Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter 1-7. It is owned by JK Rowling.

I'd just like to tell any of you that are reading this that I have not read the books, and you can tell by the amount of movie-ness in these past few stories... BUT I do have several Harry Potter geeky friends that have told me enough that in this one and the next stories, there will be more book moments. I promise!

And here begins the 4th installment of the Rebecca series! Enjoy! Review!

Name: Rebecca Adhara Sherwood

Parents: Gregory and Ambrosia Sherwood

Gifts: Witch and a Metamorphmagus

Blood-Status: Pure Blood

Status: Well off (Rich)

True Features: Unknown

Current Features:

Hair: Uber-Long Straight Dark Golden (Dirty Blond)

Eyes: Golden

Age: 14

School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

House: Gryffindor

Patronus: Unknown

Friends: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger

Family friends; Draco Malfoy (unfortunately), Cedric Diggory

Amount of times she's asked to go to Quidditch World Cup: Tons

"There is no way I am letting my… daughter… go to the World Cup with those freaky, muggle-loving, blood-traitor's!" my father, Gregory Sherwood, yelled angrily his arms raised in the air.

"Those 'blood-traitor's' are my friends!" I growled at him, but immediately dropped my eyes when he whirled on me, eyes angry.

"You are not going. That is the end of it," my father finished angrily before stomping off.

I sighed and slumped down into my chair. The Weasleys had invited Harry, Hermione and I to go to the International Quidditch Cup with them. So far everyone could go… but me.

"Don't worry sweetie, I'll sneak you out," my mother, Ambrosia, whispered with a mischievous smile on her face. "Do you think they'd mind if you stayed with them till the beginning of the year?"

"Well, I think Harry and Hermione are staying over-"

"Good," my mother smiled. She then pulled me with her until we were standing in my room, something clutched in her hand. "I was meaning to give this to you Christmas, but I think it'd be handy now, don't you think?"

She handed it to me and I unraveled the bundle until I was holding either a large purse or a satchel. It was cute, it was black with red stars all over it and red stitching, it actually almost reminded me of my wand. My wand was completely black with red engravings all in it, looking like it was cracking with age.

I looked up at my mother and gave her a quizzical look before she rolled her eyes and took it from me. She opened the top flap, unzipped it and reached her hand in. My eyes went wide when her arm went in farther than the bag was deep.

"A purse with an Undetectable Extension Charm put on it!" I gasped, nearly ripping it out of her hands to look down into it.

"It will hold as much as you need it to hold, and it's permanent, no going back with that bag," my mother smiled. I quickly attacked her with a huge hug which she returned with a chuckle. "Now let's start filling it up,"

We started filling it with my trunk for Hogwarts, my school books, and everything else I would need for going to the World Cup. But when I glanced over at Athena with a questioning look on my face, mum told me that she'd just send her to me, and to stop debating about putting the bird in the bag.

"How am I going to get there?" I asked before I smiled. "Look at me, I sound like Cinderella going to the ball," I chuckled, using a muggle bedtime story reference.

"Don't worry about that," she smiled.

The next morning my mother woke me up extremely early and took me to our living room fireplace, a jar full of floo powder in her hand. My bag was around my shoulders, and much lighter than I would have thought it would be. My mother winked at me as I moved into the fireplace, getting a hand full of powder in her hands.

"Have fun, darling. And don't worry about your father, he'll come around eventually," my mother smiled.

I rolled my eyes as her. "I'm still waiting for him to be alright with the fact I'm friends with Harry Potter," I said quickly.

"Friends are forever, the World Cup is for a day," she pointed out before handing me a bag full of money.

"They'll never take it," I sighed, taking it from her.

"Well, if you can't leave it behind on the kitchen table 'accidentally', then you can have it," Mum shrugged. I rolled my eyes. "Ready to go?"

"Yep. Love you, mum," I smiled.

"Love you too," she smiled. "The Weasley's burrow!" She threw the powder at my feet and green flames engulfed me before I was suddenly thrown out another fireplace, hitting hard into someone's trunk.

"Ow," I moaned before standing.

"Who is it?" I heard Mrs. Weasley call before she came around the corner, wiping off her hands. "Oh Rebecca! How are you dear?" Mrs. Weasley greeted, giving me a huge hug. "Is that all you brought?"

"Undetectable Extension Charm, my mum gave it to me," I explained, getting a smile from her.

"A good woman your mother," Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"Actually, she wanted me to give you this. It's for my ticket," I explained as I stretched out my hand that had the money in it, although I was sure there was a little extra in the bag. Mrs. Wealsey's eyes went wide before she smiled and started to shake her head.

