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A/N: I hope you've enjoyed so far the result of what I do in free time. I really have written more, but I am too lazy to post it all at a time. I have a lot of chapters in this story. Think of it as a real novel.
After the little talk about whom we thought would triumph in the quiddich cup (In the end we thought Bulgaria would win) we had decided to go to bed. We were tiered in the morning when we were woken up by all of the noise of excitement outside. We were pretty cranky, but before we knew it we were dressed with some omnoculars (sp?) and were in our seats at one of the higher boxes with Lain just a little bit over. Dean and Seamus weren't there yet. Dean, sleeping too late I presumed.
We sat and talked about the outcome of the mach as a few Bulgarians and some Asians came in the box to claim their seats. Seamus and Dean came into the box just as the mach was about to start. Dean looked like he had just crawled out of bed (again, I'm not surprised). No one ended up taking the 2 seats that were supposed to be separating us from the Gryffindors . . . We all waited in anticipation, well, except for Damon who seemed to not care to much, until we saw the players and their teams mascots. Ireland had leprechauns as their mascot, they showered us in leprechaun gold. Bulgaria's mascots were veela's. Damon informed me what they were. She also explained that her great grandmother was a veela. No wonder she was so pretty! I watched, amused as I saw the men and boys became enchanted as the veela began to dance. It was hilarious, the referee seemed to go under the spell too. I couldn't help but crack up along with Damon as we watched this. Seamus and Dean were absentmindedly heading towards the rail to jump down. That would be dangerous, I soon realized if they did that because, like I said earlier, we were in one of the higher boxes. Lain seemed to realize that to and made her way over to pull Seamus back I reluctantly did the same to Dean and sat back down as the veela stopped dancing, and the boys regained their sanity. Damon still seemed amused.
It was a very interesting mach. The Bulgarian seeker had caught the snitch in the end, and, well, kinda hit on Damon (we had to go to the bathroom really quickly to wipe the blood off her face,) but Ireland had won by 10 points. Seamus started to jump up and down gleefully like a little kid. Lain seemed happy too. I guess she was rooting for Ireland. I really didn't care. All I hoped was that when I put their names on the Cup, that I didn't spell anything wrong . . . . --;;; I soon was being dragged by a ministry member to come to put the names on the cup. Damon and Lain followed. I was thankful that when I got there they had written the names down for me on a piece of Parchment. I don't know how I fit them all on the cup, but I did. Soon I was being paid extra money (Ok, thank you, I'm not so ticked at the ministry anymore) and was being taken to meet the players. I don't know why they assumed I would want to meet them, but I didn't say anything. The Irish players were kinda scary up close . . . I thought that I should get their autographs, instead of asking if the snitch was damaged (It would probably freak them out if I did). I soon had all of their autographs, even their seeker's, who was pretty banged up from the Bulgarian seeker's little tricks. I was out of their with Damon tagging along and Lain reluctantly following.
"We'll wasn't that exciting" Lain asked.
"Sure" I replied. Not really excited, but seeming so.
"When are we gonna leave?" Damon questioned.
"I dunno" I answered truthfully.
We walked back to the campsite to pack everything up. As we did so I watched the sulky Bulgarians and the exhilarated Irish.
"You know . . ." Lain began. "I don't wanna sound like a git or anything, but, think that Seamus kid fancies me..." she finished looking like she was serious.
"Gee, you think?" I asked sarcastically.
"I think so," she replied, not catching my sarcasm.
"Whatever," Damon said. She, to me, was a very smart girl, but...well...she is pretty good at reading emotions, she just didn't tell anyone what she saw in their emotions, she has this thing about not meddling in our guy trouble unless it was like you getting dumped or something, not that she cares either about what the guys think or what their feeling, usually, the thing was she couldn't read what boys felt for her, but she could read what guys felt for her friends, interesting huh? . . . But, then again, I guess we all have our downsides. I can be a little dense too . . .
