Hi everyone, thanks for your reviews. In this chapter we've got some parts from the actual 'Goblet of Fire', spells from 'Negima' and 'Bleach' and the bits in bold italics are lyrics from Zack Hemsey's 'Vengeance'. As always, I own nothing.

Now with Kreacher on side and closer to sanity the renovation of Grimmauld Place was increasing in pace. It also helped that there were reinforcements in the form of Molly Weasley and her brood. The matronly witch had heard from Ron that there was extensive work needed at the would-be Black residence and since her husband was on friendly terms with Black she decided to 'offer' her help. The children were brought along as the twins needed distracting from joke shop enterprise she had discovered and Ron and Ginny were always happy to see Harry. As the latest day of cleaning came to a close Luka watched once more as Nymphomaniac Tonks as she had dubbed her made another saccharine pass at Lupin. Over the last few weeks it had become clear that young Auror intended to get closer to him. The whispered warning about the true nature of the nephilim and invitations to coffe, whilst always politely declined, had not gone unnoticed. Whilst she would have liked nothing more than to make a scene Luka knew that constant glaring match would have to suffice. Lupin knew how she felt about him and she knew that he cared for her. Besides, he wasn't some toy for the two of them to fight over. Once Tonks and the Weasleys had left Luka made her goodbyes, the next morning she would have to head off to the campsite where the World Cup tourists would be accommodated. On the upside the referendum was coinciding with the wizarding sports event, there was no way the Ministry was going to react quickly if the weres went public.

Watching Luka go Lupin began to feel the beginnings of loneliness take root. He knew that he would be seeing her shortly, after all Sirius and Arthur had managed to get a good set of tickets between them. Even Hermione would be able to come since they had two tents, one for each gender and Luka was going with the girls' tent. Still, they'd been together nearly every day and he'd gotten used to her constant presence.

"Cheer up Moony, you'll see her soon enough," smiled Black as he clapped his friend on the back.

Since Black was taking Harry back to Privet Drive Lupin was the first one back to their flat. Once in his room he made his way to the chest of drawers. Plucking the small box from his sock draw he smiled as he remembered some of their last dates. Meeting her family hadn't been as nearly nerve racking as he had anticipated with the worst bit of it being when the cantankerous cockerel undid his laces and refused to let go of them. His father had also seemed to have taken a shine to Luka, he wouldn't have passed on the ring if he hadn't.

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The last few weeks had been magical for Harry. His god father had let him stay over at the flat he and Lupin were renting. It was amazing to see how other magical creatures managed to blend in with the Muggle population although the hags had been scary. Despite his godfather's initial protestations the clean up of Grimmauld Place was easily preferable to the Dursleys and homework. That said, he had enough adventures at school without having to dodge flying bolts shot from clocks and seeing Ron almost strangled by cursed clothing. In both cases it had been Kreacher to the rescue which had surprised everyone. Since the locket incident the elf had cleaned himself up considerably with a fresh tea towel toga and his copious ear hair was neatly combed and white rather than its former dingy grey. His behaviour had also improved with a seeming leap in his loyalty to Sirius and he only muttered about Blood Traitors when Mrs Weasley tried to meddle in his kitchen but at least he no longer crept around the house.

Unbeknownst to the boy Black watched from the door as the young wizard flicked through the colour charts he'd been given to select the paint for his room. This weekend would be the last time Harry would be going to the Dursleys as the World Cup was in a couple of days. Unfortunately he had business with Gringotts and the only appointment he could get would be on the Sunday so Arthur Weasley had agreed to pick Harry up from his relatives.

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Castle tents. Children on mini broomsticks. Peacocks. Shamrocks everywhere. Just how in the name of all the echelons of hell was she supposed to help the Wizarding world secret if this is what they did when they came together en masse? Luka sighed as she looked for the parent of another underage wizard who'd somehow got hold of one of his parents' wands. No doubt they would just be pleased that their offspring was a 'prodigy' and not a squib. This duty was worse than a dozen night shifts at the bar. Neither she nor many other of the Ministry workers had had much sleep with the loathed Obliviators needing to regularly 'attend' to camp owners who got too curious. Fortunately for the mental stability of said owners Luka had persuaded Ludo Bagman to go around telling them about a non-magical, terrestrial Quidditch she had cooked up to explain the festival. That and telling them that the visitors were non-drug taking hippies. Since then the number of 'necessary' memory charms had decreased as the camp owners began to shrug off the eccentricities of the campers. As well as that positive Luka was now the relative happy user of one of Black's Tardis like tents which was now the hub of all serpentine activity in the area. Many of the local grass snakes and adders had been displaced as well as some slow worms. Mel was having an absolute ball, if he were human he would be lounging in the sitting room in a smoking jacket schmoozing with the guests. Hopefully when the girls came they would be understanding.

