Harry Potter FanFiction

Harry Potter and the Firey Goblet

Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to us, belongs to the wicked awesome J.K. Rowling. Freakin' awesome self-inserts and story belongs to us. :P

B's Quick A/N: Jody, an OC that will appear in this chapter, is pronounced Joe-dee. Got it? Oh, and the other OC, Derik - I'm spelling Derek with the 'i' 'cause I think it looks cooler. :P Beware of flashbacks!!

Chapter Two

The Freakin' Dark Mark

People cheered, screamed, waved their flags as the game continued for what seemed to be several hours. Blaise was probably the first one to find that the gold disappeared after a while. Ron didn't notice, of course, because 1) He was paying attention to the Quidditch game, and 2) veelas, beautiful creatures/humans especially caught his attention. Well--mostly all the gentlemen's attention. Veelas had this peculiar charm to hypnotize or blind men by their beauty. It was kind of annoying, really, having the guys stare at gorgeous women. Ron was the most hypnotized. He was practically drooling.

"Ron," said Blaise. "Hey, Ronald! Dammit, Ron." She waved a hand over the red-head's freckled face. Then she looked at Harry. His glasses were starting to cover up by fog. "Harry..." she said in a ghostly, echoed voice. "Harry James Potter!" She sighed. She looked over at Nicole and Draco. Nicole was trying to get Draco to snap out of it. Finally, the veelas stopped showing off and the men looked a bit confused.

"Jeez," muttered Blaise, taking Harry's glasses and cleaned the lens with her shirt, and then she put his glasses back on him, noticing that he was blushing red. "I called your name two times and all you did was drool over them veelas."

"I-I'm sorry," stammered Harry. "I didn't mean to."

Blaise laughed. "I'm just kidding, Harry. Though, I did call your name. But it's okay."

Harry's heart throbbed.

"Why you're so tense?" Blaise asked.

"You're beautiful," Harry blurted out. Blaise blushed.

"Really, Harry? Oh - look, Bulgaria's scored another point!"

Harry sighed quietly, and put his attention to the game again.

Fred and George danced around the fire place in the tent, making Irish music of their own. Blaise danced along, of course, singing random songs, even one in Japanese.

"Krum, he's a legend!" announced Ron, and the twins danced around him, flapping their arms ad if they can fly.

"Krum! Krum!" they kept chanting.

"Victor is not a player," continued Ron, "he's an artist!"

"I think you're in love, Ron," said Ginny, patting her brother on the back.

"Victor, I love you!" sang Fred.

"Victor, I do!" sang George as Ron glared at them.

Then Blaise and Harry joined in. "Where ever we are, my heart beats only for you!!"

There was a loud bang that was heard from outside.

"Sounds like the Irish got their pride on," said Fred as he threw a pillow at George. It became a pillow fight till Mr. Weasley came in the tent.

"Stop, stop it," he said. "It's not the Irish. We have to leave immediately."

Ron checked his pockets for the gold he caught earlier, but they weren't there. "Bloody hell," he muttered, and he, Harry, Blaise, Hermione, the twins, and Ginny ran out of the tent. And the second they did, they wished they never came out of their cozy tent.

A lot of tents were on fire, people screamed and ran, figures in black, long cloaks with masked faces jinxed everything in sight with their wands, and dead people floated over the flaming tents.

"Harry!" Blaise grabbed Harry's hand and followed Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione to the woods. Blaise wondered if Nicole was all right. Of course she's all right! she kept thinking to herself as they drew closer to the woods. She's always all right. I mean - she's Nicole!

Nicole's nose itched, badly. She wanted to scratch it, but knew she couldn't. Now with the mask blocking the way. Draco was pulling her through the crowds of screaming people. He was masked too. They weren't really Death Eaters, they were still in training, but the Dark Lord had wanted them there. To prepare them, he had said, to give them "experience."

Nicole and Draco, of course, had no say in this. Their dads were the ones forcing them to be death eaters, they weren't apprentices of their own free will. Their mom's would flip!

"Draco, look!" She pointed up in the sky as a flurry of green sparks shot up in the air and took the shape of a skull with a snake constantly sliding in and out. The Dark Mark.

Draco gripped tighter on Nicole's arm. This was getting serious. They didn't usually throw up the Mark unless they were killing people, and Lucius and Nicole's Dad wouldn't have let them came if there was going to be murder.

"What is that?" Harry stared at out at the sky, green sparks of the shape of a skull and a snake going around it.

Even in the woods, they weren't safe. Blaise tired to think of some things to block out the sounds of people screaming, dieing. She became worried for Cedric and Nicole.

"The Dark Mark," Hermione gasped. "The Dark Lord's mark."