Damon was hesitant still to step out. Fear of seeing former classmates or Draco Malfoy must have been surging through her. We didn't really want to stay the night while the Irish where celebrating, portkey or not. We ended up staying though. We decided to hang around outside (Damon was reluctant) and toast some marshmallow's. Don't ask me why, we just (or, maybe it was Lain) decided somehow to toast 'em. . . . As we did so we talked about Hogwarts and what we were going to do to somehow miraculously be sick on the night of whenever we were going to need dress robes (Lain kinda lost interest there and muttered something like "Jeez, Slytherins . . .") We didn't really realize how late it had gotten. We suddenly realized that someone had started screaming. Soon, terrified shouts and screams could be heard all around.
We soon realized that a few people with masks on had lifted the site manager and his family. We were quite confused but did as everyone else was doing, heading to the woods. As we were going we could tell that slowly, but surly, that the group acting like puppeteers were increasing.
We reached the woods, still in a bit of a shock at what was going on, confused. We reclaimed ourselves almost immediately when we noticed Draco Malfloy heading towards us. He looked relatively relaxed, so we calmed a bit as well.
"What's going on out there anyway?" Damon asked him. Malfloy had that look like 'I know something you don't know'.
"Nothing really. Just some people having fun" he answered shrewdly.
"If it's nothing then why the hell is everyone screaming and retreating to the woods?" I replied. Lain just remained silent.
"Because, the whole lot of them are half baked mudbloods" he yawned. Lain looked pained not to go and get a reasonable answer from him. Basically it was the glare she gave us when she was annoyed. She didn't say anything though.
"What would them being muggle born have to do with anything?" I wondered aloud coolly.
"Because they're after mudbloods of course." he answered.
"And 'they' are who?" Damon retorted.
"That's for me to know and you to wonder love. Oh, must be off. I see some Gryffindors." and with that he aparated illegally.
"Jerk!" Damon breathed loud enough for me to hear tingeing pink a bit.
"Whatever" Lain finally said. You could tell she genuinely disliked him. Since we saw him so much nowadays we didn't really pay him much mind, or at least I didn't.
We continued to head towards the center of the woods pretty quietly considering the fact that we were all together in an interesting wood. The silence made me think. I think they were to, but what about, I couldn't tell you. I thought slowly if there were any muggle-borns that I knew that could possibly be in any danger. It dawned on me only a few moments later that Dean was a muggle born. I became a little worried, which was unlike me. He wasn't dense enough to get himself caught anyway. Besides, Seamus wouldn't have allowed it. He was quite stubborn and asked too many questions.
"Jeez, the quddich cup is turning out to be quite a bit more of a handful for the ministry." Lain said breaking the silence as we reached a clearing filled with people and a few veela. And boy was she right too. The next moment something green and large illuminated the night sky. Soon people around us noticed too and started screaming like they had earlier and fleeing from the source, which was only a few ways away. I had no idea what it was. I chanced a glance at Damon and Lain. Damon was pale and Lain was shocked, but neither of them seemed willing to move, so I didn't either.
I was quite mesmerized as I stared at the design in the sky that everyone except Damon, Lain, and I had fled from. It was a skull with a snake crawling through its mouth. It looked oddly familiar, though I can't imagine where I could have seen something so hideous. My mind did a 180 and I flashed back to a book I had red with the title somewhere along the lines of the rise and fall of the dark arts. Of course! I wasn't suprised I forgot something like that. It's not as if things like the dark mark appeared daily anymore.
Damon finally choked out "We all know what that is right?"
"...Yea...." Lain and I replied wearily.
"So then, why aren't we running" she responded.
"I dunno.... Why?" Lain grimaced.
"Let's just go..." I said and turned around the opposite direction from were the dark mark still hovered.
"Right..." Damon concluded, following me, and Lain following her.
Soon we were out of the woods back in the campsite. The masked people whom I assumed must have been fake death eaters (They couldn't be real ones that we should fear, because they aren't in jail like the others and Voldemore isn't in power currently). You could tell as you passed them, that some of the tents had been blown out of the way of the 'death eaters'. Nobody seemed to be harmed and we were informed that the muggle family had been saved and were having their memories modified.
Once we finally trudged back to our tents we became aware of how tiered we were. Soon Damon and I were bidding Lain good night ("with events like this!") and were back inside our tent. We confirmed that we would sleep in late tomorrow and catch the latest porkey out of here. After a few waves of my wand my teeth were brushed and I was off to sleep.........
