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Parseltongue is in bold

They woke up early the next morning. Mr. Weasley wanted to get there before it became too crowded. Unfortunately for them his plan didn't work out too well, they ran into Lucius and Draco on their way up.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" Lucius drawled when he saw the Weasleys, "Did you have to sell one of your children to get tickets?"

"No, we won them in the lottery!" Ron yelled.

While the elder Weasley and Malfoy started arguing, Hermione turned her attention to Draco.

"What is he planning?"

"After the match, the adults are going to play." Draco smirked.

"Tell your father that they can have her fun, but I get to cast it after they are done." Hermione told him.

"Consider it done. Could I play?"

"Not now, but I will let you play later. I promise." Hermione smiled.

Just then, Lucius hit Draco in the stomach with his wand-cane, "Come, Draco, we're leaving."

"Uncle Cias, don't treat him like that. You be gentle, or so help me God…" Hermione snarled.

Everyone noticed that Lucius paled, but only Harry saw that he was looking at Hermione and the look on her face caused him to blanch and she wasn't even looking at him.

As they continued up to their seats, Harry sidled up to Hermione. "What was that about?"

"What was what about?" Hermione asked a little too innocently.

"You know what, the fact that you scared the crap out of Mr. Malfoy." Harry whispered.

Hermione smirked, "You'll find out later. I promise."

She then turned her attention to the pre-game. The match lasted almost until dusk. While Krum caught the Snitch, Ireland won by ten points.

"See, Ron, I told you Ireland would win!" Ginny called.

During the after party, Mr. Weasley heard a commotion outside.

"Kids, stay here I'll go check it out." Mr. Weasley said as he exited the tent.

The Twins and Ginny all looked at Hermione, who smirked at them.

Just as they were getting ready to go to bed, Mr. Weasley burst in, "Kids! We need to leave now!"

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"We are under attack. We need to go now."

"Who's attacking us?" Hermione tried to keep the sneer out of her voice.

"Death Eaters." Mr. Weasley looked scared.

Hermione remembered that he wasn't much of a soldier.

Mr. Weasley quickly ushered them out of the tent – into complete chaos.

"Fred, George, you look after Ginny!" Hermione yelled. "I'll keep an eye on the boys! Mr. Weasley do what you need to do!'

"Thank you, Hermione! You lot go to the woods!" Mr. Weasley called as he ran off in the opposite direction.

Hermione realized that in all that commotion she could easily slip away.

No one would suspect a Mudblood, she smirked. "Keep the boys occupied. I have something I need to do."

Hermione quietly slipped away. She crept through the wreckage that once was a plethora of tents. Once she to the center she raised her wand to the sky and shouted, "Morsmordre!"

After that she Apparated to where she had last seen the boys. Thankfully they hadn't moved.

"We have to move! Now!" Hermione shouted.

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Look! Up in the sky!" Hermione pointed.

"What is that!?" Harry exclaimed.

"That is Voldemort's mark. We need to move now." Hermione ordered.

Just then they heard some rustling in the underbrush.

"Get down!" Hermione hissed as she tackled Ginny.

Thankfully they had hit the ground when a course of "Stupefy!" exploded over their heads.

"Stop! Stop! Those are my kids!" Mr. Weasley yelled.

Thankfully the Aurors stopped their attack.

"Which one of you did it?!" Mr. Crouch snapped.

"Did what?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Conjured the Dark Mark, of course."

"None of us." Harry insisted.

"I know one of you did it!" Mr. Crouch yelled.

"Sir." Hermione began, "What would one of us gain from casting it? The Weasleys are as Muggle loving as they come." She smiled, "Harry and I don't even know the spell, if there even is one."

"There is one!" Crouch snarled.

Hermione put her hands up, "Sorry."

"Crouch we should leave them alone. There just kids. They probably didn't do it. You know the Weasleys, they wouldn't do anything like this." One of the Aurors said, "You know all about Harry and Hermione is a Muggleborn. They don't teach that spell and it isn't in any book. There is no way they could know the spell. They're all too young."

Crouch stormed off muttering.

"Kids, are you all right?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"I think…" Fred started.

"…we're ok." and George finished.

"Have you seen my elf?!" Crouch yelled.

"Winky? No I don't think so." Mr. Weasley answered.

"Well, she is supposed to stay with me!" He growled.

Hermione frowned, "Yes, but if I remember correctly she was saving a seat for you during the Quidditch match, a match that you never showed for. Not only that but she was quaking the entire time, she was obviously terrified; a fact that you obviously knew being her master."

"Elf!" Mr. Crouch yelled.

Winky immediately prostrated herself in front of Crouch.

"Elf, you should have stayed by my side! Not wandered off to do god-knows-what!" then Mr. Crouch thought, Probably helping my son. Then "There is only one thing I can do with you!"

He started to take off his hat.

"Mr. Crouch, if you are planning on freeing your elf, think of the consequences." Hermione began, "Most elves loving being in servitude. Those that don't most likely have horrible masters. If you really don't want her, bind her to me. That way we all win: you get rid of what you think to be a defective elf, and she stays in servitude."

Winky's ears perked up and she looked at Hermione.

Crouch thought about it for a minute, "Ok, I consent to your suggestion. Winky you are now bound to…"

"Miss Granger."

"…Miss Granger for life. Do you agree to this?"

"Yes!" Winky squeaked.

A flash a light appeared, knocking Crouch, Winky and Hermione to the ground. Crouch got up and stalked away.

"Come on kids, let's get to bed." Mr. Weasley said.

Once in their tent, Hermione turned to Winky "My name is Hermione Lily Black, you will go help Jean Granger with whatever she needs. You will not tell anyone my real name. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Oh and one more thing, Hestia is above you. Don't listen to Lucius Malfoy, but you can listen to Draco and Narcissa." Hermione ordered, "Ginny, Fred, George, and Luna are under me."

"Yes, mistress, Winky will follow all your orders." Winky squeaked, right before she disappeared with a pop.

Ginny raised her eyebrows at Hermione.

"What? Jean could use the assistance. And I know how house elves think. I might have stopped living with them when I was two, but I lived around a lot of house elves and over the summers I have been living around them. Dobby was an anomaly, but being Uncle Cias' personal house elf was hard on him. It is not surprising that he was completely miserable." Hermione shook her head, "I like Dobby, I always glared at Uncle Cias when he bullied him."

"My dad says that Death Eaters hate lower level beings and that includes house elves. Why are you different?" Ginny asked.

"I'm a Black, we love our servants." Hermione smiled, "My mum always said that since they lower beings, we need to treat them well. Daddy didn't care about how you treated them, but since he love my mum, he told his followers to treat them right. The only problem is Uncle Cias is a bastard."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked.

"If I wasn't the daughter of Bellatrix and Voldemort…" Hermione just shook her head and smiled.

A/N: Reviews make me smile but no flames please.