Blaise looked at the dark sky, and shivered. Memories she always wanted to forget suddenly flashed through her head. Everything's fine when those memories are in the back of her head, forgotten for long periods of time. Every upsetting memory make her extremely lonely and terribly afraid.

"...She'll be fine..." a voice faintly reached her ears. "Everything will be all right. Don't worry." Then she felt warm arms wrapped around her, and tears dripping down from her eyes. She didn't look up to see who was holding her comfortably. Hell, she doesn't even know long she's been drowning in her flashbacks.

"Blaise, are you okay?" It was Harry's voice, and she felt his cold hands holding her face. She made an effort to look straight into his green eyes. "Blaise?"

Blaise nodded, then she saw George holding her in his arms, and Mr. Weasley and Fudge arguing about the Dark Mark. She saw Fred and Ginny were all right. What bothered her a bit was that she could still faintly hear screams of help and yells of pain. It made her think how lucky she's still alive, though she feels she could die with all the pain and anger she's been through. She always thought she'd be better going to Hogwarts, not staying in an orphanage where she was treated like a maid, where she lost her only dear friend, where she learned about her parents by the other kids, where she was adopted by Neville's grandmother, thinking that the old lady would wash all her troubles away. It was also the place where she first learned the Dark Mark and the three unforgivable curses.

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"You have to remember the curses," said the thirteen-year-old boy Blaise was always with at the orphanage. She was only eight, so she didn't understood how much Derik liked her, and how he wanted to protected her.

"Why I have to remember?" she asked.

"They're illegal," said Derik. "When you're a bit older, I'll show you how to defend yourself against those curses. But, for now, I want you to learn the uses of 'em."

Jody, Derik's fourteen-year-old sister, told Blaise to jinx Derik after dinner that evening with the torturing curse, 'Crucio.' Jody even gave the eight-year-old girl her wand.

"Isn't it illegal?" asked Blaise.

"Damn, you ask a lot of questions," said Jody angrily.

"Derik always said it's okay to ask--"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever! Make sure you're alone with him when you cast the Crucio charm."

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"Blaise?"

Blaise quickly snapped out of her flashblack and saw Harry wrapped an arm around her.

"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied quietly. "Sure, I'm fine."

They must have been a sight to see, two Death Eaters dinging together in fright. During a raid no less! If people weren't so terrified they might have been laughed at. Nicole was clutching on Draco's arm, eyes searching through the crowds for a familiar face. She'd be fine, she tried to convince herself, she's with the Weasleys, she'll be fine.

They were running through the forest by the camps, towards the Death Eater's rendesvous point. Death Eaters in training were to head there if things ever got serious. She couldn't see a thing, clinging to Draco's arm so he could guide her. It wasn't much further, she could barely hear the screams anymore.

Draco was really fast, Nicole could barely keep up. She was already exhausted, she didn't think she could run much longer.

"D-Draco," she stammered, "w-wait a min - !"

Draco looked back to see her sprawled on the ground, having tripped and, apparently, hit her head too. He felt a bit guilty, pulling her along like that. He crouched down on the ground and swooped her up into his arms. He pushed aside her thick brown hair, and saw a gash over her eyebrow. He sighed, and started to walk towards the meeting point.

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Jody whispered the plan once more in Blaise's ear during dinner. Derik looked at them suspiciously, uncomfortable on how his sister was in deep conversation with his crush. He picked on his pees and mixed it with his mashed potatoes with his spork. He could tell Blaise was a bit uncomfortable, too, so he decided to talk to her after they ate.

"Blaise, come here," he called out, standing in his room when he saw her walking by quietly.

"Yeah?" Blaise quietly walking in the room, feeling Jody's wand in her pocket.

"What did Jody tell you over dinner?" asked Derik.

"N-n-nothing," replied Blaise nervously.

"Why you're so tense, then?"

"I'm not tense."

"What's that behind your back?" Derik knew the wand was in Blaise's pocket.

"N-nothing," said Blaise. "None of your bee's wax."

Derik sighed. "Please don't use that wand, Blaise," he said. "No matter what Jody says. Here, give me the wand, Blaise."

Blaise hesitated before handing Jody's wand to Derik.

"I-I'm sorry!" she sobbed, hugging Derik. "I'm s-so sorry, Derik!!"

"It's all right," said Derik, hugging her tightly. "It's not your fault."

"Yes, it is!" protested Blaise. "I chose to do what Jody told me, and she promised you wouldn't get hurt." She cried even more.

"Oh - for crying out loud!" They both heard Jody, and she quickly came in, a gun in her hands.

BANG, BANG!

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"Derik!!" Blaise shot her eyes wide open, her breathing was heavy, cold sweat was running down her face. She felt she was going to hurl, but instead she fell on the ground with trembling knees. It was a lot quieter now. The screams of people before their death went silent. What the heck happened? she thought.

