A.N. Thank you for all of the reviews. I'm sorry this took sort of a long time to get up. I've had a bit of writer's block (it's hard to think up things to happen in a Quidditch match). But it's gone now, and here's the new chapter!
Malena
"Malfoy," Harry spat.
"How observant," Lucius Malfoy replied.
"Why are you here?" Harry asked.
"To give you a warning," Malfoy said. Hermione and Ron were watching with their mouths open in horror. "Needless to say the Dark lord is not very pleased with you."
"Obviously," Harry muttered under his breath.
"He wanted me to pass along this message to you." Malfoy leaned close to Harry's ear.
"No matter where you go, no matter what you're doing, he'll know. He has eyes everywhere, and if you make one wrong move he'll strike."
"Yeah, I'll try to remember that," Harry said sarcastically. Lucius Malfoy glared at him.
"I could kill you right here right now, and I'd be honored by the Dark Lord beyond my wildest dreams."
"You would be killed before you could even take one step."
"Oh really?" Malfoy snarled. "How so?"
"You work at the Ministry, you should that there are hundreds of Order of the Phoenix agents in this place. If they probably even hear the word Avada they'll kill you. Who knows, there might be a bunch of them here."
"And you can't Apparate," Ron burst in. "There are spells on this place making sure that you can't."
"Shut up," Malfoy spat. Harry turned around in his seat and looked up at Malfoy's cold gray eyes.
"And besides, everyone knows that Voldemort wants to kill me himself," Harry said. "I don't think he'll be too happy if he finds out you've killed me instead of him."
Malfoy glared down at Harry before lowering his wand and walking away.
"Oh my god," Hermione said.
"We'd better go back to our seats," Ron said, nervously staring in the direction of where Lucius Malfoy had walked off too.
"Did you three have fun?" Asked Mr. Weasley when they returned.
"A blast," Ron said sarcastically. "We met Lucius Malfoy."
"What?" Mr. Weasley said sharply. "What did he say."
"Oh, you know, the usual. Death threats to Harry." Mr. Weasley's eyes got wide and he stared at Harry.
"What did he say?" Mr. Weasley repeated to Harry.
"He said that no matter where I go or whatever I'm doing he is watching, or something like that," Harry said.
"Should we tell the Ministry?" Percy asked his father.
"No, the Ministry won't care. All Malfoy has to say is he didn't do it and the Minister will believe him." Mr. Weasley put his chin in his hand thoughtfully. "We'll tell Professor Dumbledore."
"But-" Mr. Weasley gave Percy a look that told him not to pursue the subject. Fred and George, who were sitting next to Harry immediately started asking him questions.
"Did he ask you any more questions?"
"Was You-Know-Who there?"
"Did you duel?"
"No, no, and NO!" Ron interrupted. Fred was just about to reply, but Ron shushed him just as a loud voice echoed out onto the field.
"Welcome to the 310th annual European Cup!" Another voice echoed him, only speaking in Spanish. Harry didn't recognize the voice to be Ludo Bagman's, who was the head of Department of Magical Games and Sports. Ludo Bagman was on the run from the goblins that he had bet against.
"And now, the team from England…" Cried the commentator. He read the names of the people from England and then from Spain. After announcing the referee, all of the Quidditch players mounted their brooms.
"Twwwwweeeeeettttttt!" All of the players shot off in different directions.
"And it's Parker with the Quaffle!" Shouted the commentator, "Jovero! Nanez! Prince has the Quaffle now! He's flying toward the goal post! But-ooohh…" Prince was hit was a Quaffle in the side of the head and dropped the Quaffle in order to hold onto her broom.
"Valerio has the Quaffle now! Score!" There was a loud boo from the England supporters. "Ten to zero, Spain!"
"All right, Bundridge has the Quaffle…"
"Go!" Whispered Charlie under his breath. "Jeez, what is with our Chasers today?"
"I don't know, but I hope they snap out of it," George said back.
"Bolduc shoots a Bludger straight at the Spanish Seeker! Hits him in the face!" There was a loud boo from the Spanish side. The Spanish Seeker Beltz, was now sporting a bloody nose.
"Yes!" yelled Fred. "Take him out!" Beltz didn't seem too seriously injured, so the game continued. Suddenly, Ginny screamed loudly and pointed to the other side of the field. Jovero had been hit in the back with a Bludger and had fallen off of his broom.
"He's going to get killed!" Hermione yelled, burying her face in Ron's shoulder.
"He'll be fine," Ron said, "Look, the medi-wizards are slowing him down."
It was true, several medi-wizards has sped out onto the field with their wands in the air.
"There will be a brief time-out while trained medi-wizards examine Jovero."
"I hope he's all right," Ginny said. "That Bludger hit him pretty hard."
"I have just gotten word," said the commentator. "That Jovero will not be returning to the game." Harry watched as the medi-wizards put him on a stretcher and carried him off of the field.
"Now it will be easier for England," Ron said. Twenty minutes later England had only scored twice, but Spain had gotten by the English Keeper six more times.
"We're being clobbered out there!" George moaned.
"Just catch the Snitch!" Fred bellowed at the English Seeker. Almost as if on cue, the English Seeker was speeding toward the ground. The Spanish Seeker hurdled after her.
