Attack


25th August 1994

The Burrow

Harry awoke to a redhead vigorously shaking him. He was unable to make out which redhead it was due to the intense morning sunlight shining on his face along with the fact that he could barely see without the aid of his glasses. He let out a groan as he pushed the blanket off him. Reaching over to the nightstand, Harry put on his glasses and was surprised to see that it was Fred( or George).

He let out a long yawn as the remnants of sleep slowly left him,"Good morning Fred, what's up?"

It appeared that he had guessed his identity correctly as Fred made no attempt to correct him, he looked a little surprised even.

"Well, Ron wanted to wake you up but Mom knew that that would probably end up with him blowing out your eardrums so she ordered me to wake you."

Harry was already sitting on the bed and trying to rise so that he could drag himself over to the bathroom to freshen up. To his dismay, he seemed to be stuck quite firmly onto the bed. Harry inhaled a deep breath and silently fumed, don't get him wrong he loved pranks, but why him and why now?. Fred was shooting him a smug grin as Harry tried to move his bum off the bed but was stuck to the bed by a Sticking Charm. He was also pretty sure George was in the vicinity listening in intently..

"Seriously, Fred? You too George,wherever you are. It's way too early for this. And this one's not even that good." Harry raised a disgruntled eyebrow to Fred as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Fred gave him a pout but sighed and admitted,"You're right, this one wasn't even good enough to be called a prank," He raised his voice significantly,"See what happens when you skip the planning phase?" Harry assumed he was yelling at George. Well, that eliminated his theory about their possible twin telepathy. George yelled back something that Harry failed to hear, but apparently Fred did as he had rolled up his sleeves and was marching out," Reaalllly now? Come over here and we'll settle this!"

Harry opened his mouth to ask for some help with the Sticking Charm currently holding him to the bed but Fred was already gone. Grumbling, Harry tried to peel himself off the bed. Unfortunately for him, the Charm was relatively strong. Harry planted both hands on the bed, trying to lift himself off. He was most definitely not taking off his sleep pants to escape.

Suddenly, he felt a part of the bed sheet starting to separate from him. Harry was surprised, that was supposedly a rather strong Charm. He moved his arms a little more apart to gain more leverage but much to his dismay, it appeared that the Charm had recovered and he felt the whole of the bed sticking to him again. Confused, Harry assumed his previous position. He watched what happened carefully this time. He noticed how Phoenix was pressed against the bed sheet.

Harry let out an extremely surprised gasp when the part that Phoenix had come into contact with started to unstick itself from him. His eyebrows rose extremely high as he started to push Phoenix against different parts of the sheet. After much wriggling, Harry managed to pry himself off the bed. He looked back down at the bed. The blanket that he had shifted while trying to get off the bed appeared to be stuck in place. His guess was proven when he tried to pull off the blanket only for it to be held firmly in place by the Charm.

Harry stared in wonder at Phoenix, it could neutralise magic. It seemed that Phoenix could only do it temporarily though, evidenced by the blanket currently stuck to the bed.

Wait, did that mean that spells cast on Phoenix wouldn't work? Excitedly, Harry took it off and placed it on the nightstand. He grabbed his wand from under his pillow and tried to levitate it.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

The bangle barely moved an inch after the spell was cast. He stared at the gold accessory intently as he began to form different guesses on the extent of the bangle's ability. Anyone who saw this scene would definitely be disturbed.

With too much dopamine in his head, Harry giddily shot it with a spell Remus had taught him. The word rolled off his tongue before he could think straight.

"Reducto!" Just as he had cast the spell, Harry immediately regretted it. Oh gosh, what had he done now? What if Phoenix couldn't neutralise that? Harry was already picturing the small pile of ashes that Phoenix would end up as, the wind blowing them away. Merlin, please let Phoenix be alright.

Harry let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding in as the blue light hit Phoenix and seemingly dissipated into nothing. He quickly put Phoenix on and thanked Merlin that nothing had happened. He was ready to shed tears of joy at that point. After mentally berating himself, Harry soon realised Phoenix's immense potential in a fight. It was strong enough to neutralise a near point-blank Reducto. Yet, it didn't seem to disrupt his magic casting abilities. His bangle was definitely way more special than neither he nor the old lady had given it credit for.

Immensely proud of his bangle, Harry slipped it onto his wrist and headed to the bathroom to freshen up before heading down for breakfast. The bangle gave him an angry sting as if to alert him of its annoyance. Harry let out a yelp of surprise as he muttered an apology to it instinctively. He wasn't very surprised at the bangle's (maybe) sentience. At that moment, nothing could really bring his mood down.

