The next day, the house buzzed with excitement.
Molly and Arthur were awake as early as four o'clock, running around the house, making sure everything was in order. Molly started to cook breakfast and clean, getting everything prepared for them. After Molly and Arthur, Fred and George woke up, getting ready as well.
As for the other people in the household, it took them a little longer to wake up. Ginny was fast asleep, Hermione was snoring, Harry was mumbling, and Ron was kicking. Fred and George were sent up to their rooms - by Mrs. Weasley - to wake all four of them. How they accomplished that task was entirely up to them. They went about it the childish way, grabbing a feather and a can of whipped cream before going upstairs. They put whip cream all four of the victims, tickling them awake, causing them to be covered with cream.
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed. The twins stood infront of him, grinning like fools. Ginny gasped awake, sending Fred and George a cold look. Hermione just rolled her eyes, getting up to change. Harry just smiled, and started to get ready. They all changed quickly, getting ready at a fast pace. Then, they all made their way down to the kitchen, smelling the sweet aroma of breakfast once the reached mid-stairs.
When Fred and George entered the kitchen with their outfit on, Arthur huffed and pleaded, "Boys! That's not what muggles wear at all! Your clothes should practically have a sign that says 'We're wizards'!" Arthur massaged the crease on his forehead before sitting down at the table. The twins unwillingly walked back up the stairs to change.
Arthur was the first one to speak, "So Harry, this will be the first one for you?" Harry nodded.
Harry said, "I've never been." Arthur chuckled.
Arthur said, "Better that way! We have Top Box seating, which is the best way to enjoy your first Quidditch World Cup!" Harry grinned. Everyone was excited for the Cup - especially Harry.
After breakfast, Molly said, "Alright, you all will be leaving in ten minutes. Go and grab all of the things and be down here and ready to go. Hurry!" They all dispersed. Ginny and Hermione went into their room, Hermione grabbing a few books and a purse, and Ginny grabbing a gray jacket. Ginny had put some effort into her appearance, suspecting the Malfoys would be there. She had put jeans, a tight fitting green t-shirt, and red converse. Her hair was straight, reach well below her shoulders. Ginny didn't bother with make up, just putting some of Hermione's muggle lip gloss on.
Ginny walked down to the living room, before everyone else, seeing Arthur and Molly smiling at her from the table.
Ginny asked, "What is it?" Molly smiled wider, gesturing for her to sit by them. In the middle of the table, was a box. It had the name 'Ginny' written cursively on the exterior of the box.
Once Ginny sat down, Molly put an arm around her and said, "Happy birthday, sweet heart." Ginny smiled, having turned fourteen. Arthur smiled down to his daughter and gestured for her to open her gift.
Ginny unwrapped it, awing once she saw it. A new broom! She hugged Molly tightly, and then stood to hug Arthur.
She repeated, "Thank you! Thank you!" Molly and Arthur laughed. Ginny excused herself to put the broom in her room, knowing she must thank them again afterwards. It was a new broom. She knew they must have saved Galleons for her present for at least five months. Once she put it away safe in her closet, she rushed back down stairs.
After about fifteen minutes, the twins were the last ones down. They all said goodbye to Molly, leaving.
On the way there, a man was waiting for them. Arthur smiled, going up to greet the man.
"Amos!" he gave him a quick hug, "So glad to see you!" Amos smiled, returning the gesture. A boy, around Fred and George's age, came into sight, introducing himself as Cedric, Amos' son.
Once the formalities were done, Arthur led them to a spot on the hill, an old boot coming into sight. Harry looked questioningly at it.
Arthur answered the unspoken question and said, "It's a portkey." Harry's eyebrows quirked.
Harry asked, "Like apparating?" Arthur shook his head.
"A portkey and transport many more people than apparating can. It also had no limits. Only someone over seventeen can apparate, but with a portkey, anyone can use it, even muggles." Harry nodded.
He muttered, "Awesome." Everyone circled around it, touch the boot. In a matter of seconds, everyone was thrown into it, falling in a whirling black and gray whole. After a minute, they felt the ground become hard, standing. The stadium in eye sight. Harry awed at how big it was.
Arthur smiled and said, "C'mon." The group walked towards the stadium, and up the stairs. Below them, they saw Lucius. Ginny was confused - Lucius was alone. Why wouldn't he have taken Draco and Narc- that's when Ginny remembered. Narcissa had been killed - by who, no one knew. Ginny felt another tingle in her stomach, making her blush. Once the found their seats, they met Ludo Bagman, the twins gambling and betting on who would win.
Ginny rolled her eyes, scanning the crowd. It was fun to see what wizards thought muggles wore.
Ginny overheard Arthur ask, "Where's Draco?" She froze. He must be talking to Lucius.
Lucius responded, "I was not going to allow my only son to come here, regardless of quidditch," his voice lowered, "And who the hell do you think they're going to come after first?"
Arthur was about to say something, but was cut of mid sentence. The Irish quidditch team flew in over them, the crowd awing. After them, the Bulgarians came. Ron awed over Viktor Krum like a twelve year old girl, earning teases from Fred, George, and Ginny. Once the game started, Ginny could hardly hear Arthur and Lucius' conversation.
