Quidditch World Cup, Terrors, Arguments
A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed! I have 18 reviews, 19 favs, and 19 follows, and this is only after one chapter. Thank you all! Sorry, I couldn't manage someone else's POV for this chapter, I'm really only good with Lina's...
Okay, let's get one thing clear that some reviewers are confused on. Harralina is NOT the final ship, alright?! There's STILL HOPE for Dralina! The reason the pairing is Harry/Lina in the summary is because that is the main ship for FOURTH YEAR. It could be different for fifth year! Besides, how many people start dating someone at age fourteen and go on to marry them without any breakups? VERY few people, alright?! Just to get that clear. I don't want to lose readers who are Dralina shippers due to shipping confusion :(
Okay, now that that's cleared up, enjoy this chapter of 'Love and Hate's Daughter!' :)
Lina
"Lina, that was amazing! I mean, I knew you could insult Malfoy well, but wow!" Harry says.
"Eh, it's fun to insult him, he's a git anyway," I shrug.
I catch Malfoy glaring at me, and I glare right back at him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Bagman's voice booms. "Welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty second Quidditch World Cup!"
Everyone started screaming and clapping, then, the Bulgarian mascots came up.
"I wonder what they've brought," Mr. Weasley says. "Aaah!" He starts to polish his glasses. "Veela!"
Veelas were these beautiful women. They started to dance and every eye was on them, well, anyone of the male race.
I started to get really pissed off at the Veela when Harry let go of my hand, stood up, tore off the shamrock on his chest, and then rested one of his legs on the top of the box. Is he going to jump off or something?!
The music stopped. "Honestly," I growl and pull Harry back into his seat. On my other side, Ron was tearing his shamrock hat to shreds, which Mr. Weasley tore away from him.
I lean across Harry to speak with Hermione. "Why am I surrounded by thickheads?"
"Oh, I've been asking that question for years, Lina, believe me." Hermione says.
Then the Irish National Team Mascots show up. I liked them much better. It was a rainbow comet...and actual gold came from a golden shamrock. I lean down and pick up as many gold coins as possible.
"There you go," Ron yells happily, leaning over me to give a fistful of gold to Harry. "For the Omnioculars! Now you've got to buy me a Christmas present, ha!"
Then the teams come out, and the referee.
As the Match went on, I could see that the Irish chasers were amazing. They worked as a team, and they were in the lead. But the Bulgarian Beaters were getting into the chaser's way.
Then, both Krum and Lynch, the two seekers, were diving towards the snitch. But then Krum pulled out of the dive and spiraled off, and Lynch hit the ground with a thud.
I used the Omnioculars to replay that in slow motion. "Well, that was a foul," I grumble. "Viktor Krum was so cheating."
Mr. Weasley nods in agreement. "Krum was feinting!"
The Veela started dancing again after a penalty to Ireland was given. "Harry, put your fingers in your ears and look away," I order. "You too Ron," I add as an afterthought.
I tap Harry on the shoulder. "Look at the referee!" I giggle. The Egyptian referee, Mostafa, was flexing his muscles and smoothing his mustache, after landing right in front of the dancing Veela.
"Now, we can't have that!" Bagman says. "Somebody slap the referee!"
A mediwizard ran in the stadium, ears covered, and kicked Mostafa hard in the shins, and he started to shout at the Veela. Then, the Bulgarian beaters started to argue with him. When they didn't go into the air, two penalties were awarded for Ireland.
Okay. I thought the Slytherins played unfair. This...wow. The Beaters didn't seem to care if they made contact with a Bludger or a Human.
When Ireland was awarded another penalty because of what a Bulgarian Chaser did, the leprechauns formed a giant hand, pointing the middle finger at the Veela.
The Veela lost control. They launched themselves across the field and began throwing handfuls of fire...what...at the leprechauns. But their faces changed onto sharp, cruel beaked bird heads, and long scaly wings burst on their shoulders. They were no longer pretty. They reminded me of the cleaning harpies at Camp Half Blood.