Assured that Phoenix was strong enough for him to continue testing its abilities, Harry decided to continue testing it further on the future. He would probably give it a heads up first. Maybe it could understand what he said? Would he have another companion like Hedwig? Well, if it didn't it would be embarrassing for him to be talking to an old piece of jewelry/weapon.

Harry left the bathroom and basically skipped down the stairs. Several energetic faces greeted him. Ginny was munching her sausages and Hermione was sipping her tea. Mr Weasley looked up from his newspaper and greeted him. The twins' chairs were empty. Probably because they might have been having internal disputes. Charlie and Bill were having a conversation and Percy was engrossed in his book. Ron was speed eating his food, too excited by the Finals that were taking place later.

"Harry, good morning. You've got about an hour to get ready before we leave for the Finals. Quidditch matches can go on for days so I suggest that you pack enough to last you. Ron can help you."

Harry nodded in acknowledgement to Mr Weasley as he sat down for breakfast. He finished it in no time flat, Mrs Weasley's food was scrumptious as always.

Ron grabbed him by the hand and they rushed back to the room. The following packing process consisted mainly of Ron yelling about whatever he needed and Harry swiftly placing that into his small bag. After they finished packing, Harry lifted the flap over the opening and the bag closed with a soft click. It was as inconspicuous as ever, giving away no hints about what was inside.

The two of them were called back down and they grabbed their bags and ran down the stairs. Everyone was already ready, each carrying their own bag.

Seeing as everyone was there, Mr Weasley announced,"The venue for this year's Finals is rather distant. But no worries, I've managed to snag us a portkey there. We have enough time to get comfortable in our tents before the match starts."

He reached into a brown leather pouch and started handing out little badges. Each had either a Bludger, Quaffle or a Snitch painted on it. They looked like they had been bought straight from a gift shop.

"The activation words are 'Go, Ireland'." Mr Weasley gave a cheerful wink when he was met with a whole room of disbelieving looks. "Let's just say that someone in the Department of Magical Sports and Games is an Ireland fan." With that said, he took out his own portkey.

Everyone grasped their bags tightly and clenched their stomachs, ready for the familiar nauseating feeling that came with a portkey. They gripped their portkeys tightly and said the activation words in unison. Harry felt the eggs he had for breakfast threatening to climb up from his stomach. This was a hundred times worse than the Floo. Before he knew it, he was on his knees on solid ground, he accidentally inhaled the dust and choked.


25th August 1994

Before the Stadium

Getting up to his feet, Harry paused for a moment for him to get a solid image of his surroundings. They were currently amidst a large horde of magical folk who paid no heed to the strangers who had popped out of nowhere. Wizards and witches of all ages and backgrounds were rushing around, there were people on broomsticks zooming around freely above them.

Many booths were marketing merchandise of the two teams. It was easy to see how much support either team had by observing how much of the sea of people was painted bright green or black and red. Harry could vaguely make out the silhouette of the stadium in the distance.

On the way to their tent, the group got a little sidetracked shopping for merchandise to show their support. Mr Weasley had run into a few people he knew and stopped for the ensuing conversation. Fred and George pulled pranks on unsuspecting passerbys. They had settled their dispute apparently.

All in all, it had taken way longer than necessary to reach their tent. They had even run into Lord Diggory and his son, Cedric. Mr Weasley greeted Lord Diggory and had a quick chat. The younger ones exchanged a few words with Cedric before they continued heading for the tent. The two older men hastily bid each other goodbye as Mr Weasley sped off to catch up with the rest of the group.

The group approached the tiny tent that was way bigger on the inside. Harry was amazed by the effects of the spell work on the tent. Everyone claimed a part of it as their quarters and settled in. Harry put his bag down and decided to get started on the book Hermione had given him.

Ron and Ginny went out to explore but not before lightheartedly giving Harry disappointed shakes of their heads. Charlie and Bill went out along with them as chaperones. Harry shrugged and nestled into his chair. Hermione squealed how proud she was of him and swiftly pulled out a book from her bag as well. Percy had also decided to remain in the tent and was working on something. Harry flipped the cover page open and started his light reading .The spell on the tent didn't manage to totally cancel the sounds coming from outside but it muffled them enough. It was quiet in the tent, one could only hear Percy muttering to himself.