Fred and George prayed that the Irish would win - seeing that they had bet on them. When the Irish team was given two penalties, Fred and George were ecstatic, since so far everything they had said would happened, happened. When they saw that Lynch had caught sight of the Snitch, they Irish crowd erupted in cheers. Suddenly, it seemed that Krum had caught sight of it as well. The seekers flew around the field like madmen, trying to catch the Snitch. Krum had accelerated his broom at the right time, reaching out to catch the Snitch. The Bulgarian crowd start to rejoice, until they saw the score board. Even with the extra points, the Irish team still won.
Fred and George looked expectantly at Bagman, him reluctantly handing over the Galleons. They all walked down and off of the stadium, meeting a few more of Arthur's friends. Perkins, Arthur's friend, had given them his tent, since he had lumbago, a backache.
Arthur insisted, "We must set the tent up by ourselves, using no magic. We can't have any muggles seeing us." Hermione, Ginny, and Harry took up that job, having a little trouble. Finally, they built it up. The inside of the tent was much larger, with a large table and pillows in it. They all settled in there, eating snacks, and talking about the game. A few friends stopped by, talking about the game.
Ginny excused herself, wanting to go and find her friends from Hogwarts. She had seen a few of her friends there, having seen them before the game. She walked by tents, seeing an 'out-of-the-ordinary' group only a few feet away from her. She walked past them, trying her best to not stare. Once she was a reasonable distance away, she stopped.
That was when the screams started.
Tents were being burned, people were being tortured, and chaos was everywhere.
Ginny tried to run back to her tent, getting lost in the process. She looked around, seeing dark clothed figures curse others. Ginny inhaled sharply, knowing what would happen to her if she didn't leave quickly. The first thing that came to mind was the portkey, but of course, it was with Arthur. If she used her wand, she would be expelled for underage magic. For once in her life - she didn't know what to do. She turned around, running for some kind of cover. Ginny hid behind a turned over table, on the other side, so the attackers wouldn't see her. Who are they?
Second after second, her heartbeat quickened, hoping that her father hadn't already left. Ginny went to grab some sort of weapon, her hand only able to find a small pocket knife. Great. Regardless, she held it close, readying herself for an attack. A figure quickly came to crouch by her. Ginny turned, meeting the eyes of Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius saw the pocket knife and said, "You honestly think a knife would harm a Death Eater?" Ginny's eyes widened. Death Eater. Lucius snuck a look over the table, the Death Eaters still preying among the innocent.
Lucius said, "Be ready to run." Ginny nodded. Spells were being cast left and right - it would be hard to dodge the crossfire. Lucius snuck one last look at the Death Eaters before saying, "We're going in the woods behind us." Ginny looked behind her.
In a matter of seconds, Lucius said, "Now!" Both him and Ginny stood, running towards the woods. Lucius looked behind him, able to block all spells coming towards them. He failed to block one spell, hitting Ginny's ankle. She fell over in the grass, gasping in pain. Lucius stood standing blocking other spells.
Lucius asked, "Can you run?" Ginny whimpered.
Ginny said, "No." Lucius cursed loudly. He sent the remainder of the spell casters flying, giving him a little time. He picked Ginny up as if she was a feather, turned to the woods, and started to run. Ginny hand on to his neck, trying not to fall. Once he had put a considerably large distance between them and the riot, he stopped, gently setting Ginny a tree stump. Lucius gave himself a few seconds to regain his breath, but then after about a minute, he crouched down next to Ginny.
He said, "Let me see your ankle." Ginny rolled up her jeans, seeing a large gash, blood covering her shoe. Lucius pointed his wand at her broken ankle, casting a healing spell. Ginny felt her ankle crack again. She turned her gaze to Lucius.
Lucius kept his focus on her ankle, but said, "It was cracked back into place." Ginny wearily turned her gaze back to her ankle. He casted a small healing spell, stitching it together.
During that period of time, Ginny allowed herself to take in his appearance. He wore what he normally did, but this time, his hair was unkept, probably from the fight, dirt stained his shirt, and his shoes were covered in mud. Ginny knew she probably didn't look well either.
Once Lucius was done, he said, "We should leave," he looked at Ginny, "Try to stand." Ginny stood, putting most of her weight on her other ankle.
Lucius said, "Walk." Ginny took one step, before falling. Lucius caught her before she hit the ground, causing her to mentally thank him.
Lucius sighed and said, "Let's go." Before she could do anything, he picked her up like he had done before. He started to walk, wand out. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck again, not wanting to fall. The tingle in her stomach resurfaced, making her blush. Thank Merlin he can't see me.
The clouds darkened, a green figure forming. Lucius stopped walking, turning to look at the sky. The Dark Mark.
Lucius muttered, "Someone must've cast Morsmordre." Ginny looked up at the sky questionably.
Lucius continued to walk, searching for Arthur. The adrenaline was wearing off, and Ginny felt her eye lids close. After a few seconds, Ginny had fallen asleep.
A/N: Hope you like it! I re-wrote this chapter twice, trying to have a combination of both book and movie changes. :)
A special thank to the following for the review/favorite/follow/story alert: nienerz (Hope I didn't disappoint!) and the youngest Gorgons (Thank you! I know, the pairing is a little unorthodox. I didn't know about this pairing until a few months ago. If you want to give this pairing a shot, here is a suggestion of mine - Not Quite a Fairytale by littlekat1010 - it's amazing! To answer your question, yes, Sirius is a live in this. I am continuing this fic until I feel necessary that it ends, but when - yes, it is continuing to the Order of the Phoenix - I am still contemplating on whether or not I should keep him alive. Until then, I have major plans for him, and maybe a certain Know-It-All! ;)).
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