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Once they had landed and had received directions from Basil the arrivals attendant Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys made their way to the campsite. The camp manager seemed a little suspicious of them but eagerly accepted their money once Harry had counted it out. Moving into the camp itself Harr spotted what he imagined to be Ministry security staff as they were all worn out and the odd one was pleading a spectator to try and blend in with Muggles. It wasn't working, as Mr Weasley jokingly mentioned that wizards liked to show off Harry spotted numerous tents that were beyond the gaudiness of even a circus marquee. Behind him he could hear Hermione telling Ginny about all the numerous statutes the wizards were breaking by using such tents in plain sight of Muggles. Finally they came to a spot near some woods. The plot name 'Weezly' had a line drawn through it and underneath in distinctly spidery script was the correct spelling. The next plot was labelled 'Black' and as Mr Weasley explained that they would be putting up the second tent Muggle style the girls scuttled into the Black tent to offload their things. Fortunately for the peace of the Weasley party the resident grass snakes had been told to remain in Luka's bedroom during the day. During the warm nights they were free to roam as they pleased the main concern being whether they would be trodden on by clumsy humans.

Continuing her dawn patrol Luka strolled amongst the supporters' tents she hoped that there wouldn't be any violence. She'd looked the history of Quidditch and fortunately it seemed devoid of the violent phase football had gone through. Hopefully the match would be over relatively soon after all she had to help with the preparation for the Triwizard Cup. On the upside she would be seeing Lupin again when he and Black arrived in the evening. To top things off the she'd emailed in her referendum vote last night. The timing couldn't have been better, it would take a day or two to collect and count the votes but hopefully the Wizarding world would still be full of World Cup mania and the actions of the various Ministries would be delayed.

Making her way back to her tent she cocked her head as she watched Mr Weasley cheerfully make his way through a box of matches. It was a good thing she'd hidden the Muggle gas stove otherwise he'd probably have half the campsite up in flames. As Hermione took the matches off the wizard and demonstrated the correct way to light a fire Luka decided it was safe enough to head off. In an area this large there was always a miscreant to be found.

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As dusk fell the pre-match atmosphere grew thick with anticipation and excitement. Luka and the Ministry mages were soon overwhelmed by the en masse displays of magic as traders Apparated every few feet and people let off random showers of sparks in the team colours of their choice. Muttering about unnecessary obliviations Luka made sure that any Apparatees felt the sting of her steel toe caps and other offenders soon quailed beneath her now yellow glare. On the other hand, her neck was now adorned by a, silenced, Bulgarian lion scarf and a pair of Omnioculars. Well, if the Ministry was going to work her like a pit pony she may as well get something out of the affair. Half way through the crowd herding she made her way down to the pitch. She would be working on ground level crowd and mascot control. Sebastian had already warned her of the tactics usually employed by the Veelas.

As they headed towards the stadium Harry could only dumbly marvel at the giant gold structure before him.

"Seats a hundred thousand," said Mr Weasley, spotting the awestruck look on Harry's face, "Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle-Repelling Charms on every inch of it. Every time Muggles get near here all year, they've suddenly remember urgent appointments and have to dash away again… Bless them,"

"Looking forward to it Harry?" asked Black as he beamed at his godson who nodded vigorously.

Once they were inside the Ministry witch instructed them to go to the top box. After a thorough work out on the thickly carpeted stairs they made it to their final destination. Taking the seat between his godfather and Ron Harry sat down and surveyed the scene in from. The inside of the stadium was like a seat lined golden crevasse with a green velvet bottom. Looking around the box they were in he noted a pair of bat like ears in a seat in the row behind him. Thinking it was Dobby he called out but to his surprise the elf was not dobby but an acrophobic, female elf by the name of Winky. She did know Dobby though and she wasn't the least bit impressed with his wage seeking ways.

Sitting on Black's left was Lupin. As he tried to read the match pamphlet his nose refused to stop twitching but try as he might he couldn't locate the scent. If only Luka were hear, she was so good at sensing people. His attention was then distracted by the odd witch or wizard filing into the box and he and Black couldn't help but smile when Percy bowed so low to Cornelius Fudge that his glasses fell off and shattered. Their smiles soon faltered as the looks of disgust were sent in Lupin's direction by the Minister and the newly arrived Malfoys. Feeling his cheeks turn red the werewolf returned his attention to the pamphlet.

