(This is just after Harry, Hermione and the Weasley's arrive at the Quidditch World Cup and are looking for their tent in GoF).
As they began to walk off in the direction the map pointed them in, a small group of teenagers walked past them laughing and mucking around. Harry noticed instantly that they had accents but he couldn't quite guess where they were from by their muffled giggling.
"Do people come from all over the world to watch, even if their country doesn't compete?" Harry asked as they squeezed past each other, as there was limited space in the over-crowded camping grounds.
"Oh yes. People from absolutely everywhere come to watch. I think everyone just loves the excuse to all meet up together," Mr. Weasley answered. "And show-off," he added as they past several tents that had obviously had magic modify them in some way as some had chimneys, added gardens and – to Harry's astonishment – several floors.
At that moment one of the passing teenagers wasn't looking where they were going and got their foot caught around a tent peg and its rope. She stumbled and in her panic grabbed hold of the closest person who happened to be Ron. He turned around suddenly at the unexpected touch and caused them both to unbalance and fall to the ground in a crumpled heap. Ron landed with a grunt and the girl burst into a fit of giggles before they tried to detangle themselves.
"Ouch," Ron groaned.
"I'm so sorry. I'm such a klutz; I fall over everything. I don't even know what I feel over then, it's usually my feet," the girl apologised between her giggles.
Harry instantly recognised her accent as Australian. Her friends sounded like they were too; Harry could hear them laughing just as hard behind them, offering no help. This was clearly too funny for them to interrupt.
"No harm done," Ron replied as he hauled himself back up to his feet.
Harry offered the girl his hand and helped her up.
"Thanks," she said taking his hand.
As she stood up she started brushing the leaves off the back of her coat. When she was standing Harry could see what see looked like more clearly. She was around their age, maybe a little older, slightly short and slightly curvy but wearing clothes that complemented her figure to its best; snug flared jeans and tight fitted singlet top with a shirt over the top worn open, just under her coat. She had short brown hair that wasn't quite long enough to all fit into her messy ponytail, so most of it fell nicely around her face. But it was her eyes that caught Harry's attention; they were like nothing Harry had ever seen. They were grey that gradually darkened until they were black around the edge of the iris. They were surrounded by a thick layer of black make-up that brought out the strange colouring more.
Harry watched as these eyes slowly looked up at his face then suddenly stopped at his forehead. He wanted to groan and hide his face as he saw her eyes bulge.
"Oh. My. God!" she gasped, making the words spread out over three separate sentences. "You're him! You're Harry Potter!"
Harry tried to give her a half-hearted laugh but it sounded more like a cough.
"Oh, I'm sorry, you must get so sick of people gawking at you all the time. It's just at the back of my mind I thought I might see you while I was over here, but I never thought I actually would see you!" she babbled at top speed. What she said made no sense to Harry but he could hear the twins trying to hide their laughter behind him.
"C'mon, Elle! Stop pestering the innocent. They've done nothing to deserve this punishment of your endless babble," one of her friends called.
She blushed. "Sorry, again," she said to both Harry and Ron before she ran back to her friends.
"Do you always have that affect on girls, Ron?" Fred laughed.
"Shut up!" Ron snapped back at him.
The twins continued to laugh even harder as Ron's face turned red.
(When Harry, Ron and Hermione are walking from the water tap, back to the tent).
As they walked they saw many Hogwarts students, each one just as excited as Harry, Ron and Hermione were to be there. Harry suddenly caught a glimpse of Cedric Diggory standing with a group of his Hufflepuff friends, as well as some other kids he didn't recognise. Harry couldn't help not noticing that it was mostly girls that made up most of the small group, each one looking at Cedric with clear interest. One of them seemed to have gotten his attention as they stood close together, arms touching. He was leaning down over her, always looking at her face. The other girls were glowering at her with jealousy. As they got closer Harry suddenly recognised the girl at Cedric's side. It was the girl that fell onto Ron, Elle; he remembered her friends had called her.
Ron obviously noticed her too. He glared at both of them.
"Oh Ron, it was an accident, she did apologise for it. And as for Cedric, when will you get over the fact that Gryffindor lost a Quidditch match. It's not the end of the world," Hermione said looking at Ron's sour face.
"That has nothing to do with it, Hermione. And she's just plain weird," Ron answered back.
"And this has nothing to do with Fred and George's taunts?" Hermione noticed that Ron didn't have a problem with her before.
"No!" he snapped. "Like I said, she's just weird."
Hermione rolled her eyes not wanting to continue the argument.
Cedric looked up, taking his eyes from Elle's, and smiled and waved as they walked past. Harry and Hermione returned the wave while Ron pretended he didn't see them. The girl called Elle looked up to their direction then quickly looked down at her feet blushing again, still embarrassed about what happened before. Noticing her sudden embarrassment, Cedric looked down at her again, asking her what was wrong. Her face became more flushed as he spoke to her.
Harry couldn't ignore the sudden pang of jealousy he felt at the amount of female attention Cedric was receiving. He had always been very popular with girls at Hogwarts with his kind nature and handsome face; it wasn't uncommon to see girls blush when he spoke to them.
(Just after the Death Eater's arrive at the Quidditch World Cup, before the Dark Mark appears).
They kept on running in the same direction of the crowd. Harry noticed several people staying back trying to save their tents, packing everything at top speed, but fear made them clumsy.
"Why would you? It's just stuff, it can be replaced," Harry heard Hermione mutter behind him. In his mind, Harry agreed with her.
The screaming continued as they ran further into the trees. It was getting much darker and Harry could barely see much in front of him.
Suddenly one scream seemed to be much closer than all the others. Harry's eyes squinted as he tried to see where it was coming from. To the right of them he could just make out the outline of a girl being dragged along, kicking frantically trying to get away.
As they got closer he realised it was the same girl they had met earlier, Elle. She was being pulled back as if someone had their arm around her neck in a chokehold, but Harry couldn't see the person dragging her. It was so dark he couldn't even see the arm that was pulling her back.
"Should we help her?" he asked Ron and Hermione.
"Umm..." Hermione said looking around the crowd. Nobody else seemed to have noticed.
"Help me! Somebody please!" her screams continued. "Let go of me!" Her arms flew around trying to push off the hidden attacker; it didn't seem to make much of a difference.
"C'mon," Harry said making up his mind, pulling the others towards her.
But the crowd was getting bigger and they were being pushed further away from her. Harry tried to push past them but it soon became impossible. He could see more flashes of light from spells coming from behind the crowd; they were getting closer. Everyone was panicking and only concentrating on getting themselves as far away from danger as possible, completely ignoring Harry's attempts to squeeze past them.
"Harry!" he heard Hermione call. He turned to see that they had gotten separated; the bodies crammed against him were pushing him still. He let the crowd push him back then managed to squeeze himself back to them.
"I couldn't get through," he yelled over the crowd frantically.
"Well we tried. You can't always be the hero, Harry. We've got to keep ourselves safe too," Hermione said. Harry wanted to snap something back at her but she continued to talk getting more frantic. "Oh, where are Ginny and the twins? I haven't seen them," she said anxiously, pulling at Harry's arm.
Harry looked over his shoulder one last time. He couldn't see Elle anywhere. Maybe someone else had helped her. Maybe...