A/N: I hope you've enjoyed so far the result of what I do in free time. I really have written more, but I am too lazy to post it all at a time. I have a lot of chapters in this story. Think of it as a real novel.
After the little talk about whom we thought would triumph in the quiddich cup (In the end we thought Bulgaria would win) we had decided to go to bed. We were tiered in the morning when we were woken up by all of the noise of excitement outside. We were pretty cranky, but before we knew it we were dressed with some omnoculars (sp?) and were in our seats at one of the higher boxes with Lain just a little bit over. Dean and Seamus weren't there yet. Dean, sleeping too late I presumed.
We sat and talked about the outcome of the mach as a few Bulgarians and some Asians came in the box to claim their seats. Seamus and Dean came into the box just as the mach was about to start. Dean looked like he had just crawled out of bed (again, I'm not surprised). No one ended up taking the 2 seats that were supposed to be separating us from the Gryffindors . . . We all waited in anticipation, well, except for Damon who seemed to not care to much, until we saw the players and their teams mascots. Ireland had leprechauns as their mascot, they showered us in leprechaun gold. Bulgaria's mascots were veela's. Damon informed me what they were. She also explained that her great grandmother was a veela. No wonder she was so pretty! I watched, amused as I saw the men and boys became enchanted as the veela began to dance. It was hilarious, the referee seemed to go under the spell too. I couldn't help but crack up along with Damon as we watched this. Seamus and Dean were absentmindedly heading towards the rail to jump down. That would be dangerous, I soon realized if they did that because, like I said earlier, we were in one of the higher boxes. Lain seemed to realize that to and made her way over to pull Seamus back I reluctantly did the same to Dean and sat back down as the veela stopped dancing, and the boys regained their sanity. Damon still seemed amused.
It was a very interesting mach. The Bulgarian seeker had caught the snitch in the end, and, well, kinda hit on Damon (we had to go to the bathroom really quickly to wipe the blood off her face,) but Ireland had won by 10 points. Seamus started to jump up and down gleefully like a little kid. Lain seemed happy too. I guess she was rooting for Ireland. I really didn't care. All I hoped was that when I put their names on the Cup, that I didn't spell anything wrong . . . . --;;; I soon was being dragged by a ministry member to come to put the names on the cup. Damon and Lain followed. I was thankful that when I got there they had written the names down for me on a piece of Parchment. I don't know how I fit them all on the cup, but I did. Soon I was being paid extra money (Ok, thank you, I'm not so ticked at the ministry anymore) and was being taken to meet the players. I don't know why they assumed I would want to meet them, but I didn't say anything. The Irish players were kinda scary up close . . . I thought that I should get their autographs, instead of asking if the snitch was damaged (It would probably freak them out if I did). I soon had all of their autographs, even their seeker's, who was pretty banged up from the Bulgarian seeker's little tricks. I was out of their with Damon tagging along and Lain reluctantly following.
"We'll wasn't that exciting" Lain asked.
"Sure" I replied. Not really excited, but seeming so.
"When are we gonna leave?" Damon questioned.
"I dunno" I answered truthfully.
We walked back to the campsite to pack everything up. As we did so I watched the sulky Bulgarians and the exhilarated Irish.
"You know . . ." Lain began. "I don't wanna sound like a git or anything, but, think that Seamus kid fancies me..." she finished looking like she was serious.
"Gee, you think?" I asked sarcastically.
"I think so," she replied, not catching my sarcasm.
"Whatever," Damon said. She, to me, was a very smart girl, but...well...she is pretty good at reading emotions, she just didn't tell anyone what she saw in their emotions, she has this thing about not meddling in our guy trouble unless it was like you getting dumped or something, not that she cares either about what the guys think or what their feeling, usually, the thing was she couldn't read what boys felt for her, but she could read what guys felt for her friends, interesting huh? . . . But, then again, I guess we all have our downsides. I can be a little dense too . . .