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Down by the pitch Luka was finding that she actually quite liked the mascots. She had been placed with the Bulgarian Veelas as they were seen as actually dangerous rather than just mischievous like the leprechauns. As soon as she had arrived the 'women' had a made a beeline towards her as they could sense other non-human presences and once they had found out that there was no language barrier they soon struck a quick rapport. Not to mention that Luka was wearing their team's scarf. However, their chat was soon cut short by their summons from Ludo Bagman. As the hundred Veela sauntered on to the pitch the Bulgarian supporters roared in approval. Once they had begun to dance Luka watched as the male members of the audience seemed to become enraptured by their performance. Looking closer Luka smiled, it was a real feat of evolution. Not only were Veela giving off a glamour spell to grab the men's attention but they were also giving off a phenomenally powerful pheromone. The Veela were certainly a species that wasn't going to go extinct any time soon. Once the pale dancers had retired, much to the disappointment of the crowd, out came the leprechauns for their aerial display. Personally Luka preferred the dancers. As the match began Luka scanned the crowd with her Omnioculars, no trouble so far it would probably start after the first goal. As Ireland proceeded to pull ahead by a sizeable thirteen goals the only sign of aggression was in the air as the Bulgarian team proceeded to make use of their elbows. When the referee gave the penalty to Ireland the leprechauns took to the air to taunt the Bulgarian supporters. The Veela irritably tossed their hair and upped their dance tempo. Fortunately the crowd had only become more vocal rather than outright aggressive so no intervention on Luka's part was necessary, yet. Turning back to the pitch the Nephilim cocked an eyebrow as the referee Hassan Mostafa started preening in front of the Veela. Shaking her head she trotted over to him as Bagman called out for someone to give the referee a slap. Taking the ex-Wasps advice literally Luka made sure to moderate the force of her back hand. Once Mostafa had come back to his senses he launched a tirade at the Veela however he hadn't reckoned on their stubbornness and the support the supernatural women had from their team. When he tried to send off the sulky mascots two of the Bulgarian team swooped down to argue but to no avail as it only resulted in Ireland receiving two more penalties. As the beaters moved off Luka shifted away from the referee. If things went south she would have to be closer to the Veela. It turned out to be the correct course of action. As the Irish team were awarded yet another penalty the leprechauns formed a bird formation aimed at the Veela. Their restraint snapping the Veela charged across the pitch reverting to their true forms as they hurled silver flame at their impious foes. Observing them for a moment Luka decided that the Veela, like Sebastian, definitely fell into the acquired taste or unusual category rather than hideous. Their steel grey beaks and shimmering silver and blue plumage reminded her of seagulls although it must be said that seagulls have feathered as opposed to leathery wings. However, aesthetics aside she would have to deal with the situation before it had a chance to escalate further. From the corner of her eye she could see Ministry wizards running onto the pitch, in a heartbeat she Apparated to the forefront of the mascot match.

"Securis de fulgurum (axe of lightning)!"

A bolt Thor himself would be proud of crashed down between the Veela and the leprechauns. The Ministry wizards who'd either been knocked down by the blast or had their wands destroyed by silver flames scuttled backwards as the Veela and leprechauns turned on Luka. With a twirl of her wand the Nephilim conjured twenty sagitta lucis (light arrows) holding them circled in warning. Unfortunately the mascots refused to back down and so the pitch devolved into further chaos. Keeping up the pretence of being an ordinary Ministry worker Luka frowned as she continued to just use her wand supported by just her hand to hand skills rather than her sword. Firing curses left and right and dodging the fire the fight went on until the last whistle. Not knowing whether to simply continue for the hell of it the combatants flicked glances up to see a victorious Krum clutching the snitch as the Irish team celebrated their win. Seeing the descent of leprechaun gold in honour of the Irish team the Veela slunk back to their usual form before dejectedly moving back to their pitch side position. Following them back Luka noticed the wide berth the other mages were giving her, it was nice to know that having to do the Ministry's bidding hadn't diminished her reputation.

Once the cup had been awarded and the fans filed their way out of the stands Sebastian kept his gaze on his pet. From his perch on the stadium he watched as Luka was nearly dragged off by a posse of Veela who seemed to have taken a liking to her, at least she wasn't with that mutt. Once she had been pulled from view he flicked his gaze to the jubilant and disappointed spectators. So far they seemed normal, the soul collection Knox had been complaining about in the bar must be scheduled for later.

