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Chapter 33:

The Quidditch World Cup

The summer was going by quickly. Ariella tried as hard as she possibly could not to anger Lucius or Draco, and stayed out of their way whenever possible. At the end of the summer, the 422nd Quidditch World Cup was being held. The Malfoys were obviously attending, and they had prime seats in the Minister's box, (courtesy of Lucius Malfoy's position and sway in the Ministry.) The only question was, would she be attending as well?

She soon had her answer. Lucius called her into the sitting room a few days later, where she found all three Malfoys waiting for her.

"Yes sir?" she asked as usual.

"As I'm sure you are aware, the Quidditch World Cup is in a few weeks. We have decided that you will come with us on two conditions. The first condition is that you behave yourself over the next few weeks, and do not act out of line even once. the second is that throughout the entire event, you will remain in the tent unless instructed otherwise. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir. Of course." Ariella replied, hiding her enthusiasm. Lucius eyed her suspiciously, but let her go. It was only once Ariella was safely in her room did Mr. Malfoy's words truley sink in. Throughout the event, she would have to stay in the tent...that would mean she wouldn't be able to actually witness the World Cup. The girl sighed. It would be a long few days if she wasn't allowed to leave the tent.

The day came soon enough when the four left for the World Cup. They, of course, had a prime space for their "tent". A movable manor is more like it, thought Ariella as she entered the tent in awe.

When it was time for the Malfoys to leave in order to get to their "special" seats, Lucius once more talked to Ariella.

"You are not to leave this tent. Understood? I don't want to see you walking around the grounds like a normal member of society." He said, looking down on the girl.

"I promise I will not leave the tent while you are at the game, sir." she promised. Lucius sniffed, head held high,, before leading the rest of his family out the "door" of the tent. she sighed again, and went to work, making sure that there were "mid-night treats" prepared if they should so chose to want them. She went to sit at the table while they finished baking, book in hand.

She must have fallen asleep, for the events that took place next were very hazy to her. Looking back, Ariella wasn't even sure if they happened at all.

Someone had walked over to her, and put a hand on each shoulder when a soft voice stopped the person.

"Lucius, let her sleep."

"She fell asleep on the job, leaving the oven on." An angry voice said.

"She didn't disobey you. You simply said that she couldn't leave the tent. Obviously she did not do this. Lucius just let her be for once." the same soft voice said, though this time more commanding.

"Father, if I may say something. You said that we should reprimand her as necessary, but if action is taken too much, then she will be too weak to work for us."

Another voice said. The pressure on her shoulders disappeared, and footsteps were heard, before fading. Time passed, and she felt something once again on her shoulders, but this time on her back as well. Unconsciously, she snuggled into it, and once more, heard nothing, for the girl had fallen back asleep.

The next time the girl heard something, it was screaming. She sat bolt upright, and something slid off of her. Startled, she looked down...to find that a thin blanket had been placed over her shoulders to help keep her warm. She stared at the material in shock, taking it into her hands. Screams were heard again, making the girl look up. Outside the tent, fires were blazing out of control. Ariella jumped to her feet. It was at that moment that Narcissa and Draco came into the room. Narcissa looked worried while Draco looked smug.

"Mrs. Malfoy, what's going on?" she asked, concerned.

"A Death Eater display." the woman replied, her voice quavery. Considering that her husband was nowhere in sight, Ariella deduced that Lucius Malfoy was out with the rest of the Death Eaters.

"Out. Out now!" The older witch ordered. As Ariella stepped outside, she watched in horror at the sick actions that were taking place. Muggles were being levitated, and turned about like puppets.

"Ariella, you are to stay with Draco to the best of your ability." Narcissa said to the young girl, who nodded in response.

"Now get going. Hide in the woods until it's safe." she said. Draco led the way, totally fearless. This confirms it. If he's not scared, then his father must be one of the Death Eaters committing those atrocious crimes. As they made their way away from the main camp, the two Slytherins ran into three very familiar Gryffindors. Draco leaned against a tree, arms crossed, totally relaxed and smirking. Ariella just groaned, before shrinking back into the shadows.

"Tripped over a tree root," Ron was saying angrily, getting to his feet.

"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," drawled Draco.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned sharply to face him. Ron then said something that made Ariella's jaw drop, and she was sure that had his mother been there, he would have chosen his words more carefully.

"Language, Weasley," said Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. "Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?"

He nodded at Hermione, and at the same moment, a blast like a bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them. Ariella's head snapped in that direction, and she was starting to feel even more uncomfortable the longer they stayed out in the open like this.

"What's that supposed to mean?" said Hermione defiantly, drawing Ariella's attention back to the scene in front of her. She had a good idea what Draco was going to say, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

"Granger, they're after Muggles," said Malfoy. "D'you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around… they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh."

"Hermione's a witch," Harry snarled at the same time Ariella stepped out from the shadows and said the same words. The trio looked suprised to see her. She bit her lip as she waited for Draco's reaction.

"Have it your own way, Potter," said Malfoy, grinning maliciously, while shooting a glare at Ariella. "If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are." Ariella gasped slightly, but to say she was suprised that he used that horrible term would be a lie. She was expecting it, if she was being honest.

"You watch your mouth!" shouted Ron.

"Never mind, Ron," said Hermione quickly, seizing Ron's arm to restrain him as he took a step toward Malfoy. There came a bang from the other side of the trees that was louder than anything they had heard several people nearby screamed. Malfoy chuckled softly.

"Scare easily, don't they?" he said lazily. "I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What's he up to - trying to rescue the Muggles?"

"Where're your parents?" said Harry. "Out there wearing masks, are they?"

Malfoy turned his face to Harry, still smiling.

"Well… if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?" You do realize that you just practically told them that your father was out there, right? Ariella thought.

"Oh come on," said Hermione, with a disgusted look at Malfoy, "let's go and find the others."

"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger," sneered Malfoy.

"Come on," Hermione repeated, and she pulled Harry and Ron up the path again. The minute they were out of site, Draco rounded on Ariella.

"What were you thinking?" he snarled, the ferocity of his words making the young girl take a step backward as he advanced. She tripped, and fell, but still tried to crawl backward as he came closer, furious. Only her eyes betrayed how truly afraid she really was.

"Haven't my father and I warned you about speaking out of turn. About staying in your position correctly?" he asked harshly. Ariella nodded meekly. Draco was about to say something else, but Ariella gasped and pointed to the sky. Draco turned, and his lips curled into another smirk.

"What is that?" She asked.

"That," Draco said, arrogance evident in his voice, "is the Dark Mark." As Ariella looked up at the ugly green figure, she shuddered, and found herself, for the first time in a long while, wondering how powerful some wizards, (and witches) actually were.

Hope you enjoy!

Anything you recognize is from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

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