Chapter 2
- Quidditch World Cup -
"Blimey Dad, how far up ARE we?" Ron gasped in excitement, as they climbed higher and high up the stadium pitch towards their seats.
"Well put it this way," A new voice joined the conversation. Teddy looked over the railing to see Lucius and Draco Malfoy staring up at them. Lucius gave a small smirk. "If it rains... you'll be the first to know."
Draco's smug eyes flashed from each of the Weasley's, to Harry and Hermione and finally on Remus and Teddy. "Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."
Lucius turned to his son. "Don't boast Draco. There's no need with these people." The white haired man looked back up at them, wrinkling his lip in disgust.
Teddy took an angry step towards him but Remus grabbed his arm quickly. "Ignore them." He whispered. Teddy heard a thunk as they left. lucius had reached up and lodged his cane on Harry's hand. "Do enjoy yourself won't you. While you can." Then he left.
"What was that about?" He asked.
"No idea." Harry shrugged. Finally, after much climbing, yet surprisingly no complaints from anyone, they reached their seats at the very top of the stadium.
"Come on up, take your seats. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for." Arthur yelled over the cheers from the crowd.
"Come on!" George yelled over the side of the railing, clapping his hands.
Teddy looked up at his dad. He'd asked Ron earlier to helped to decorate his face in face paint, but Ron refused to paint the colours of the Irish flag, the team Teddy chose to support along with the twins. Ron had claimed that by doing so he had betrayed him, to which Teddy had just laughed.
Suddenly there was a strong whoosh of wind and Teddy stumbled. A team of wizards and witches flew over their heads and down into the stadium. Each one was dressed in matching green and white uniforms. "It's the Irish!" Fred cried.
"Woo hoo!" Teddy couldn't help himself from yelling. The Irish team's brooms let of a coloured trail of green and white, they flew up into the sky and fireworks went off. A large glittering Leprechaun appeared in the sky and begun to perform a jolly dance. Even Ron clapped excitedly. "Here come the Bulgarians!" He shouted suddenly.
Bam!
The Bulgarian team soared through the leprechaun, causing it to explode into sparks of red. As the team circled the stadium one of the men began to perform impressive stunts on his broom. The crowd begins to chant, "Krum! Krum! Krum!"
"Who's that?" Ginny asked.
"That there is the youngest seeker in the world!" One of the twins shouted.
"Viktor Krum!" The other whistled loudly.
The young man waved to the crowd from the air, pumping his fist in the air.
"Good evening!" The Minister for Magic's voice, Cornelius Fudge, echoed through the stadium. "It gives me great pleasure, the welcome each and every one of you, to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup."
Teddy let out an excited yell that made his father laugh.
"Let the game... begin!"
And the game begun!
"That was amazing." Teddy sighed, landing on one of the tent's beds.
"Told you, you'd like it." Remus ruffled his hair which Teddy instinctively flattened, beaming brightly. Mr Weasley had walked outside and Remus slowly followed after him. The twins were then dancing in the center of the tent, whistling an Irish tune when suddenly Ron jumped up on the table.
"There's no one like Krum." He said in a deep voice full of passion.
The twins started bumbling around in a comical manner muttering, "Kruuumm." Teddy giggled, standing up and walking towards his friends. "He's like a bird the way he rides the wind." Ron continued. "He's more than an athlete," One of the twins threw the Irish banner over Ron's head, before he tugged it off and threw it on the ground. "He's an artist!"
"Think you're in love Ron?" Ginny stared up at him, giggling.
The twins had begun to sing, getting down on one knee as if proposing to Ron. "Viktor I love you! Viktor I do!"
Teddy and Harry joined in. "When we're apart my heart beats only for youuu."
Ron playfully tackles George. Outside had become very loud, louder than it'd been before. "Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." Fred said.
Mr Weasley came charging into the tent again, breaking up the fighting brothers. " Stop! Stop it. It's not the irish. We've gotta get out of here. Now!"
