They walked down their way through the town made up of tents. It was completely dark, about eleven o'clock in the evening. The half-full moon hung deep on the sky only a few clouds. It was warm for a night. Everywhere around them, the party was full-on. Fans drank, sung and danced. It had calmed only when they reached the richer parts of the campsite. The noble and rich tended to celebrate more dignified, something Harry really liked at the moment. It had been a wonderful game full of twists and turns but left him exhausted. He had clung to the edge of his seat, watching and picking up quite some moves. Once the Bulgarian Seeker Krum had plunged towards the ground, making his opponent to follow. Pulling up his broom at the last second he got time to search for the snitch in a calm way while his opponent had to be helped from the ground by staff because he had crashed down.

Yet Krum's efforts were for nought. While he was the better seeker, the Irish Chasers crushed Bulgarian line under their heel. Goal after goal was made until the verdict was clear. Bulgaria had no chance in winning anymore so Krum decided to end it on his terms. He caught the snitch to a massive uproar but lost his team the match in the process. It had been like Fred and George said, Ireland won, but Krum caught the snitch. Harry smiled at the thought. His friends were really the luckiest guys he had ever seen. Next, to him, Susan was discussing the match with Professor McGonagall. Ever since they left the stadium they had been talking about it, certain moments and pieces and their very different opinions due to their different allegiance. Especially a questionable penalty decision around the twenty-minute mark for a bludger shot was brought up again. Professor McGonagall was insisting it was a fair verdict why Susan argued there was no foul and so the penalty shot shouldn't have been given.

Remus kept close to the boy, hovering over his shoulder the entire way back. There had been a lot of people and he didn't want his friend's godson to get lost or anything else. He was a little worried at the boy. He had been a little odd over the last couple of days, strangely emotional. When he had visited a few days back, Harry had started crying for about ten minutes but not saying why. There had been other similar moments. Also, he felt bad for Harry at the moment. That gross disfiguring lump on his chest seemed to embarrass and hurt him. He hadn't shown it to anyone, not saying what the potion was he had made nor letting someone touch it. Remus had never heard about a potion accident like that but on the other hand, it would have been an odd potion from the Black Library and if Remus was honest to himself he was pants at potions. There was a good reason he would have to go to Hogwarts in a few days to pick up the potion from Snape. As much as he loathed this, Dumbledore had made arrangements for him to continue his treatment and Remus wouldn't piss on someone's kindness.

Finally, the Black tent came into view and Harry sped up his strides towards the dark green and onyx construct. The others followed him, all now a little worried about what might have happened while they were gone. Harry stepped inside finding only Sirius in the middle of the room, sitting on a couch. Narcissa was nowhere to be seen. The black-haired man raised his head smiling at them when he saw them come inside.

"Hey there. How was the game?" He asked standing up to meet them halfway. Harry grinned at him.

"It was awesome. Best Quidditch I have ever seen." His hand Sirius noticed petted the egg under his shirt again. Harry did that all the time now. Sirius had been the only one he allowed to touch the small thing. He had shown it to him and he had let him feel the warmth of it. When He had brushed his fingertips over it, he had felt the warmth spreading from the small object. What Harry didn't know was that Sirius had noticed him talking to the egg. When they were still at Grimmauld Place, Sirius had continued to sleep in front of Narcissa's door. Before he would wind down for the night, he always took a tour through the house, checking the entrances and everything. Like a guard dog. When he had come to Harry's room he had heard hushed whispered talk through the door.

At first, he had thought with a lot of glee, his godson had smuggled a girl into the house, trying to be extra sneaky and had intended to listen in just for a short moment, ready to tease Harry at the morning. Yet it was only Harry's voice he had heard talking quietly to someone. Then he realised the boy hadn't been talking to someone but at someone, telling them about his day, about the colour of the sky, just filling the room with his voice. It had taken the words "When you will be born, I will show you." Then he had realized his godson was talking to the egg like a mother would to her unborn child. Sometimes he had caught on even during the day, telling the small precious object whose voice it was in the room or something like that. It was odd and adorable. Another time, Harry had fallen on the stairs. Instead of catching himself the boy had turned, clutching to his chest and rather fallen on his back. Luckily it had been only the last few steps.

"That's good to hear Prongslet. Come on in people, Kreacher has prepared an evening dinner for the whole lot of you. You have been up and about for a few hours now, no need to go to bed hungry. Of course, I also want to hear everything." Sirius said with a grin, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder moving them to the dining area. Harry stopped short at the door, letting the rest of them pass by. He leaned back, whispering at his godfather while they watched the others to sit down.

