Chapter 2.

On the seventh they packed a few things and went to find the port key. They arrive at exactly 5 o'clock and had time to wonder around. They were on a field much like with the Quidich world cup and tents were set up everywhere. They found the way to the stadium and browsed through the stalls.

Harry found a stall that sold pictures of the camp and they looked for some with Ginny in. They found three and bought them. They ran into Fred and George on the platform and found out that Ginny had sent them tickets too.

Harry bought four Britain banners and they went to get their seats.

They waited for the stadium to fill and for the action to start.

The music filled the place with excitement and everyone anticipated the amazement.

Silence fell and a man stepped onto the floor. The sound of his slow footsteps made it unbearable to wait.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls. Just so you know I have enchanted my microphone to speak whatever language you understand. So while the Greeks understand me, so do the Koreans and so on.

Anyway… Lets get to the main event." A drum roll went down and everyone clapped hands.

"In alphabetical order: From the mysterious region of Arabia, the mystifying lady Jenah men Sarha'a." The darkly tanned girl from Arabia came onto the floor doing cartwheels. Everyone cheered.

"Next we have from Great Britain and clad in white, Ginny of the Burrow!" the Weasleys cheered excessively. They whistled and chanted Ginny's name. She came out on her broomstick, looking really good in her white and glittery costume.

Next was France. Ludivine la Mer was clad in red.

Fourth: Germany with Delphine der Dom in green. Harry noticed that the costumes where generally the same, there was a difference here and there. Like the colour and the decorations.

Fifth came Lena a po Santorini the Greek girl. She was clad in blue.

Sixth was Italy with L'uccello il Colosseo clad in yellow.

Seventh: in Gold, was Kubin Mauel from Korea.

Eighth: Gabi Mye-chet dressed in Brown fur, from Russia.

Ninth: in lilac from Spain, Sonrisa Costa

And last but not least, Mia of Boston dressed in black and silver from the USA!

(A/N: Note to self: Don't EVER do that again. Don't write what you can't pronounce and don't make your faithful readers try either! Sorry about that.)

Anyway, when all the girls were on the floor the waved and blew kisses to the crowd. They looked amazing with all the colours and glitters and perfect bodies.

"Ready girls?" the one named Mia called.

"Okay!" they all shouted together and formed a circle.

"For Love! For Piece! For Truth! For Beauty! And for Freedom!" they chanted and placed their hands together in the middle of the circle.

"We will unite or we will fall!" they finished and threw their hands into the air. The circle broke gracefully and formed a line.

"Terror, this is what you call us" they sung and then the music started again. They danced while the music was all you could hear. Their bodies twisted and turned in ways that seemed impossible.

"I strike terror among men, I can't be bothered by what they think." The first girl sung loud enough for the whole stadium to hear. From there on every girl had a chance to sing a line or two. Though it was hard to distinguish when it was Ginny's turn. The song continued:

"I bear my cross, my soul, my self.

I forgive but I never forget.

I was put upon this earth in female form but I can handle myself with the best of you as well as the worst. And I often have.

I have the right to remain silent but I chose to speak, sing, scream."

'I have lips, hips…tits,

I am the power of a woman,

Strong like music

True in friendship.

But without my friend there would be no music,

Only spoken words.'

Music again as they jumped and swayed.

"I am able to change so I live without regret,

Without remorse only reminisce.

I am drunk, I am sober.

Heaven doesn't want me and hell's afraid I'll take over.

Don't bother to censor me or shut me up

Because it won't work.

I'm cold in distant yet warm in close.

For those who deserve to see that side of me, part of me, the heart of me.

You find me so hard to understand in your world.

The world you believe to be so normal.

I am deformed, scorned, reborn.

I am ME and I know exactly who I am, what I am and the wrath I bring.

The ugly beauty, the lying truth, virgin whore, the quiet storm.

A lover, a fighter, a saint, a sinner, a sister, a daughter.

Old school, a beginner.

I have decorated myself with love, hate, truth, you – all of you, both of you, none of you, more than one of you.

Lips of sugar, eyes like me, I've watched men come, go, cheat.

I sleep to dream and dream of sleep…" then silence passed for about a second and Harry could hear his heart beat.

"I've been crucified, justified, mortified by my behaviour.

Both feminine and masculine.

I'm a contradiction, a juxtaposition.

My relieve is my release and

Only time will tell…

All's well that ends well!

I'm unsweetened, unclean, been called drama queen.

Ex-girlfriend, ex-member, a tantrum, a temper.

I point my finger, take the blame

And this time I will honour me

Because no one is going ruin me.

If I have to, I will ruin myself and it will be my ruin…my ruin"

With the last echo of 'ruin' a blast of light filled the stadium and sparks erupted around the girls. The spectators were speechless and as quiet as death but Harry didn't blame them. The song sounded evil! The breathless girls disappeared with a cloud of smoke. The people started filing out and all that the Weasleys did was sit and sulk.