The Quidditch World Cup

I just got home from the World Cup. It was the best experience ever...except for the small factor of the Death Eaters showing up and torturing Muggles. They ruined it!

Death Eaters are the followers of You Know Who. They're evil, cruel and just plain stupid. What had they been playing at, turning up at the World Cup like that? No one has seen or heard from them since Harry got rid of You Know Who. Why did they decide to turn up last night? And why did someone cast the Dark Mark (his mark)?

It all started off nicely (sort of). We decided the best way to get Harry back to my house was by Floo Powder. The Floo Network doesn't normally connect to Muggle's homes, but because dad works at the Ministry, he was able to pull a few strings. It was going to be the quickest and easiest way to get in and out.

But who would have thought those bloody Muggles had their fireplace blocked? Who, on earth blocks their fireplace? Dad had to end up using magic to blast our way through. You should have seen the look on their faces when we all showed up. None of them knew what had happened.

I don't think they liked dad very much, though. But I don't blame them. He can get a bit overenthusiastic when meeting Muggles. I kind of felt bad for the way dad had damaged their living room, but Harry found it really funny. I swear he enjoys their misfortune.

But, magic can fix everything and he managed to fix their house...and Harry's cousin, Dudley. So, Harry has told us many stories about his cousin and Fred and George thought he would be the best suitor to try out their new 'invention'. They made Dudley's tongue swell up so it was really fat. I personally think it is brilliant, but mum wasn't too impressed. Anyway, they didn't technically give it to him. He kind of just...found it (which is what they were hoping for).

But never mind about that. At the moment, there are more important matters than Fred and George's inventions.

It was fantastic having Harry and Hermione staying at the Burrow. I think they like coming here, because I'm the only one out of the three of us who grew up in a wizarding family. They both grew up with Muggles, so I think it's exciting for them.

But we were all really looking forward to the World Cup final. It was going to be brilliant (and it was).

Also, it was nice to have someone other than my brothers and Ginny to talk to. Fred and George have been locked away all holidays, working on their Weasley's Wizard Wheezes (some joke shop idea they have planned) and Percy has been more annoying than ever, now that he has gotten a job at the Ministry (Mr Crouch will regret the day he ever hired Percy. He's behaving as if he was elected Minister for Magic, not just some assistant).

Anyway, the morning after getting Harry, we got up when it was still dark and walked a long way to a Portkey (some random device which transports us places). We had to go with Cedric Diggory and his dad. Diggory goes to Hogwarts, but he's in Hufflepuff and a few years older than me, so I don't know him all that well (except for when he beat Gryffindore unfairly in Quidditch last year). Can't say I like him all that much. He's a bit up himself.

So we reached the place we were staying and located our tent and then we started to wander. I saw so many people I know from school and others I recognised from dad's work. There were also a lot of foreign people. It's always interesting to see how they behave and how they speak. Can't understand half of them.

Oh, and I got this cool pair of Omnioculars. Harry got them for me. I felt bad, because I couldn't pay for it myself (I spent all my gold on this 'Krum' figure), but I ended up paying him back, anyway. The Leprechauns threw gold at all of us.

But that was all the 'pre-stuff'. It was the actual match that was the most interesting. Each team have their own mascots and thankfully, the Irish had the Leprechauns. I had never seen so much gold in my life and it was so good to be able to pay Harry back. The Bulgarians had the Veela. They were my favourites! But they're kind of dangerous too. You see, when you're in their presence, they make you want to do crazy things to impress them. I almost jumped off the stand we were in (would have been disastrous, truthfully), but lucky Hermione stopped me before I had the chance. She didn't seem too happy about them, either. But they were...beautiful!

Ireland won! But Krum got the Snitch. He was amazing. He's just so good. But I'm happy that Ireland won, I guess. I mean, I was supporting them. Fred and George got a lot of gold from the match, too. They'll be using it to go towards their new joke shop idea, I suppose.

We celebrated Ireland's victory to early hours in the morning and after finally going to bed, we were woken a short while later to all these screams. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but then I heard voices and realised dad was getting us all up really quickly. He seemed worried.

And I found out why. Death Eaters were running wild on the camp ground. Death Eaters! Me, Harry and Hermione were all separated from the others in the massive panic that erupted after this. There were people running everywhere, but I was glad the three of us stayed together. I was glad that I had them, because I think I would have panicked if I had been on my own (not that I wasn't panicking, but I would have been panicking more).

I think what scared people the most was the fact that the Death Eaters were there at all (and later, the Dark Mark was cast). No one has seen them for years and then all of a sudden they return. It is not a good sign.

We ran in to Malfoy, too. He wasn't worried at all. He still had the nerve to insult Hermione, telling her she would be next after they were done with torturing the Muggles. I bet his parents were in the Death Eater crowd, having the time of their lives. It was probably their idea in the first place. Idiot. If he had said something like that to Hermione in a normal situation, I probably would have tried to curse him again (I don't have a dodgy wand this time), but I didn't. There will be a time when I can get him back, though.

We ended up hiding in a nearby forest and that was when the Dark Mark was cast. At that point, we had no idea what it was, but we definitely heard voices and someone cast the spell.

And I don't believe it! After everything had settled down, the Ministry still had the nerve to accuse us of making it. Like we even knew what it was and did they honestly think Harry, of all people would cast You Know Who's mark? Luckily dad was with them and talked them around. If it wasn't for him, we'd probably all be sitting in a cell at Azkaban right now. I think they were desperate to catch someone (which the eventually did).

Winky, Mr Crouch's (Percy's boss) house-elf. That's right, we had shared the top box with her at the Quidditch World Cup and she had been so frightened. But they found her holding Harry's wand, knocked out in the forest. Most were convinced, then, that she had done it, but I don't think so. The voice we heard was deeper than any house-elf's, let alone a girl one. But it was all a bit strange, you know. How did she get hold of Harry's wand? Why did she have Harry's wand. I think Mr Crouch was embarrassed by the whole thing. I wonder what excuse Percy will make for him. The way he carries on, it's like he's in love with Mr Crouch.

I don't really remember what happened after that. We returned to the tent to get a few more hours sleep and then dad was waking us up to get us an early Portkey back home. I was so relieved to be leaving the place. I just wanted to get away from everything. And I am relieved none of us were hurt or anything.

But it's kind of creepy that the Death Eaters are now revealing themselves after so many years. People still believe You Know Who is out there somewhere. Maybe their return is a sign that he is getting stronger again. I hope not.

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