"What's going on?" Teddy asked, now listening more intently to the screams outside. Only now he realized that they were happy screams, they were screams of terror. Remus ran into the tent. "We need to get back to the portkey!"
Teddy felt him tugging his arm and the two ran outside. The fourth year looked around the once jolly camp sight which was now set alight with fire. In the distance, figures wearing black cloaks and skull masks were setting nearby tents on fire. Crowds of screaming witches and wizards were pushing past Teddy, causing him to almost fall over. "Teddy, follow me!" Remus ordered, still gripping his son's hand.
"Dad!" Teddy screamed as their grip on each other was broken by the crowd. Remus tried to get to his son, but he could no longer see him and was being pulled further and further away. "Teddy!"
"Dad!"
"Teddy!"
Teddy fell over and landed, curled up in a ball, on the ground. His hands went protectively over his head. Feet slammed into his stomach as he tried to stand. The last thing he remembered seeing was the shoe of a large man coming straight at him. Then he was out cold.
"Teddy... Teddy..."
Teddy's eyes opened slowly. Everything around his was blurred. "D-dad?"
"Ted, it's me, Harry. Come on."
"Harry? W-what happened?"
"I don't know."
Those three words made Teddy's stomach flip. Nothing was more terrifying than not knowing, except maybe wasps... no, not even wasps. The fear of the unknown was indescribable. "Dad? Where is he?"
"I don't know."
There were those three terrifying words again.
Suddenly, there was the sound of movement in the distance. "Come on, Teddy." Harry whispered. The two bent down behind an upturned tent. The camping grounds were in ruins. Tents, stalls, banners and grass was on fire. There was no longer any signs of life, until a man walked into view, stepping over the rubble. Teddy got a bad feeling about the man. There was something not right with him. Maybe it was the way he walked so casually, and almost triumphantly, across the sizzling plain. The man, who was too far away to get a good look at, pointed his wand in the air.
"Morsmordre!"
A green light shot from his wand and exploded in the sky. It left behind a weirdly shaped glow, like the Northern Lights. Only it was in the shape of a giant ghostly skull. The hairs on the back of Teddy's neck raised when a giant serpent slithered out of the skull's mouth, slithering through the air. When Teddy was able to tear his eyes aware from the symbol, the man had disappeared.
"There you two are." Teddy jumped. Ron and Hermione was stumbling towards them, their faces covered in soot. "Been looking for you for ages."
"What is that?" Harry was still staring at the lights above, that cast a green glow on the four of them.
Suddenly, there was a flash. They were surrounded by wizards, all dressed in the Auror clothing. There was a mixture of cries as the wizards open fired on them. Teddy felt Ron pull him down to the ground. "Stop! Stop!" Teddy glanced up.
Remus and Mr Weasley were running towards them at top speed. "That's me son!"
"Dad!" Teddy sighed, happy to see his father was okay. Remus ran to his son and put his hands under Teddy's chin to inspect him. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"Dad, I'm fine."
A thin man, with a black broom-like moustache pointed his wand threateningly at the kids. "Which one of you conjured this?" He gestured to the symbol blazing above them.
"Barty, you can't possibly..." Arthur began.
"Do not lie! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime. Was it you werewolf?" His wand was pointed at Teddy who opened his mouth angrily, but Remus shifted so he was standing in between Barty and Teddy.
"Barty, they're just kids." Arthur sighed.
"What crime?" Harry asked.
Hermione tugged his jumper. "Harry, that's his mark."
Teddy knew who she was talking about, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. "Those people, in the masks, they were his too weren't they?" Teddy asked. "They're his followers."
Barty slowly lowered his wand. "There was man," Harry added. "Over there."
"I saw him too."
"All of you, this way." Barty ordered the Aurors.
"Harry, Teddy, who?"
"I don't know. I couldn't see his face."
Teddy stared up at the dark mark, Remus hand placed on his shoulder.