"No need, dear, we don't except charity. Besides, Arthur got the tickets from a friend at the Ministry,"

"My mother is aware of that, but she still wanted to thank you and have me give you this," I said stretching my hand out farther.

"No. No, no, no," Mrs. Weasley chirped, shaking her head.

I rolled my eyes. Plan B; hide it in their house and hope they don't give it back. "Alright then, but could I help you with anything?" I asked.

"Well, I'm finished with breakfast. Could you go up and wake the boys?" she asked, turning around and heading back to the kitchen.

"Um, sure," I said quickly.

I slowly walked up the stairs that Mrs. Weasley had nodded to and started to slowly walk up them, carefully checking every door I past to see if there was a boy I needed to wake. The first door I past was Ginny's who was up and dressed, combing her hair. The next was empty, along with the next, but the next one had Fred and George in it.

I walked in slowly and leaned over one of them and shyly shook them, telling them to wake up. After a minute of that I sighed walked back to the door, banging on it like a drum.

The twins jumped up in surprise, one even falling out of bed and onto the floor. "Hey! What was that for?" they both growled groggily.

"I only know two ways to wake people up, politely and rudely, and only rude ever seems to work," I admitted. "Your mother has breakfast ready,"

"So formal… Mother," they said, poking me. "Wait, you said breakfast? Breakfast!" they both smiled before pushing me out of their room, slamming the door shut in my face.

I rolled my eyes and continued on to the next room which was at the top of two flights of stairs. I peeked inside to find that the small room held two beds, one of which held Ron, who looked more so dead than asleep. In the other bed, however, lay Harry, tossing and turning in his sleep, moaning as if in pain.

I quickly flicked the lights on and walked over to him and started shacking him, trying to get him awake. "Harry! Harry! Harry, wake up!"

He started awake and stared at me for a moment with sleep fogged eyes before he focused. "Rebecca?"

"How'd you know?" I smiled, rubbing a hand over his shoulder before taking a step back and away from him.

I was happy that he had recognized me since I had changed my appearance a bit. I now looked less like my grandmother at thirteen and more like my grandmother at sixteen (since there was no picture in between) but I know had a softer face, closer to the one that was my true face. I had also grown my hair out as well, until it look extremely long and unevenly cut near my hips, kind of like how muggle mermaids were supposed to look.

"You alright?"

"Bad dream," he admitted. "When did you get here?"

"Just now. Have you ever traveled by floo powder?" I asked as I moved over to the side of Ron's bed.

"Once, bad experience," Harry muttered.

I nodded before yelling down at Ron; "Wake up!" He jumped and then grabbed his blankets, covering himself as if there was something to cover. "Come on you two. Your mother has got breakfast done," I told them as I headed back to the door, but I turned around in tome to see Ron starting to fall back asleep. "And don't fall back asleep or I'll come in and use Levicorpus on you," I warned.

Ron gave Harry a confused look.

"Levicorpus?"

Harry just shrugged.

"Oh just come on," I groaned before I walked out the door and back downstairs.

After Hermione arrived and we finished breakfast, we all grabbed our stuff and headed out, following Mr. Weasley. I had placed the bag of money underneath my plate which I (against ingrained habit) left of the table, and hoped that Mrs. Weasley would take it.

"Ron, where are we actually going?" I could hear Harry ask Ron.

"Don't know," Ron said with a shrug. "Hey, Dad! Where are we going?"

"Haven't the foggiest,"

I laughed and skipped up to where Hermione and Ginny were walking, talking amongst themselves. I kept up with them, not really paying any attention to them, but just looking around the forest we were walking through, which was extremely beautiful.

"Arthur!" I jumped as someone yelled but smiled as I recognized who was yelling. It was Amos Diggory, one of my mother's many acquaintances through the Ministry.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley smiled back before the two embraced each other happily before Mr. Weasley turned and introduced him to the rest of us.

"Hello, Mr. Diggory," I smiled, waving as I got closer.

"Why Rebecca! It's been a long time," he smiled before a tall handsome boy dropped out of no where.

"Oh, hello," Ginny smiled, putting emphasis on each syllable, as she and Hermione came up to flank me.

"He is cute," Hermione whispered.

"Cedric!" I exclaimed running forward to give him a huge hug that he wasn't expecting. "What, you don't recognize me?" I smiled.

"Oh yeah, you're that annoying girl that used to follow me around. What was your name? Rita? Renée?" Cedric smiled, clearly kidding.

"Hey!" I exclaimed sarcastically, smacking him lightly on the arm. Then I turned to the girls and smiled. "This is Cedric Diggory everyone, one of my few friends before he went off to Hogwarts," I smiled. "Cedric, this is Hermione Granger, and Ginny Weasley," I introduced them as they approached, the two of them smiling shyly.

