be proud." He stated, looking up at the mark of the Dark Lord. "Proud? Of him? Never." Devon mumbled. "What was that?" Lucius asked. "Nothing, nothing at all." She shook her head.