25th August 1994

Quidditch World Cup Stadium

The book was surprisingly interesting and Harry found himself immersed in it. He had only been lightly browsing at first but was soon engrossed in the book. The diagrams in the book enhanced his overall experience. Harry considered himself a rather slow reader as Hermione had long finished her book and was already napping at her corner of the tent. Percy had already left, Harry didn't know when.

The silence in the tent was broken when Ron burst in, already bouncing with excitement.

"Come on, mate! I can't believe you're still reading. The Finals start in two hours. We gotta go to the stadium!"

`Harry unceremoniously dumped his book on the table before getting out of his chair and rushing out. Hermione had already woken up and was trailing behind them.

"You should've come with us instead of just staying in the tent, Fred and George pranked Malfoy Jr. You just had to miss it." Ron sulked before getting a smug look, probably because he was recalling the encounter. "The others are already at their seats. I swear, if I didn't come for you two, you would have missed the Finals!"

After much walking, the trio finally reached the stadium. The grand structure towered over them. The cheers and chatter of the spectators resounded throughout it. There were many people squeezing and shoving, all wanted to get to their seats quickly. The guards stationed there were struggling to enforce order. Some had even been washed away by the crowd.

They made their way through throngs of people, pushing and squeezing to get to their seats. They saw a few familiar faces amidst the crowd but had lost sight of them before even getting to say 'hello'.

Mr Weasley spotted them and waved them over. They scuttled over and relaxed when they finally reached their destination. After settling down into their seats, Harry leaned over the railing to get a better look. Huge spectator stands surrounded the green field below. They had relatively great seats, it was far enough that they could observe the match clearly, but still rather near to the action.

The stadium was a typical open air one, if one ignored the thick magical aura radiating from it, they would probably treat it as any regular old stadium.(Also ignoring the fact that it was probably around 500 feet above ground)

Fred and George moved over and declared Harry's unfestive attire as blasphemy. They promptly dumped an oversized hat sporting red and black colours onto his head. Harry pushed his hair out of the way and turned to see Hermione with a similar hat, just that this one was green in colour. She was wearing an additional scarf along with it. She took no notice of her additional accessories as she was in awe admiring the sights from their seats. As if reading her mind, Ron leaned over and remarked, "Told you Dad got us some good seats." Just as Harry wanted to reply, he noticed the broomstick of the players peaking out of their respective entrances.

The rest of the spectators seemed to notice this as well and a wave of silence soon washed over them. The announcer gripped his wand and welcomed the players in a loud booming voice. The Sonorus Charm that had been cast was quite obvious. Each team drew countless cheers from their supporters. The players flew out while their entrances were accompanied by spectacular sights.

Ireland had leprechauns throwing gold around, a symbol of their nation. The amount of lights was blinding, but Harry couldn't tear his eyes away. Some spectators scrambled around for the fallen gold as Hermione giggled,"That's leprechaun gold, it looks and feels like a solid Galleon but it's not worth anything. It'll probably disappear in a while."

Bulgaria's entrance was equally, if not more, amazing. There were Veela cheerleaders all over the stadium. They moved in harmony, in sync with the players flying overhead. Almost all the male spectators were caught up in their allure. Harry mysteriously found no urge to even get near them. He looked over to see Ron inching dangerously over the railing. Hermione whacked him over the head with a book she had brought along. He snapped out of his trance and flashed her a sheepish apologetic grin.

The cheers died down to a soft hush as Minister Fudge gave his addressing speech. He declared the start of the match while releasing a white light into the stadium. The moment it disappeared the players sped into action. Although it was still quite loud in general, the crowd broke into louder screams whenever a Quaffle made it past the Keeper or a Bludger hit an opposing player. The announcer was trying to commentate on the whole match, trying hard to keep up with everything that was happening. Harry's eyes were fixed on the Seekers, they were both on high alert, looking out for the signature twinkle of the Snitch.

The Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum, Harry corrected himself, had just dodged an incoming Bludger and seemed to have spotted the Snitch. The Irish Seeker caught sight of this and gave chase. The following showdown took his breath away, it was nothing like the ones he had with Malfoy. Those even seemed like child's play by comparison. The Seekers circled around each other, trying to push the other off their broom while flying at dangerously high speeds. They pulled off death-defying tricks that made the crowd restless. Each of them pursued the Snitch almost fanatically. They closed in on it and were reaching out desperately.