Despite her intervention in their assault on the leprechauns the Veela were still determined to drag Luka out of the stadium with them. A couple of them started firing questions about her position and status as a non-human wand bearer. That made sense, from what she had heard the restrictions on magical creatures were far looser on the continent, the Veela probably wanted clarification on the laws that were probably chafing them. Due to the Veela's tent being in close proximity to the stadium the walk back was short. Eyeballing the tent from her official perspective Luka was quite impressed. The tent was marquee size, ox blood red and apart from its spotless look it appeared quite normal. However, upon entering the domicile could be described as nothing less than opulent, the Bulgarian team certainly knew how to treat their mascots. The wall were decked with satin drapes and the dormitory style room was host to plush four poster beds, chaise longues and mirrors were present in abundance. Sitting down to further continue the conversation on creature rights Luka watched as the majority of Veela shifted back to their true form and began to either preen their feathers or apply softly scented moisturiser to their wings. Slowly talk turned from legislation to natural curiosity about Luka's species, whilst the werewolf component was detectable to the mascots the rest of her scent had them confused. Caving under pressure the nephilim meekly shifted to her own true form. Her plumage was of particular interest as they compared it to her own and then proceeded to bombard Luka with feather care tips, apparently their lustre could be improved somewhat. Thankfully the conversation moved on again to art and music and whilst the majority of her art knowledge was the vestigial remains of her art GCSE Sebastian's music tuition had fortunately gifted her with enough information to contribute more than nods to the conversation. Uncaring of the passage of time since her shift had officially ended with the match it wasn't until the screams and sounds of the explosions that Luka finally broke from the conversation. Off duty or not she had a duty to investigate.

Shifting instantly back to her human form Luka dashed towards the noise. As she got closer fewer people mistook the sounds for Irish revelry and more were running. Once close enough Luka snarled as she saw the group of masked cowards holding the Roberts family aloft and blasting people and property alike with their wands. To hell with acting human, using a wand and being the mannequin of a Ministry mage. Propelled forwards by anger and magic Luka called her sword.

"Getsuga tensho!"

The hooded mages screamed and dived for cover as the crimson beam cleaved through their ranks with those being too slow losing limbs. Now unsupported the Roberts fell to the ground the descent only being stopped by Luka's telekinesis, with a flick of the wrist the nephilim shifted them out of the 'normal' dimension and harm's way. With the Ministry's tardy officials at her back the nephilim turned her attention back to the criminals. The masked mages had seemed to have recovered from their initial shock at being attacked with the wounded having made a swift Disapparation out and the others regrouped with their wands out. The moment of inaction passing both sides attacked. Unforgiveables and curses fired by the Dark with a keen response from the Ministry. Heedless of the chance of friendly fire Luka moved through the shadows into the centre of the masked group.

Crucio, the sweet sounds of agony.

Before I die alone

Bombarda maxima. The earth blew apart as if hit by a shell, the clods and stone cudgelling all in their path.

Let me have vengeance

Sagita magic ignis (flame magic arrows), the fragrance of burning flesh filled the air.

Before my power's gone

When faced with such weak 'curses' were shields necessary?

Before my time has come

Expecto patronum, the attack that is neither expected nor possible to block.

Have you some patience

Shattered Soul, injuries that will never heal. It felt good to move at near full speed again. To feel her sword piercing flesh as mages quailed beneath a Muggle weapon.

'Cuz, I will have my vengeance

Then, as swiftly as it had begun the fight ended. As the green spectre of a skull appeared in the air the remaining uninjured masked thugs Disapparated. Leaving them to the Ministry Luka strode over to the Roberts family who were now back in their native dimension. Visibly shaken they huddled together the children weeping into their mother's skirt, hands clawing feebly. Dismissing unpleasant memories Luka addressed them.

"As you have no doubt deduced by now magic is real, a few minutes from now some 'friendly' wizards will come to erase your memories. I present you with a choice; you either let them tamper with your minds or provide you with the means for you to retain them,"

"What will happen to them?" asked Mr Roberts pointing to the twitching bodies.

Despite being irked by the man's refusal to answer her question the nephilim answered, "If they survive they will be tried, most likely convicted and the imprisoned,"

"How can we protect ourselves from them?"