Damon was hesitant still to step out. Fear of seeing former classmates or Draco Malfoy must have been surging through her. We didn't really want to stay the night while the Irish where celebrating, portkey or not. We ended up staying though. We decided to hang around outside (Damon was reluctant) and toast some marshmallow's. Don't ask me why, we just (or, maybe it was Lain) decided somehow to toast 'em. . . . As we did so we talked about Hogwarts and what we were going to do to somehow miraculously be sick on the night of whenever we were going to need dress robes (Lain kinda lost interest there and muttered something like "Jeez, Slytherins . . .") We didn't really realize how late it had gotten. We suddenly realized that someone had started screaming. Soon, terrified shouts and screams could be heard all around.
We soon realized that a few people with masks on had lifted the site manager and his family. We were quite confused but did as everyone else was doing, heading to the woods. As we were going we could tell that slowly, but surly, that the group acting like puppeteers were increasing.
We reached the woods, still in a bit of a shock at what was going on, confused. We reclaimed ourselves almost immediately when we noticed Draco Malfloy heading towards us. He looked relatively relaxed, so we calmed a bit as well.
"What's going on out there anyway?" Damon asked him. Malfloy had that look like 'I know something you don't know'.
"Nothing really. Just some people having fun" he answered shrewdly.
"If it's nothing then why the hell is everyone screaming and retreating to the woods?" I replied. Lain just remained silent.
"Because, the whole lot of them are half baked mudbloods" he yawned. Lain looked pained not to go and get a reasonable answer from him. Basically it was the glare she gave us when she was annoyed. She didn't say anything though.
"What would them being muggle born have to do with anything?" I wondered aloud coolly.
"Because they're after mudbloods of course." he answered.
"And 'they' are who?" Damon retorted.
"That's for me to know and you to wonder love. Oh, must be off. I see some Gryffindors." and with that he aparated illegally.
"Jerk!" Damon breathed loud enough for me to hear tingeing pink a bit.
"Whatever" Lain finally said. You could tell she genuinely disliked him. Since we saw him so much nowadays we didn't really pay him much mind, or at least I didn't.
We continued to head towards the center of the woods pretty quietly considering the fact that we were all together in an interesting wood. The silence made me think. I think they were to, but what about, I couldn't tell you. I thought slowly if there were any muggle-borns that I knew that could possibly be in any danger. It dawned on me only a few moments later that Dean was a muggle born. I became a little worried, which was unlike me. He wasn't dense enough to get himself caught anyway. Besides, Seamus wouldn't have allowed it. He was quite stubborn and asked too many questions.
"Jeez, the quddich cup is turning out to be quite a bit more of a handful for the ministry." Lain said breaking the silence as we reached a clearing filled with people and a few veela. And boy was she right too. The next moment something green and large illuminated the night sky. Soon people around us noticed too and started screaming like they had earlier and fleeing from the source, which was only a few ways away. I had no idea what it was. I chanced a glance at Damon and Lain. Damon was pale and Lain was shocked, but neither of them seemed willing to move, so I didn't either.
I was quite mesmerized as I stared at the design in the sky that everyone except Damon, Lain, and I had fled from. It was a skull with a snake crawling through its mouth. It looked oddly familiar, though I can't imagine where I could have seen something so hideous. My mind did a 180 and I flashed back to a book I had red with the title somewhere along the lines of the rise and fall of the dark arts. Of course! I wasn't suprised I forgot something like that. It's not as if things like the dark mark appeared daily anymore.
Damon finally choked out "We all know what that is right?"
"...Yea...." Lain and I replied wearily.
"So then, why aren't we running" she responded.
"I dunno.... Why?" Lain grimaced.
"Let's just go..." I said and turned around the opposite direction from were the dark mark still hovered.
"Right..." Damon concluded, following me, and Lain following her.
Soon we were out of the woods back in the campsite. The masked people whom I assumed must have been fake death eaters (They couldn't be real ones that we should fear, because they aren't in jail like the others and Voldemore isn't in power currently). You could tell as you passed them, that some of the tents had been blown out of the way of the 'death eaters'. Nobody seemed to be harmed and we were informed that the muggle family had been saved and were having their memories modified.
Once we finally trudged back to our tents we became aware of how tiered we were. Soon Damon and I were bidding Lain good night ("with events like this!") and were back inside our tent. We confirmed that we would sleep in late tomorrow and catch the latest porkey out of here. After a few waves of my wand my teeth were brushed and I was off to sleep.........