England, Great Britain. Before dawn. Hermione's bedroom. She packs her things that she needs in school.
Just in case she needs it. Clothes, books, quills, everything. Before she left the house to the Burrow, Hermione's mom always taught her to be careful whenever she goes.
The only daughter Mr. and Mrs Granger's have. They're precious.
Once Snape did visit the Granger's while Hermione was in school and Mrs Granger remembered him. She didn't tell Hermione about it because Snape said so.
It's a secret between Snape and Hermione's mum.. Snape doesn't want Hermione found out of his sudden visit, kinda weird.. though.
"Can I help you, sir?"
Mrs Granger draws her eyes on Snape figure, who the merlin he is?
Amused Mrs Granger is.. Snape is kind to a handsome old man like her age. The door half open, Snape stood there with no smile.
"Mrs Granger?" He asked.
"Yes?"
"I Am Professor Snape. Potions teacher in Hogwarts. Due Miss Granger.."
"Oh lord. Hermione, is she alright? My daughter.. Professor.. my HERMIONE!"
Snape blinked his eyes, his mouth hanging open, before he could continue his journey there.
Mrs Granger swung the door open.. panic, something bad happened to her daughter. "Professor?"
"Miss Granger is fine in Hogwarts". say Snape whispers. Mrs Granger sighs relief. "It's our duty to look after our students' priority".
Mrs Granger nods and smiles. "Please come in".
Snape enters, eyes begin wandering around the house. "Not much really. I never knew the teacher would come to visit their students' house and greet the family. Is that normal? Hermione didn't tell".
"Yes, actually the students don't know anything about it. We just... appear suddenly. I do remind you again Mrs Granger this is a secret between the students family and the teacher visiting moment".
Snape smiles.
Hermione rushed downstairs to meet her parents. "Mum. Dad. I'm going to Burrow".
"Oh darling. You love spending your holidays with Weasley and Potter. Just be careful dear it's almost at dawn".
Dawn. Weasley House. Mr. Weasley greeted her at the door, Mrs Weasley in the kitchen preparing the breakfast.
"Good morning Hermione. How's your journey?"
"Brilliant Mr. Weasley, are they waking up yet?"
"Perhaps not. You know the way".
Mr. Weasley smiles, pointing at the stairs. Hermione runs upstairs and hears Harry grunting voices outside of the room Harry shares with Ron.
Hermione swung the door open.. saw Harry in bed. She walks closer to him, Harry bits bolt upright, a gasp in his throat.
He winces, presses his palm to the scar on his forehead .. Across the room, Ron lies sleeping.
"Harry!"
Harry is flustered and still panicking. He spins, sees Hermione beside him.
"Hermione. Bad dream. When did you get here?"
"Just now. You?"
"Last night".
Hermione goes over to Ron's bed. "Wake up. Wake up Ronald!"
"Bloody hell".
Ron bolts up, tugs a blanket over his naked chest.
"Honestly. Get dressed, and don't go back to sleep". She bolted out of the room. "Come on Ron! Your mother says breakfast is ready!" As she screams in the corridor.
Ginny with her tired eyes, swung the door open.. saw Hermione stop in front of her. "Morning Ginny".
"Hermione.. early I think".
"Better hurry up before your mum, throw something we don't want to get hit with". She chuckles. "I'll see you downstairs".
Ginny nods.. close her door. Preparing herself. From downstairs we can hear Hermione voice inside the kitchen helping Mrs Weasley.
Woods. Dawn. Later. A string of sleepy silhouettes, Fred, George and Ginny Weasley. Harry, Ron and Hermione trail huffing Arthur Weasley.
Fred has a battered pair of omnioculars slung over his neck. They met up with Amos Diggory alongside his seventeen year old boy Cedric Diggory.
They continued to walk through the woods.
Moments later, they walk on up the hill. A boot on top of the hillside. Everyone is in a circle putting their hand on the boot.
The hill lurches, then tilts. The sky begins to spin. A howling wind rises and the sky spins faster and faster and faster still.. all becoming a blur. There's a white flash and suddenly they're all flying through the air.
Everyone cheers.
"Let go kids!"