"How is Narcissa?" He asked carefully, worryingly. Sirius sighed, nodding shortly.

"A little better. I think she is still a little in shock. I have put her to bed two hours ago, but I thought about waking her, asking if she wants to eat anything." His godfather was about to turn away to do exactly that when Harry got hold of his hand, pulling him back.

"Let me." He whispered, stepping back. Sirius raised his eyebrow looking at his godson.

"You sure Prongslet?"

"Yeah, I worried the whole game for her. Just keep an eye on the others, would you? I believe Auntie Minnie and Susan will yell at each other." He said with a chuckle before leaving the dining room quickly. Crossing the dim-lit main area and jogging up the stairs, Harry listened to the muffled voices from the eating area.

"Come on little one, let's see if Narcissa is all right." He whispered to the egg while walking along the gallery until he stood in front of her door. Stepping back after he had knocked, he waited for a short moment, before he heard a key in the keyhole. The door opened a slight bit and then just opened, staying open a little. Harry stared at it for a moment, then he slowly pushed it open, sticking his head in. The inside was dark, a bedroom like his own, what colour was hard to tell. There was a crest on the backside but whether it was the Black or Peverell Crest he didn't know. Narcissa sat on the edge of the bed, her hands holding on to it, and she just stared out ahead, onto the ground. Somewhere in the distance, there was a quiet rumble.

"Narcissa?" He asked carefully, not stepping inside. He knew she was special about her bedroom and even though this wasn't her real one just one in a tent for a day, he felt like he was imposing.

She slowly, like it took a little time for her to process him being here. Her face was half in the shadows but he did see that her eyes were red and full of tears. Harry was pretty sure she didn't sleep for the last two hours.

"Hello, Harry...how was the game?" While she looked like she cried her voice was even and calm. She had been trained ever since childhood who to be a Lady and Ladies don't choke on their tears or show their pain. That is what her mother had told her. Harry smiled at her a little.

"It was fine. How are you?" He asked, stepping inside after she waved him in. Slowly he stepped closer, sitting at the edge of her bed too. Her hair looked messy and her eyes were really puffy her nose red. He lovingly took up her hand, brushing over the back. She gave him this fake smile from before, he really hated, because he knew she just tried to hide her pain.

"It's okay Harry. Don't worry." She said with a soft voice, looking away. He took her hand up, and like before he placed it on his chest, over the egg, while he shook his head. There was this rumbling noise in the distance again a little louder and a little quiver went through the ground.

"It's not okay Narcissa. You are hurting. Please let me help." He whispered, feeling her fingers curled around the egg, brushing over it slightly. Narcissa shook her head a little.

"It...it is okay. I know Draco has h-his moments of a temper tantrum, b-but he will g-get over it. He is my baby boy, I know he will understand in time." She whispered, her voice ever so slightly off. Harry wasn't convinced but he didn't have the strength to argue.

"Okay. You tell me if you need anything right? I will make it happen if I can." He asked her, not sure who to handle this. Blond hair flowed a little as she nodded.

"Yes, I know. Thank you, Harry. I will ask." Her fingers once more curled around the egg. "It is really warm you know? Like a hug or a blanket. It's nice." Her voice whispered only, trailing off a little at the end. He smiled at her.

"Yeah, I know. I feel the need to pet it all the time, it is weird." He placed his hand over hers pressing it a little against the warmth in front of his chest. She held onto it for a moment, then her hand slipped away. He could almost see herself close off now.

"Sirius wanted to ask if yo-"

A loud bang roared over the camping ground and the ground shook violently. Harry and Narcissa jumped from the bed in a sudden jerk, turning towards each other.

"What th-"

A second bang, like an explosion, interrupted Narcissa followed by screams outside the tent. Both of them hurried towards the door and out on the gallery. Everyone pilled out of the dining room down below, wands in their hands. Sirius' eyes darted upwards to his family.

"Harry! Cissy! Are you all right?" He asked with utmost concern in his voice. Harry ran along the gallery, Narcissa right at his heels and called out.

"Yeah, we are fine what is going on?"

Sirius shrugged, moving to the entrance of the tent. Outside more screams came and went more explosions. Sirius glanced out of the tent quickly, seeing fire and running people.

"Something is wrong, I see burning tents and people running." He turned around to the other adults, looking with concern and determination.

"We have to get the kids out of here, fast that is." Narcissa, Remus and Minerva nodded. Sirius turned towards the others.

"All right, we make our way to the port-key area, there are wards up. Take these!" He placed emergency port-keys in each hand. He had taken the safety in his own hand, always the thought of Voldemort in his mind. Right now he was thanking Merlin for that.