"A pleasure to meet the both of you," Cedric smiled as he shook both of their hands. Then he turned to everyone else and told us to follow him.

"You know him?" Hermione asked.

"Your welcome," I said quickly with a smile.

We kept walking until the sun finally came up, and we came to a grass covered hill where Mr. Diggory told us, "It's just over there," Ginny ran ahead and stopped in front of something. As I got closer, I could see a dirty old boot that looked as if someone had left it there, tired of looking at it. "We don't want to be late. Get yourselves into a good position around it," Mr. Diggory and Mr. Weasley kept saying as we finally all were standing around the boot as the hill top.

"Why are hey all standing around the manky old boot?" Harry asked.

"That isn't just any manky old boot, mate," "It's a Portkey," the twins explained.

"Oh!" I smiled finally understanding as I kneeled down next to it, putting a hand on it.

"What's a Portkey?" Harry asked.

"Grab on and you'll see," I told him, yanking him down by his arm as Mr. Weasley began to count down.

"Three!"

Everything started to spin and Hermione, Ginny and I screamed, though I screamed mostly for the thrill of it all.

"Let go!"

"What?" Almost all of us yelled.

"Let go!"

I squeezed my eyes shut and let go, and felt myself go flying and spinning in the air before I hit something hard, which I realized was the ground. I looked up then to see Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory and Cedric all floating down easily, making me want to hit something. Oh wait, I already had… the ground.

I struggled to my feet in a huff before following Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory and Cedric as they led the way toward the sound of a crowd. Hermione and Ginny finally caught up to me as I cleared the hill and ended up looking down at a huge camp, waiting to watch the World Cup.

We then descended the hill and made our way through the crowd, some people jugging, some people still setting up, some just talking, some flying around on brooms, some getting their team spirit on.

Soon we split off from the Diggory's and I quickly gave Cedric a hug before he waved to us all and went with his dad. "Friendly with a Hufflepuff?" Ginny giggled in my ear. I rolled my eyes and ignored her as we neared our own small looking tent.

"Home, sweet home," Mr. Weasley smiled as he opened the flap for us to go in. Inside was much larger, and was filled with bunches of different rooms and bunks to sleep on. Immediately I spotted the girls area and ran, throwing my stuff on the first bottom bunk I saw before Hermione and Ginny started pillow fighting over the top bunk instead of the cot across the way.

"Ron, get out of the kitchen. We're all hungry," Mr. Weasley yelled.

"Yeah, get out of the kitchen, Ron!" yelled the twins.

"Feet off the table!" Mr. Weasley yelled to the twins.

"Feet off the table!" the twin called back, taking their feet off the table before putting them right back on. I rolled my eyes and laughed at them.

Before long we were heading up to our seats, and I was huffing and puffing all the way up, wishing I could Apparate already.

"Blimey, Dad, how far up are we?" Ron asked as he looked over the railing.

"Well let's put it this way…" said an arrogant voice a level down. I looked down to see none other than platinum blond number one and number two. Lucius Malfoy and Draco Malfoy. "If it rains… you'll be the first to know," I rolled my eyes at his obnoxious attitude.

"Father and I will be in the Minister's box. By personal invitation from the Minister himself, Cornelius Fudge," Draco boasted happily before Mr. Malfoy smacked him in the chest with his cane.

"Don't boast Draco," Lucius said. "There's no need to with these people… not even with Miss Sherwood," Draco smirked up at me as I glared down at the two of them.

"Hey Hermione," I said loudly with a bit of a smile. "Remember that time you punched Draco square in the jaw and I didn't have a camera," I could see Draco glaring darkly at me, but I ignored him. "I'm still annoyed by the fact I didn't have a camera," I sighed dramatically.

"Come on," Harry muttered, turning me away, as if they would say something more to harm me if I didn't. But Harry stopped suddenly, turning halfway back and I looked back to see that Mr. Malfoy had caught him by his shoe, using the serpent head shaped handle of his cane.

"Do enjoy yourself," he said, a bit sadistically. "-while you can," And then he walked off.

"Why did you do that?" Hermione hissed at me as we kept walking up the stairs to our seats.

"Because it was funny," I smiled.

"You punched Malfoy?" one of the twins asked Hermione as the two of them came up to flank her. I watched Hermione as she slowly nodded.

"Bloody brilliant!" the other exclaimed with a smile. "Would've never guessed ya had it in ya,"

Hermione rolled her eyes as we finally reached our seats.