The two of them went speeding toward the ground, so fast that they were just multicolored blurs.
"Where's the Snitch?" Yelled Percy. Suddenly, the Spanish Seeker went shooting off in a totally different direction. The English Seeker (who was feinting) pulled out of his dive only inches away from the ground. He looked around, seeing where the Spanish Seeker had gone.
His hand outstretched, the Spanish Seeker reached out toward the Snitch. A Bludger came out of nowhere, and the Seeker had to move only about three inches, but the Snitch disappeared. The Spanish commentator said something that made several of the Spanish players shake their fists in anger.
"All right, all right, settle down. It's Parker with the Quaffle…"
The English Chasers were getting angrier and angrier. One of the Chasers threw the Quaffle at one of the Spanish Chasers, it bounced of the back of his head and back into the English Chaser's arms.
"Foul!" cried some of Spain's supporters.
"Foul!" Repeated one of the commentators. "And Nanez flies forward to take the foul."
Nanez scored. It seemed that even with the absence of one of their Keepers, the Spanish players were still kicking England's butt.
"Oh man!" Yelled Ron, "This is depressing. I can't believe that England is loosing!"
"The score is 120 to 30!" Cried the commentator. "Wait! Was that the Snitch?" The two Seekers were shooting after golden speck in the distance.
"Go! GO!" Yelled Harry. The Snitch took a sudden dive, toward the ground. The Seekers followed. Inches above the ground, the Spanish Seeker snatched the Snitch out of the air.
The Spanish side exploded with cheers and applause as the Spanish Seeker raised the Snitch into the air in triumph.
"Ooh!" cried the crowd, as the Seeker from England punched the Spanish Seeker in the face.
"Oh! I say!" Yelled the commentator. "Someone separate them!" Several wizards and witches went running out onto the field and attempted to separate the two brawling Seekers. After getting pushed, kicked and punched, the wizards managed to separate the two Seekers. The Spanish Seeker was yelling at the English Seeker.
"Same to you!" Yelled the English Seeker as they pulled him to the locker rooms.
"That was some game," Charlie said as they were walking back to the Burrow.
"The fight was the best part," George and Fred said.
"I hope that the Spanish Keeper is okay," Hermione said.
"He'll be fine," Harry said.
"It's almost eleven," Percy said, glancing at his watch. "I hope that Mother isn't getting worried.
"Mum knows how long Quidditch matches last," George says. "You're worried about all that work you have to do." Percy's ears turned pink.
"For your information-"
"Boys," Mr. Weasley said in a warning tone. "Just don't tell Molly about Malfoy threatening Harry. Then she'll be worried."
They walked in silence for the remainder of the time.
When they reached the Burrow Mrs. Weasley was still awake and waiting for them. She gave them all a cup of hot cocoa before sending them to bed.
Fred and George were once again crammed into Ron's room along with Harry.
"Some game, huh?" George yawned after he had crawled into his bed.
"Yeah, I wonder if we'll have any games that exciting at Hogwarts," Fred said. "Speaking of Quidditch, who do you think will be the new captain of the Gryffindor team Harry?"
"I dunno," Harry replied sleepily. "Angelina maybe."
"What, you don't think Fred and I can do the job?" George said in mock anger.
"You probably could, but judging from your permanent record I don't think that McGonnagal is going to let you."
"Very funny," Fred said sarcastically.
"Good night," Ron yawned.
"Night."
Harry slept fitfully that night. In his first dream he saw the graveyard that he had been in almost two months ago. Cedric Diggory's body was lying ten feet away. His gray eyes were open wide and he wasn't moving. There was the giant cauldron and a spindly figure was rising out of it. The figure turned around, it's red eyes staring straight into Harry's.
"Harry Potter," It hissed.
Harry sat up with a jolt, clutching his scar. Ron, Fred, and George were still sleeping soundly. All three of them were snoring. Harry took a deep breath and reassured himself that it was a dream and that it hadn't happened again. He lay back down and fell back asleep.
"Harry Potter…"
Oh no, I'm back in the dream again, Harry thought. But it didn't seem that way. No, he was in a room with a spectacular view of the ocean and several comfy looking chairs in a circle.
"Harry Potter?" Harry turned around. Standing there was a young woman with long, black hair and brilliant blue eyes, she also had a very odd accent. She couldn't have been more than 19 years old.
"Yes?" Harry said nervously.
"I brought you here to thank you," said the woman. "My name is Sphinx."
"Where am I?" Harry asked.
"Technically you are still in your bed. I visited you in a dream to thank you."
"How did you do that?"
"I am not allowed to say. But I will tell you that I am the Dueling Master in the Order of the Phoenix."
"I found your badge!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yes, I know," said Sphinx. "That is why I visited you, to thank you for finding my badge. I am glad that you found it and not someone else, like a Muggle."
"Did you get it back? Because it disappeared from my hand."
"Yes, since you are a wizard I was able to transfer it back to myself."
"Oh."
"Well, once again, thank you."
"No problem."
"Goodbye Harry Potter."
"Er…" Harry rolled over and woke up. He looked around Ron's neon orange room, rolled over, and fell back asleep.