That night they went to see the finals of the Quidditch World Cup played between Ireland and Bulgaria. It was an exciting match…though pretty short. The most exciting part was Harry and Ron trying to dive into the Stadium after the Veelas. Hermione couldn't wait to tell Erin about that. Erin didn't need magic to attract guys.

The entire Irish side of the camp was celebrating and so was the Bulgarian side because Viktor Krum got the snitch. At least they had some self-respect left to them. So all the wizards and witches were celebrating…Mr. Weasley was watching the kids in their own celebrating but he heard something else outside…amid the laughter and merrymaking he heard the sounds of screams.

The redheaded man went outside and fear was in his heart. He saw Death Eaters going through the camp, burning and hexing as they went…men in black robes and skull masks over their faces. People were running everywhere in the chaos. He hurried back into the tent. "We have to leave now."

"What, what's wrong?" Bill asked.

"Death Eaters. George, Fred, look after Ginny." They were all rushing towards the exit. "Harry." Mr. Weasley stopped. "Don't let them see you."

Harry nodded. "All right." And then the older Weasley's were gone and Fred, George, and Ginny had completely disappeared. Ron and Hermione were grabbing Harry's arms as he stopped watching what was going on. "C'mon on, Harry!" Hermione said urgently.

It was dark, but the full moon lit up the sky pretty well. Most of the others were hiding themselves amongst the trees. The three walked along past people, none of whom they knew. And Harry's thoughts turned to Erin. "Do you think she's ok?"

Ron nodded sympathetically. "She's fine, Harry. She's probably having fun tonight, too."

"Yeah, lots of fun." Harry sighed as they walked deeper into the forest so they didn't hear the other people panicking around them. Harry sat down and leaned against one of the thin trees around them. Eyes closed Erin's face immediately popped up in his mind. She was beautiful, but she loved him. He couldn't wait to have her in his arms again…to hold her and kiss her and have her tell him everything was going to be all right. He always believed her when she told him that. She had this calming influence on him. Just by being near he knew everything would be ok. He wished she were right there with them. He had been thinking that all day…what she would say in response to Ron or how she would be cheering for Ireland…or how she would be sitting next to him right now cuddling in close and 'demanding' his attention. Not that she ever really needed to demand anything of him, he gave it to her whether she wanted it or not. She would lean her head against his shoulder and he would steal a kiss or two…he smiled at the thought. God, he missed her.

"MORSEMORDRE!"

The three were instantly up at that, Hermione's eyes going wide, they hadn't thought anyone was that close to them. She screamed as she pointed up into the sky. There was the image of a skull with a snake coming out of its jaws. "Move, Harry! Move!" Hermione had grabbed his arm without him even noticing and his scar was burning.

"Stupefy!" Hermione slammed him to the ground, narrowly missing the spell shooting towards them from all sides.

"Stop! Stop! That's my son!" Mr. Weasley's voice came over the din and then he was right there next to them. "Ron? Are you all right? Harry? Hermione?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded rubbing his scar. "We're ok."

He looked relieved, but another wizard pushed him out of the way. "Which one of you did it? Who conjured the Dark Mark?"

"None of us did." Hermione said hesitantly shaking her head.

"What is it?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"It's the Dark Mark, You-Know-Who's mark. His followers sent it up into the sky when they killed."

"You seem to be very knowledgeable, girl." The wizard said suspiciously.

"Barty!" It was then they recognized the wizard in the darkness as Barty Crouch. "Barty, their kids!" Mr. Weasley said exasperatedly.

"It came from over there." Ron told him. "It was a man speaking."

Several of the witches and wizards went to check it out, maybe he would still be around. Though it was doubtful. "Now, see?" Arthur said a bit put out. "They had nothing to do with it. C'mon, kids, back to the tent." He ushered them away.

Walking back Harry was behind the others and stopped a moment blinking in the glare of the moon. He thought he saw something in the glade they were passing by. A shadow went passed over the moon and he could see a little clearer in the darkness. A girl was there with long black hair. "Erin…" He whispered. It couldn't be. He took a step forward and another figure materialized. "Remus." He was even more puzzled as he took another step towards them. What were they doing here?

Remus suddenly pulled the girl to him kissing her quite passionately, one hand behind her head and neck, the other at the small of her back. Harry couldn't believe his eyes as he stopped just staring at the two. Hands were everywhere and Erin's shirt was quickly discarded, the man was working on unhooking her bra and kissing along her neck and shoulders at the same time.

"Harry!" Ron called back. "Hey, whatcha looking at?" A cloud completely covered the moon and the image was gone. Ron looked as the moon came out again, but nothing was there.

"Uh…nothing." Harry said swallowing. "Let's go."