"And that, boys, is why you should never go for looks alone!" Mr. Weasley yells.
The Ministry wizards were trying to separate the Veela and the Leprechauns. When the Irish score again, the Veela started shrieking and the Bulgarians were yelling furiously.
Then Quigley, an Irish Beater, hits Krum with a Bludger. The referee did not blow his whistle. One of the Veela set his broom tail on fire.
"Look at Lynch!" Harry yells.
Lynch goes into a dive. "He's seen the Snitch!" Harry shouts. "Look at him go!"
Krum, however, was close on his tail.
"They're going to crash!" Hermione shrieks.
"They're not!" Ron roars.
"Lynch is!" Harry yells.
"Krum's going to get the Snitch, I can feel it!" I shriek.
Lynch hit the ground and was stampeded by a horde of angry Veela. I feel sorry for him...
"The Snitch, where is it?" Charlie bellows.
"He's got it—Krum's got it—it's all over!" Harry shouts.
Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170
"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouts over the cheers of the Irish. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH—BUT IRELAND WINS! Good lord, I don't think any of us were expecting that!"
I stand up and shriek, "I DID! I DID! I DID! RON, YOU OWE ME TEN GALLEONS!"
Ron grumbles something under his breath and gives me ten galleons.
"The lesson to be learned here is," Harry says. "Be sure to take Lina seriously in a bet."
I nod, smirking. "People at Camp Half Blood already learned that."
"They'll be talking about this for years," Bagman says hoarsely. "Ah, yes, I owe, you, how much?"
Fred and George had broad grins on their faces, their hands outstretched. Fred smirks. "Did you get your rightful ten galleons from Ronniekins, Lina?"
"Yep," I smirk.
"Girls, girls, GIRLS, WAKE UP!" I heard Mr. Weasley's frantic voice yell.
For once I had been able to sleep without bad dreams, and I was very disgruntled to be woken.
"What's going on?" I mutter groggily.
"The Death Eaters," Mr. Weasley says. "You three need to get up and out, it's urgent!"
"Ugh," I groan, closing my eyes. "Who the Hades would want to eat Thanatos anyway?"
"LINA!" Hermione grabs my pillow and whacks me in the head with it repeatedly. She goes over and does the same thing with Ginny.
"Fine," I grumble.
"Just put down the pillows, please," Ginny grumbles.
The three of us pull coats over our nightdresses before heading out.
"We're going to help the Ministry!" I hear Mr. Weasley shout. "You lot—get into the woods, and stick together. I'll come and fetch you when we've sorted this out!"
Fred grabs Ginny's hand and pulls her into the wood, and we all follow, Harry also grabbing my hand.
I draw my wand, "Lumos!"
I could see people marching in masks, levitating the poor Muggle family, the Roberts, into the air.
We were all pushed and shoved.
I heard Ron yell with pain, I move my wand and aim it at Ron's scream. "Tripped over a tree root," He grumbles, getting to his feet.
We keep running, and I accidentally drop my wand, and I let go of Harry's hand to fumble for it. When I finally get it, I whisper, "Lumos."
Harry, Ron, Hermione, or the others were nowhere to be seen. Well...this is just peachy. It's alright. I'll just...keep going. I foolishly turn off my wand light, "Nox."
"Di immortales!" I scream as my skin makes contact with something prickly, causing me to trip over. "Ow," I mumble.
"Need a little help, there?" A voice says. "Or should I just leave you here? I'd love to do that."
"Harry—is that you?" I groan, examining the blood that was now on my ankle.
"I'm not your precious Potter," He snarls.
I look up. "Oh. It's you, Malfoy." I say distastefully. "I don't need your help thank you very much," I say stubbornly. I try to pull myself up, but the pain in my ankles buckled and I was leaning on a tree for support.
"What are you even doing here, anyway?" I say. "Wouldn't be surprised if one of your father was one of those—what are they called again? Thanatos Eaters?"
He gives me a weird look. "What did you just call them?"