"Stick to the adults. Neville, stay close to Remus, Susan to Minerva, Harry, Narcissa you stick with me. All right? Get out now." He waved them all through the entrance and came out last, taking Harry's hand.

Outside was utter chaos. People were screaming, tents were burning and over everything hung a large skull with a snake coiled around it on the sky. There were explosions around the campsite and when Harry turned his head, he saw the entire stadium, where they had been not an hour ago engulfed in flames. The fire struck to the sky and roared and almost screamed. Sirius tugged at his hand and pulled him away towards the port-key area. They came only a few feet before Narcissa called out.

"Watch out!" Pulling Harry and Sirius back. A tent collapsed right into the middle of their group, cutting them off from McGonagall, Remus and the two other children. Harry stared through the flames, trying to see whether the others had made it. Then he saw through the smoke and the fire Remus waving. Sirius waved back and called out.

"Go on, we find another way!" "All right, stay safe." was the answer and Remus and the rest disappeared into the darkness. Sirius turned to his family.

"All right, we need to find another way. Watch out and wands ready." They both nodded and in a quicky running motion they started weaving through the tents. Harry looked around, only seeing fleeing people and fire. The smoke was bad and he started coughing, wand hand out while the other clutched to his egg. Two people ran across them screaming. They came up to the Greengrass tent.

He then saw three persons. They wore tall heads, black robes and masks. Their wands were out and they didn't scream or anything more strutted around. One rather fat one was pulling a girl behind himself on her blond hair, dragging her along, while she kicked and screamed. He didn't seem to care and kicked the girl once. Another had a limp body over his shoulder, brown hair flowing in the wind. Behind them in the entrance was the stretched out form of Lord Greengrass, if he was alive Harry couldn't see. The struggling girl turned her face and Harry saw a short glimpse of dark green eyes looked into his own for a moment.

"Daphne!" He called out leaving his godfather side instantly, his wand out while running towards the people. The one not carrying anybody turned his head, a black and silver mask covering his face.

"Ah, the hero boy!" A snarling voice came from the mask. Harry was sure he knew this voice but he couldn't place it. He pointed his yew wand at the group.

"Let them go! " He yelled back, while Sirius caught up to him. Narcissa on the other side.

The leader turned his head to his henchmen.

"Kill them." The one dragging pointed his wand at Daphne and Harry could only get out a no, before a flash and she crumbled to the ground. At least it hadn't been a green one. Harry twirled his wand around.

"Expelliarmus!" He called out pointing at the man how had dragged his classmate. The man swirled his wand and swatted the spell to the side. Then hell broke loose.

Sirius started a fight with the man who had carried the limp form of Astoria Greengrass. A slashing curse to his leg made the Death Eater curse, slamming him back with a Reducto. He caught himself and dodge the slashing curse to his own throat in a quick duck. Sirius lifted a rock from the ground and slammed it into the man side. The man tumbled to the side only to catch himself.

"You bastard!" Sirius' opponent yelled and tried to cut into his upper arm, missing him barely. If he had hit Sirius would have lost the arm. Picking something up from the Marauder in his mind, Sirius waved out his wand and the sparks and small ambers in the air turned, flying towards the face of the man, swirling around his head like a swarm of angry bees. They had used something like that at Snivellus all the time back in the day and it confused the Death-Eater just long enough not to be able to parry the slamming curse that hit him right in the face and knocked him out. For good measure, Sirius added a Petrificus Totalus.

While Sirius fought the first Death-Eater, Harry was dodging the best he could against the fat one. His face was already bloody from a nasty curse that barely hit his scalp and could have easily taken his head of. Harry tried to disarm him two times more. Both times the fat man had swatted the curse away, laughing at him. Harry dodge another curse. He noticed how unprepared he was for fighting. He knew almost no combat spells, since of the three years he had been to Hogwarts year two was normally the year for that but that had been ruined by this useless excuse of a teacher. He was out of ideas and felt something blocking him from the retreat.

"Well well, looks like the golden Boy is out of options." The fat man laughed, swatting away another disarming spell. Harry's wand hand shook and he held his hand protectively over his chest.

"The Dark Lord will be pleased to hear that you died lonely when he returns." The man's glee could be heard in his voice. Harry took his pulled at his memories. Sirius rescue. Him asking Harry to live with him. The birthday he had. The moment his egg touched his chest.

