They make their way up to their seats, which are high up in the stadium.
Ron asks "Dad, how high up are we?"
Draco is walking past, and says "Well, let me put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first to know. My father and I are in the Minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."
He jerks to a stop when he sees Fyra on Bloom's shoulder.
She smirks at his reaction, and says "Haven't you two met? Fyra, the is Draco. Draco, this is Fyra - my Phoenix."
Draco gapes, and opens and closes his mouth for a minute like a goldfish.
Lucius walks up and says "Don't boast Draco, there's no need. Do enjoy yourselves, while you can."
Bloom is staring after the two blondes, getting a very bad feeling both from Lucius and what he said.
She mutters "I could get a view right this instant that would shock their socks off."
Harry takes her hand and squeezes it, saying "It wouldn't be worth it. As priceless as the look on Malfoy's face would be, it really wouldn't be worth it when everyone discovered your secret."
Bloom reluctantly nods, and then the ceremony starts.
Fireworks and balloons are everywhere.
The teams leave colored trails in their wakes as they fly around on brooms, the Irish and then the Bulgarians teams come out.
The entire stadium seems to love a particular player named Viktor Krum.
He appears on the big screen as he does a stunt with his broom, Bloom just rolls her eyes and leans into Harry's side, Fyra rubbing against her head.
The Commentator announces the start of the 422nd annual Quidditch World Cup, and then the match begins. Ron in particular seems to adore Krum the way all sports fans adore a star player.
Fred, George, and Harry start teasing him about it, making cooing noises and singing a song in sing-song voices.
Suddenly, there's an explosion, and Fred says "Looks like the Irish have their pride on."
Bloom's holding her hand to her head, and Fyra's sniffing her hair worriedly.
"That's not the Irish, guys."
Harry looks at Bloom worriedly now, as Arthur yell-orders "Everybody get back to the Portkey! Stick together. Fred, George, your responsibility is Ron and Ginny. Bloom, Harry, you two stick together."
They all nod, and start making their way through the panicked crowd.
Bloom yells "Fyra, fly! Get to safety!"
Fyra takes off with a jump, and soars up into the sky.
Bloom pulls Harry into the crowd, seeing ominous figures carrying torches and chanting incantations that make the hairs on Bloom's arms rise.
She has a hold of Harry's hand, but he gets trampled.
She desperately tries to wake him, using her healing powers to try and drag him back to consciousness.
When he wakes, they see a man in robes wearing a mask walking through the rubble and kicking stuff.
The creepy-as-hell man casts a spell, and a ghostly skull with a snake crawling through it forms in the sky.
Bloom says "Let's go Harry!"
She grabs his wrist, and they run through the area - away from the clearly demented man in the mask.
Bloom was getting a very bad feeling about him, and the symbol in the sky nearly sent her intuition into overload.
They follow the voices of Ron and Hermione - and in minutes everyone is back together.
Fyra swoops down and lands on Bloom's shoulder, nudging and rubbing her head against Bloom's cheek, hair, and jawline.
"Easy Fyra, it's okay. I'm okay, see?"
After a minute of stroking the phoenix's feathers and quietly talking, Bloom calms Fyra down.
Harry points at the mark in the sky and asks "What is that?"
When he looks at it, his scar suddenly starts hurting.
Suddenly, the four of them are fired on with spells - Bloom whips her wand out to fire back when they hear Arthur yell "That's my son and his friends!"
Arthur approaches with some other official-looking people, and asks "Are you all alright?"
Hermione and Ron nod, Bloom's too focused on Harry to answer.
She's trying to get his scar to stop hurting, but all four of them hear Barty Crouch ask "Which one of you conjured this?"
Ron and Hermione's jaws drop, and Bloom asks "Uh…what?!"
Arthur is about to protest, when his eyes drift to Harry. Harry shakes his head at once, and Bloom says "Some guy in full-body robes and a mask that covered his face made this thing in the sky appear - Harry and I were trying to get away from him before he attacked and tried to kill us!"
They all look at one another, and Crouch says "Well, there's one way to be sure. If none of your wands cast the spell, then you'll be happy to let me check."
Bloom instantly knows how he's going to do it, there's a spell that lets you see the last spell cast by your wand.
They each hold their wands out, and all of them pass the check easily.
The last spell Bloom cast with her wand was floating her stuff out of her suitcase with it - she would have done it with her own magic, but someone could have walked in by mistake and seen.
Hermione whispers "It's his mark up there, guys. That's why everyone's so scared."
Bloom says "And the people in masks and robes, they're his as well right?"
She bites her lip, and Fyra coos in sympathy.
Bloom strokes her feathers, and Fyra ruffles them so Bloom can get to more of them.
Ron snickers at that, and says "Bloom, I think your Phoenix wants you to scratch it's back."
Fyra looks at him, studying him keenly.
Bloom says "It's alright Fyra, he just likes to joke around. He's a friend, promise. So's Hermione."
Barty Crouch looks at Fyra with amazement, and asks "Exactly how did you, a witch of so few years, domesticate a phoenix?"
"Her name's Fyra, and her egg was given to me as a gift. I hatched her, and she's never left."
Fyra moves closer to Bloom's head, letting her long tail feathers run down her back and blend in with her hair.
Barty just shakes his head in amazement, then leaves to try and find anyone else who might've been responsible for the attack.
AN: Yeah, everyone's amazed at Fyra - who's very expressive by the way, and very much attached to Bloom. She sort of imprinted on Bloom or something, and now it's a miracle if she's not on Bloom's shoulder or anywhere in the near vicinity - unless Bloom tells her to stay somewhere or get to safety.