"Thanatos. Death itself. Of course, I'm wondering, who'd want to eat death?" I ask.
"No, no, oh God, you're so naïve! The Death Eaters are the Dark Lord's followers," He explains.
"You mean Voldemort's?" I ask. My father's.
"Don't. Say. His. Name." He hisses.
I grin evilly. "Voldemort Voldemort Voldemort, oh that's right, VOLDEMORT! Look, I'm saying the name, and I'm still alive! Or maybe you're too cowardly to do anything against your father's wishes."
"Lina!" He hisses.
Nope. Sorry. MY turn to play the slick git role.
"Oh, so those are his followers. I heard from somewhere that the Malfoy's used to be one of his main go to people! So, tell me, is your father one of those masked people?" I ask him. "Maybe he sent you here on an errand, find all muggle borns and bring them to you, Death Eater in Training?" I taunt.
He lunges at me and pins me against the tree I was using for support.
"Shut your little daughter of Aphrodite mouth. You know nothing about me, okay? Nothing!" He snarls. "Think you can refrain from taking me down in every single sentence I say to you?"
"I think that's impossible," I say softly but dangerously. "Finally getting a taste of the crap you pull on people like Hermione, aren't you? Oh, and for the record, you barely know a thing about me, either. I left out some...important details. So what if you're a head taller than I am? I'm not afraid of you, I've seen worse." Then I push him with force away from me, and limp away from him, trying to find Harry and the others.
For some mysterious reason, he follows me. "Why the Hades are you following me?" I snap.
"Because I don't think you have a clue where you're going," He says calmly.
"Well, I was going to go and find Harry and the others until you showed up and further delayed me." I hiss. "Just go to your daddy. Pretty sure you want to watch him torture more people."
"So that's what you think of me?" He says in a low voice. "Malfoy, slick git, and Death Eater in Training, don't you? You hate everyone that hates Potter."
Before I could answer him, there was green light. I could see a serpent coming out of a skull's mouth. I reflexively grip Malfoy's arm. "What...what is that?"
"The Dark Mark," he says, looking nervous.
"The—the what?" I say.
"You-Know-Who's mark," Malfoy says gravely. "All his followers have them, and that's the spell for it. Someone casted it in the sky."
That was the way Harry went...and Voldemort wants to kill him...his followers...
I start to limp that way. "Are you mad?" Malfoy says.
"I'm not mad. Harry is that way." I say. "And he's probably in danger."
"So this is about saving precious Potter, isn't it? Going on a suicide mission to save him?" Malfoy says, his tone holding concern.
"Oh, wow, it's like I'm afraid of some dude with only a wand on them. Chir—I mean, I was allowed to bring my weapon with me this year, and I'll be fine." I assure. I pull it out. "Now, move, or I'll use it on you instead."
He moves, but still follows me as I limp towards the Dark Mark. I don't say anything; I just wanted to get to Harry. "You know, Potter threatened me last year." Malfoy says nonchalantly.
"Hmm. About what?" I ask.
"This is what he said, more like snarled in my face in quotation: 'Stay away from Lina, I see the way you look at her, if you don't I'll hex you, a brave Gryffindor like her shouldn't be anywhere near a slimy Slytherin like you.'"
For the first time in my life, I feel just a little bit of sympathy for Malfoy, even though I could easily understand where Harry's coming from.
"Oh...well, you have been pretty much stalking me during most of third year, though I'd never say 'slimy Slytherin.'" I comment.
When I finally reach there, I can see Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and I can also see the Minister, Crouch, and a house elf, Winky. Crouch was yelling at the poor house elf. I limp closer to hear that apparently, someone used Harry's wand to conjure the Dark Mark, and they were accusing the house elf, which is...seriously messed up. Then, Crouch punished the House Elf by setting her free!
Harry had already spotted me before I could observe further. "Lina, thank Merlin!" He says, wrapping me in a hug.
I looked over my shoulder. Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. Just the way I liked it.