"What?"
"Let! GO!
Hermione slams hard onto her feet and like the others beside her. Above her, the sky reels dizzily like a carousel, spinning slowly to a halt as Arthur, Amos and Cedric cycle into view, windswept but upright.
They walk across the field and we see there's a massive crowd gathered and cheering, thousands of tents are set up all over the edge of a steep cliff to the deep bowl of the stadium.
"Well kids, welcome to the Quidditch world cup!" said Mr. Weasley.
They walk into the crowd, taking in the sight. Music is playing and people fly about overhead on brooms. They approach a small tent.
Amos and Cedric separate and walk off.
Later at the campsite, Hermione and the others trudge through the eae of tents. Exotic accents dance upon the air, every nationality in evidence.
"Well, here we are! Home sweet home".
Mr. Weasley pulled aside the flap of a small tent. A very small tent. Hermione and the others pass through, then duck inside.
They enter the tent, the inside is many times bigger than the outside. Inside the tent.. Hermione and Ginny play with water from the sink.
Late at night. We pan up the hillside onto a large stadium which seems to have a huge number of floors. The Weasley, Harry and Hermione are finding their seats.
The ceremonies begin. Balloons fly and fireworks go off. As a fleet of broomsticks jet into view, a roar rises in the crowd.
"It's the Irish! There's Troy!"
"And Mullet!"
Five green and white figures fly through the air on their brooms leaving a colored trail behind them. A glittering leprechaun appears in the sky and starts dancing. Everyone is excited.
"And here comes Moran..."
Before Fred can finish, a fleet of dark clad riders soar over the opposite rim of the stadium. The crowd roars again.
"Here come the Bulgarians!"
Five red figures this time, one of them performs a stunt on his broom. One of them appears on the large screen. The crowd begins to chant..
Krum! Krum! Krum!
"Krum!"
Viktor Krum waves to the crowd.
Fred lifts his omnioculars to his eyes and spins a dial. Through the omnioculars, as he dials Krum in closer, then runs the image forwards and backwards.
Thousands of fans on the opposite side of the stadium flip large cards bearing the face of a surly, looking boy with Thick Eyebrows. Each one is emblazoned with his name.
As the boys look up in admiration, Krum jets past the vast mosaic of his likeness with nary a glance, flying with such breathtaking skill that Harry's jaw fairly falls open.
In the ministry box, Cornelius Fudge rises as Lucius Malfoy and Draco take their seats nearby.
Hours later. Campsite. They lie about, unable to sleep as they excitedly re-live the match. Just then, a chant of voices rises like a lion's roar beyond the tent.
Fred grins. "Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on".
"It's not the Irish!"
The others turn, see Mr. Weasley standing by the flap peering out. Something in his voice causes their smiles to wither.
"We've gotta get out of her. NOW!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione scrambled out of the tent and stared with disbelief at the hellish tableaux before them. All around them, people run in terror, trampling fires and kicking sparks.
They see a treeming clot of black robed wizards, faces concealed behind hideous masks, marching across the Campsite.
Some figures in pointed hoods carrying torches are walking across the Campsite chanting ominous noises. The crowd is panicked and rushing all over.
"Death Eaters!"
Mr. Weasley draws his wand. "Get back to the portkey everybody, and stick together. Fred, George.. Ginny is your responsibility!"
Time passed. The crowd has all gone. Hermione and Ron tiny dots race across the campsite. The man stops, looks then withdraws into the smoke, vanishes.
"Harry!"
"Thought we'd lost you, mate".
They look at the monstrous thing in the sky, Harry holds his head in pain. Just then, a popping fills the air and one after another Ten ministry wizards apparate into view, wand poised.
Suddenly they are fired on. "STUPEFY!"
As they hit the ground, ten jets of fiery red light electricity the air inches above their heads.
"Stop! That's my son..!" Mr. Weasley and others approach. "Ron, Harry, Hermione are you alright?"
"Which of you conjured it?"
They watch Barty Crouch, a stiff man with a toothbrush mustache and steely eyes emerge through the haze.
"Harry, it's his mark". whispers Hermione to Harry nodding to the sky.
"Voldemort!"