Draco slumped down at the base of a tree in the clearing that served as a rendesvous point for the Death Eaters. Nicole was still knocked out in his lap. He looked down at her curled up in his chest and pushed some hair out of her face. Her cut had stopped bleeding, but her face was still pale. He looked at his watch, 2:45 AM. The other Death eaters would arrive at 3:30, he had a while.

He heard a twig snap and shot his head towards the sound. One hand gripped tightly on his wand, the other wrapped instinctively around Nicole.

Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott walked out in the clearing.

"Merlin, Draco, relax! You're always so tense!" Theo said, running a hand through his silky black hair, blue eyes twinkling. But then his eyes fell on the unconscious girl in his friend's arms.

"Nicole! What happened to her?"

"She fell and hit her head on the way here."

Theo dropped to his knees and took out his wand.

"I can heal her, but I need to wake her up first." He raised his wand and pointed at her, Pansy scoffed.

"You two are pathetic. What's so special about her? She's not pretty, she dresses like a whore, and she's a horrible person!" She flipped her short black hair out of her eyes.

Draco raised an elegant blonde eyebrow, grey eyes staring coldly at Pansy. She gulped, she screwed up. You don't mess with Nicole in front of Draco, or even at all.

"Oh really?" he drowled, he was in full Malfoy-mode now. "And what makes you so special?" She didn't answer.

"Sure, you're pretty, you dress like a celebrity, you get good grades. But when's the last time Daphne invited you over for tea? Has Millicent forgiven you yet for spreading rumors?" He sneered at her. Her eyes were wide, and Theo saw they had gotten a bit watery. He started to speak.

"Draco, calm down." But he had already gotten started, and he doesn't stop once he gets started.

"Zabini's cheating on you, did you know that? He told me he couldn't stand your nagging, that the only think you're good for is shagging. Yes, he told me. That's the only reason he hasn't dumped you yet." Pansy was crying now, makeup streaking down her face. "Don't you ever, ever say a thing bad about Nicole Yasha again!" he barked. Pansy lifted her nose in the air and stomped over to the other side of the clearing, anger clearly shown on her pretty face. Theo groaned.

"That was uncalled for, Draco."

"She made me mad."

"You didn't have to go all crazy Death Eater on her." Draco glared at him.

"Look, Nott. I'm tired, frustrated, my team lost, my best friend is cutting off the circulation to my legs, and now to top it all off, she comes and spewes out all this crap!"

Theo laughed, but then put his arms out.

"Give her to me, I'll heal her head."

"No."

Theo sighed, Draco was so protective!

"C'mon Draco, I can't heal her if you smother her like you're doing right now."

"...fine." He handed her over. Theo pointed the arm that wasn't holding her and muttered "ennervate." Nicole opened her eyes sleepily, then groaned and clutched her head.

"Wha...t? Theo? What are you doing here? My head hurts..."

"I know, love, I'll fix it." He said soothingly, feeling Draco's eyes boring into him as he healed her head.

"That feels so much better!" She said happily, snuggling into his chest. She looked up at him, "hi!"

Theo laughed, "A bit late don'tcha think?"

"Nope! Where's Draco?" She asked.

"Right here." he muttered, obviously angry that she hadn't left his lap yet.

"Oh! Hi Draco! Is the raid over yet?"

"Just about."

"Good."

"I didn't set the Dark Mark!" Harry, Fudge, and Mr. Weasley have been arguing about the Dark Mark, since they found Harry's wand in the crime scene.

Blaise sighed, she hated arguments. She had have enough of arguments over stupid things with Derik. The second she thought of him, she felt sick in the stomach.

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"I-I'm sorry!" she sobbed, hugging Derik. "I'm s-so sorry, Derik!!"

"It's all right," said Derik, hugging her tightly. "It's not your fault."

"Yes, it is!" protested Blaise. "I chose to do what Jody told me, and she promised you wouldn't get hurt." She cried even more.
"Oh - for crying out loud!" They both heard Jody, and she quickly came in, a gun in her hands.

BANG, BANG!

"DERIK!!" Blaise screamed at the top of her lungs, clutching his chest as he collapsed on his bedroom floor. She sobbed. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what exactly happened. She just wanted everything to stop.

A group of ten-year-old girls ran by, and when they saw Derik's body, they all gave loud shrieks. More people came, some helped carry the body downstairs. Blaise looked around for Jody but all she saw was the window open. She slowly walked over to it and saw a body lying dead on the sidewalk.

It was Jody's body.

A/N: Hi, peoples! This is Blaise! I hope you guys enjoyed the second chapter to Harry Potter and the Firey Goblet! :D Please R&R and we'll post more chapters soon!