The four of us, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I were in the attic at the Burrow. We had left the next day after the attack. Hermione had explained everything: how they had heard the incantation, 'Morsmordre' seen the Dark Mark, and almost got accused for it. I just told her that I got lost and eventually found them.
I did not dare tell her about Malfoy.
"There's something I haven't told you," Harry says. "On Saturday morning I woke up with my scar hurting again."
Hermione suggests different books, and Ron stares.
"You don't think You-Know-Who's near you, do you?" Ron asks.
"Hopefully not," Harry says. "I had a dream though—of him and Peter—they were plotting to kill...someone."
"Isn't this a bit strange?" I ask him. "I mean, you have your scar hurting from a dream, and then a couple days later someone conjures the Dark Mark?"
"Then there was what Professor Trelawney said." Harry says.
"You're not going to believe what she said, are you?" My eyes narrow.
"You weren't there." Harry says. "You didn't hear her. This time was different. I told you, she went into a trance—a real one."
"Wait, was her voice sort of, like, raspy?" I ask.
"Yeah, why?" Harry says.
"Oh, nothing, I'm just considering the possibility that she might be an Oracle, not a Seer." I say.
"An Oracle! Her!" Hermione sneers.
"Yeah, there's this girl at Camp, Rachel. She became our new Oracle just a couple days ago. Seers can tell you what's going on—while Oracles just give out prophecies. However, I think Rachel has way more sight than her, but it could be a possibility. I think she said a prophecy, sort of...Harry what did she say?"
"The Dark Lord would rise again...greater and more terrible than ever before...and he'd manage it because his servant was going to go back to him. Wormtail escaped that night." Harry says gravely. "I told Sirius. I'm waiting for his answer."
"Good thinking!" Ron says. "Sirius will know what to do!"
"I hoped he'd get back quickly," Harry says.
"But we don't know where Sirius is...he could be in Africa or somewhere. Hedwig's not going to manage that journey in a few days." Hermione says.
I nod. "It definitely takes Midnight a while to get letters from Percy, Anne, and Annabeth here, and vice versa. She has to fly across the Atlantic. Anne-Banana figured out very quick that she cannot write to me every day." I laugh.
Ron offers Harry a game of Quidditch. "Yeah, sure, one second, could you and Hermione leave for a moment? I need to talk to Lina alone."
Ron starts to wiggle his eyebrows but stops after glares from all of us. They both leave.
"Listen." He says. "I didn't tell Ron and Hermione this, but in the dream I had about Voldemort and Peter—your Father knows who you are, who your mother is. He wants to recruit you again..."
"The answer is no," I say firmly.
"Lina, I don't think you get it. You're his daughter, whether you accept it or not. He sees you as a possible recruit, and there are two choices he gives his possible recruits." Harry says seriously.
"Join up, or die," I say softly. "I pick die!" I say firmly.
"No, Lina," Harry says sternly. "I don't want you making that choice at all."
"Harry, why are you my friend?" I say softly. "I'm the daughter of someone who wants to kill you...why do you talk to me?"
"Because you're nothing like your father," he says softly, kissing my forehead. "But if you stay away from him, you won't have to make the choice."
"Well, first, he has to rise...which I hope doesn't happen." I say.
"I just wish we knew what he was planning," Harry says. "Then we can stop him."
"Don't worry," I say. "Even if we don't know what the plan is, we can still stop him. Don't forget, the light side has an awesome, wonderful, did I mention, awesome, demigod/witch."
"Wow, someone's modest." Harry chuckles.
I smirk. "I know."
A/N: Okay...I just sort of wanted to get this chapter over with, but there were some interesting and important scenes in it! In the next chapter, they all go to Hogwarts! I can't wait for fourth year. Triwizard Tournament! YULE BALL! It's so exciting...I CAN'T WAIT! Oh, and Heroes of Olympus! I think I'm going to have Lina go home for the first half of Christmas Break to help Annabeth search for Percy, and also meet Piper, Leo, and Jason, no she will not be going on that quest, but come back second half for the Yule Ball. It's all so exciting! Thanks again for all the quick response!
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-Ana