The Irish had won, narrowly, but well enough. Fred and George were now dancing around the tent pretending to be Irishmen as they sang an Irish sounding song. Harry and Ron however, couldn't let Krum go and kept chanting his name along with the song.

Then Ron stepped up on a low table. "There is no one like Krum!"

"Krum?" "Dumb Krum?" the twins asked before starting to walk about the tent like big apes and clumsy birds as they mumbled; "Dumb Krum!"

"He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind," Ron continued. "He's more than an athlete… he's an artist,"

"I think you're in love, Ron," I smiled as I walked past him, skipping and doing the Cupid, bow and arrow thing.

"Oh shut up," Ron muttered, glaring at me.

But the twins wouldn't let it go.

"Viktor, I love you! Viktor, I do!"

Then Harry and I joined in happily, Harry and I grabbing each other and trying to do a bad version of a barn dance.

"When we're apart my heart beats only for you!"

"Wow, sounds like the Irish have got their pride on," one of the twins commented as he and I looked back at the opening of the tent, but then Mr. Weasley ran in.

"It's not the Irish. Everyone, we have to leave. Now!" I quickly grabbed my bag and ran outside with everyone.

As I emerged from the tent, I found everyone in the camp running and screaming around us, as things began to explode and catch fire. I then caught sight of who was wreaking the havoc as I heard a strange and dark chant.

"Death Eaters!" "Get out!" "Run!" "It's the Death Eaters!"

"Get back to the Portkey!" Mr. Weasley yelled to us as everyone took off. I tried to keep up, holding onto Harry's hand for dear life, but it was when someone suddenly slammed into me that I let go. I fell back and onto the ground, getting the wind knocked out of me and probably a few new bruises.

"Rebecca!" Harry yelled.

I could hear them all yelling after me, but I couldn't see anything through the mass of legs, let alone get up. So I curled up into a ball as people tripped over me, kicked me and kneed me hard. When it finally stopped, at what felt like an hour later, I stumbled to my feet with a painful groan, my bag hanging against my hip and gently pulled out my wand. I then stumbled around the camp, trying to find someone, preferably not a Death Eater.

The first thing I saw was a body, laid out on the ground, either dead or unconscious. I walked over to it and looked down at that familiar face and found that it was none other than Harry.

I dropped to my knees and took his shoulders into my hands. "Harry," I whispered, shaking him. "Harry!"

I looked up into the camp, trying to find someone to help me when I saw a man walking through the wreckage, kicking things over and walking aimlessly before pointing his wand to the sky and yelling, "Morsmordre!" A green light popped out from the end of his wand and shot into the air, creating a gigantic glowing dark mark in the sky.

I heard Harry moving next to me so I gently squeezed his shoulders and hoped he would stop moving… unfortunately he didn't.

"Rebecca?"

At the sound of Harry's voice, the man turned. After an agonizingly moment he suddenly started stalking toward us, wand in hand.

"Up!" I hissed and yanked Harry to his feet. Once up, Harry in turn, yanked me to the nearest, least destroyed tent, where we hid, watching him draw closer until-

"Harry! Rebecca!" "Where are you?"

The man stumbled to a stop before he turned tail and ran for it. I sighed relief and let my head fall against Harry's shoulder before I heard footsteps coming up behind us.

"Found ya!" Ron sighed, grabbing onto Harry while Hermione attacked me with a hug.

"What is that?" Harry exclaimed, looking to the sky for the first time before he hissed in pain and grabbed his forehead.

A whooshing sound made me look around to find that at least six men had surrounded us by wisping and now had their wands aimed for us.

"Stupefy!"

Harry yanked me down as the jinxes all came soaring at us, narrowly missing us as the four of us huddled together.

"Stop!" came a voice I had grown to know well. "That's my son!" Mr. Weasley yelled as he pushed past the men and ran over to us. "Are you all alright?"

"We were coming back for Harry and Rebecca," Ron tried to explain.

But then a man in a bowler hat ran up to us, flailing his wand, pointing it in all of our faces. "Which of you conjured it?" he yelled. "Do not lie! You've been discovered at the scene of the crime!"

"Crime?" Harry asked, confused.

"It's the Dark Mark," I told him pointing to the sky. "It's his mark,"

"Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"We saw a man," I said quickly, getting the man's attention. "Over there in a dark trench coat… I saw him make the Mark in the sky. I didn't see his face though," The man turned and looked over where I had pointed before gesturing for the rest of his men to follow him.

"A man?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"I didn't see his face either," Harry said quickly, nodding. "Those men… in the masks… they're Voldemort's followers?"

Mr. Weasley nodded. "Death Eaters,"