"Expecto Patronum." A white and silver Stag burst from Harry's wand and stormed at the man, who screeched out for a moment. The stag was large and impressive, with giant and very pointy antlers. The man raised his hands and shielded his face, only to laugh when the Stag just passed through him. Even a corporal Patronus has no mass, is just an emotion. He couldn't harm him. He turned back at his victim but saw the boy smirking and jerking his wand to the side. Daniel McLaugh had only time to turn his head to the right, before a broken piece of a tent pole, jagged and very pointy, crashed into his knee propelled by a quite skillfully executed Wingadium Livilosa. The sound the fish spear-like object made when it pierced into his leg was nasty. You could hear the ripping flesh and the breaking of bones. McLaugh screamed tumbling to the floor. His lost his wand at the moment, clutching to his knee, screaming in pain and agony. His other hand stretched out for his wand, when a foot came down onto the small wooden object, snapping it in half, making McLaugh howl in a different kind of pain. He stared up and looked into the emerald green eyes of the boy he had moments ago laughed at before a piece of wood in the boy's hand clocked him to the side of his head knocking him out.

At the same time as Harry and Sirius fought their short fights, Narcissa was in her own one. But while both of them fought unknown opponents, she knew exactly who was hers. Years ago, while looking for something she had opened one of the drawers in Lucius office. In the drawer, there had only been a single object. A black mask, with silver linings and a grill like a mouth. She had recognised the Death Eater mask, knowing what it was of course. Back then she hadn't cared for it, because it was none of her business, but now she started at the exact same mask, fighting its wearer fiercely. Both of them shot curses and jinxes at each other.

"That's more like it Narcissa. You look better that way." Her ex-husband said when he hit her forehand with a slicing jinx. She didn't flinch. There had been worse pains in her life, hell worse pains this day.

"You took away my son you bastard." She yelled out, shooting a flame charm at him, which he dodged with a quick sidestep.

"What? Nonono, Draco made his own decision Narcissa." He laughed trying to block her movement with a Leg-locker charm. He missed.

"He was a lovely boy until you dug your claws into him you...you..."

She was out of words. The hate she felt was void of words just pure spite. Lucius laughed at her again.

"No, our son was this way, the right way all along. It was you, running with strays and blood traitors that turned him on you." She tried again to hit him to the head with a slamming curse but he blocked it. Then he lowered his voice in triumph.

"And he will take his place at the Dark Lords side soon enough!"

That sent Narcissa over the edge. She had always been the dutiful wife, the loving mother. She had held the image of Lady Malfoy, obedient to her husband and reserved for the rest of the world. She had never been out there with low society and unladylike activities like duelling or sporting. So Lucius Malfoy was under the impression she was an easy target. While she never had been eager nor particularly powerful, she was still Narcissa Black and that meant being the sister of Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, the deadliest duelist of all the Death Eaters. It was a reason her sister was the right-hand woman of the Dark Lord and she had learned from her. All that training her older sister had forced on her years ago now let loose. She turned her rage, her utter disgust and hatred for her ex-husband into energy and this energy into the will to fight. She started swirling her wand, firing curse after curse. Lucius' smile froze under his mask when he saw how his ex-wife changed right in front of his eyes and soon he had to fight even keeping his shields up until a rather nasty cutting curse slipped through his defences and hit him right in the face. He tumbled to the ground holding his face.

"Narcissa!" Sirius Black and Harry came running towards her. Lucius used the short distraction to cast a smoking charm and scramble away fleeing. The three of them were coughing and quickly Sirius dispelled the smoke, but it was too late, Lucius had escaped.

"Are you both all right?" Sirius asked, his worrying eyes darting between his cousin and his godson. Harry nodded, still pale and breathing heavy. Narcissa, brushed over her forehead smearing blood over her perfect face. Then their boy turned to the three unmoving bodies on the ground.

"The Greengrasses!" Harry ran towards Daphne, Sirius to Lord Greengrass. Narcissa bowed down to the girl that was lying in a heap, brown hair flowing over her head. She brushed it out of her face and cast a quick spell.

"Unconscious." She called out. Sirius raised his head, looking up from the older Lord. "He too, thank god."

"Daphne is out cold but seems fine." Harry joined in. "What shall we do?"

The decision was taken away from them when red-robed Aurors ran through the darkness towards them wands in hand. Leading them, her face pale and her wand ready was Amelia Bones, her robes billowing behind her.

The Cavalry had arrived.

AN

Hello boys and girls, there is something I put of quite a long time but now there came quite a few comments about it. I know I have not the best grammar and I think I can't handle it myself, so I am searching a dedicated beta-reader.

So I had fun, it was easier writing the duel this time. I actually didn't plan for a duel but then there was a comment at the last chapter, that made me think, yeah why the hell not? Most problems were how to end the thing really because I didn't want Lucius to be caught there.