"As you are you can't. Against magic forewarned is not always forearmed,"

"Then let them erase our memories," sighed the man as he flopped back onto his bottom.

"What?" Luka couldn't comprehend his words, had he not been listening? She had said not as he was not that he would never be able to defend himself and his family.

"If we can't fight back what's the point? Why should we be haunted by this? Why should my children cry at night when our pain can be taken away?" he cried gesticulating to his sobbing children.

Defeatist. Turning away in disgust Luka surveyed the scene of destruction. The hooded mages were unmasked and those still living were being dragged off by Ministry workers. Among them was Nymphomaniac which brought Luka back to reality. Where was Lupin? There had been a magical disturbance in the nearby woods, was he there? Slipping through a shadow gate she almost landed on a group pf Aurors who were crowded around a house-elf and Harry and his friends. Next to them were Mr Weasley, Lupin and Black. Apparently the Ministry was going about investigating who had conjured the green skull in their particularly ham fisted fashion. First it was Harry then it was the elf who was unfortunate enough to have found the wand that had cast the spell which, as an extra twist, belonged to Harry. Watching as the clod Diggory verbally lashed the tearful elf Luka felt her anger rekindled. As he shrieked at the 'guilty' elf she could contain herself no more. Fists balled she strode forwards.

"Digg-"

"Luka?"

Nephilim reflexes or no before she could dodge Lupin had engulfed her in a hug.

"Are you alright? I was so worried," smiled the werewolf.

Trying to disengage Luka replied, "I'm fine, the masked mob have been dealt with,"

Beaming Lupin swept her back into his arms. Deciding not to make a scene Luka went along with it as he looped am arm around her waist and lead her over to where Black and the others were standing. As she passed she made sure to make eye contact with Diggory. To her satisfaction the man paled and cast his eyes to the ground. Once she was in place Crouch turned to his underling, accusing the latter of slander the exchange ended in the meek apology from Diggory. Expanding her senses Luka investigated the area to see if anyone who could be responsible was still there. Just behind the bushes there was a presence, judging from the faintness they must be unconscious. If only there wasn't the wind blowing in the wrong direction she would be able to garner more information. Then again, the information was only to sate her curiosity. Her shift was over, no one was in danger and she wasn't there to make up for the Ministry's deficiencies. They would either find that person or they wouldn't. Watching as Crouch dismissed his sobbing servant Luka was struck by another of the inconsistencies of wizard kind. When the Hogwarts staff had found out she was Sebastian's property there was nothing there was shock and horror, yet a wizard may mistreat a loyal elf who was nothing more than the classic case of a person in the wrong place at the wrong time and no one batted an eyelid. As the affair concluded and they headed back to the tents Luka listened to the conversations. For once she was of the same mind as the know it all. Upon reaching the campsite they were met with a gaggle of petrified mages.

"Remus, what are they so worried about? Surely the Ministry has informed them those responsible for tonight's violence have been caught," she asked.

Glancing up at the sky Lupin sighed, "Since this was before you became a mage I suppose you wouldn't know. That is Voldemort's mark, his followers the Death Eaters would mark any place they attacked with it. Seeing that mark hovering above your home was the worst fear of most people whilst he was in power,"

Luka nodded sleepily in acknowledgement.

"Tired?"

"Yeah, I've been up all hours for days. I thought I'd get to bed early tonight but the Veela dragged me to their tent and then all this happened," replied Luka with a yawn.

"You'd better be going to bed then, it's just a pity I can't join you," smiled Lupin.

"Good, I want to get some sleep," Luka said with a wink before bidding him goodnight.

Once inside the females' tent she headed to her room. Apart from ablutions and checking on her pets she had only one thing left to do. Lifting up Mel so she could sit at her vanity table she looked around to see that Elise was perched on her bed's headboard completely unruffled by the night's events. Rubbing her eyes she logged on to her lap top, even when left for a day or two junk emails seemed to just breed in her inbox. Opening the first email she couldn't help but smile.

"We won,"

Elsewhere in the campsite Diggory was heading back to his tent, he needed to tell his wife and son that he was alright and see for himself that they were unhurt. Approaching his temporary abode his blood seemed to freeze in his veins as he was addressed from behind.

"Amos Diggory, dog of the Ministry of Magic. A bully of the weak and a pathetic coward before those who are stronger,"

"You-"

"Amos Diggory. Born the ninth of March nineteen sixty three, died twenty fourth of August two thousand and fourteen. Cause of death: stabbing. No further notes, judgement complete,"