In the end, Krum had managed to snag the Snitch just barely. The spectators let out deafening screams. He lifted it triumphantly over his head only to be crushed when the scores revealed that Ireland had won. One side of the stadium groaned while the other cheered madly.

The players flew back to the middle of the field and shook hands. The crowd cheered in unison. Some of the players also were giving their teammates comforting pats. The two teams returned to their respective changing rooms, one definitely more happy than the other.


25th August 1994

Before the Stadium

After the match, the spectators filed out of the stadium. It was cramped and uncomfortable but Harry was still quite high on adrenaline and was chatting animatedly with Ron. They followed the crowd and made their way back to the tent after much squeezing. They walked past a group of journalists that interviewing the players, a horde of dedicated fans surrounded them, ready to pounce on the players and get their things signed.

There were still many people who were pushing to get to their own tent quickly, and many were still discussing about the match. The merchandise sellers were yelling even louder to encourage people to buy their wares. They had managed to get back to their own tent and were already gathering their belongings. Harry slung his bag over one shoulder and placed his book back into the bag, he was ready to leave the tent.

For some reason, there seemed to be more noise coming from outside the tent. It was still muffled but definitely louder.

He peered out of the tent but was horrified as the cheerful atmosphere was destroyed and all festivities were shut down. Witches and wizards alike were screaming in horror as explosions lit up the place. Many bodies laid limp on the cold, hard ground. Banners were ripped apart and the thick scent of smoke filled the air.

People who wore masks stormed towards them, each was letting out a flurry of spells and all were causing mass destruction. Many people were levitated in the air and tents were overturned or set on fire. Everyone ran for their lives as the mask-wearers moved closer. Some of them were laughing maniacally as they descended on the place. Mr Weasley turned to them and ordered Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione to quickly run to the forest while they assisted the aurors.

Ron wanted to retort but Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him away. They were running into the surrounding forest as the destruction increased. The fire had become larger and was still growing, some brave wizards and witches were trying to put it out with many Aguamentis. It was utter chaos as many were either scrambling to safety or to their tents to retrieve their things.

In the midst of all the chaos, the twins and Ginny got separated from Ron, Harry and Hermione. Harry looked around worriedly while constantly yelling out for them.

"Will you shut up?! If they hear you, we are going to be the ones that end up dead!"

Draco Malfoy hissed at them, having run into them while escaping. He had emerged from behind a bush and had caught sight of them. Ron immediately retorted but Hermione yelled at the both of them to shut up. Malfoy was going to spit out an insult at her until Harry spoke up.

"Malfoy, if you don't shut up, I swear I'll-" Harry stopped talking as he heard footsteps rush toward them.

"Darn, run!" The four of them ran frantically from there as the footsteps chasing after them increased in speed, the owner probably had detected where they were. While sprinting away, Malfoy had split from the group. He had taken a left turn whilst they had gone right. The footsteps slowed before picking up the pace in their direction. The footsteps grew louder and louder, they could hear the voices of people in the distance. The trio soon found themselves cornered by a horde of mask-wearers.

They brandished their wands threateningly at them while the trio pulled out their own. The trio met each other's eyes, silently forming a battle plan. Ron signalled for them to make a run for it, while Hermione volunteered to create a distraction. The mask-wearers inched closer, trying to get a better target. The tension in the air could cut steel, each side was waiting for the other to make a move. Just as one of them lunged forward, unable to wait anymore, Hermione moved into action.

"Lumos Maxima!" A blinding flash of light emerged as the trio shielded their eyes. The masks were of no help to their assailants and the trio took advantage of their daze to book it out of there. Hermione weaved her way through the trees, while Ron dodged behind a rock formation and continued from there. Harry sprinted away, erratically changing directions to throw them off.

They split up so as to decrease the chances of being tracked but Harry could still hear the violent thumping from behind him and knew that he had lost quite a lot of them, but not enough. He soon came face-to-face with solid rock. Knowing that there was no where else to run, Harry gripped his wand tighter. Phoenix thrummed excitedly, ready for a fight. A determined look occupied his face, Harry cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and faded away from sight. He laid in wait patiently, ready to get the drop on his attackers.


Author's note: Oooh cliffhanger, it feels so good to finally write one muahaha. I told you there was action coming up. Get ready for more in the next chapter! I gave Phoenix a special ability to cancel out magic but not too overpowered that it can literally erase magic. Currently, the story is mainly on the Harry Potter side of things but his demigod side should come into play in certain situations. Hope you like the story so far, and as always, please review and constructive criticism is always welcome!