Chapter 2

A quidditch game to remember

Disclaimer: We do not own anything Harry Potter. We only own our characters. Story cowritten by anglewnw.

Secrets tend to get revealed when you're feeling most loved and when you're feeling most betrayed. -Unknown

Willow and Ginny followed the twins around as they strolled through the salesman selling souvenirs before the match. She noticed how their eyes lit up then dulled when they saw how much certain things cost, especially they Omnioculars. Willow snuck quietly away and purchased 4 pairs for her friends. Hiding the bag behind her back, she followed the Weasleys back towards the camp, smiling when she saw everyone else sporting shamrock hats and rosettes. A sudden loud booming gong sounded from beyond the woods, causing Willow to jump with a silent scream as Mr. Weasley yelled "it's time," his excitement contagious.

Everyone rushed into the woods and followed Mr. Weasley, the sounds of others laughter and shouts surrounding them. Willow clutched her bag of omnioculars close to her chest laughing with the others as they headed towards the pitch, her heart thrumming with excitement and somewhere deep down a fear that something was not right. She eyes the stairs as she heard the Ministry witch say top box, her desire to be utterly lazy winning with being modest.

"Oi, Fred! Wanna give me a piggyback ride to the top?" Willow asked, surprising herself with her boldness.

Fred and George both turned to her as if unsure they heard her correctly.

"You want me to what," Fred asked. "Oi you hear this, George, little pixie wants me to carry her to the top."

"I heard her Freddy, but why would she ask you? I mean I am clearly the stronger of us and the better looking," George pretends to be appalled, hand on his chest in fake outrage.

Fred laughs as Willow's pale skin tinges pink and she makes to walk past them, wishing she had never asked. Fred stops her suddenly and says, "I didn't say no, pixie. Hop on."

Willow smiles and hops on his back handing her bag to George. "All right let's go," Willow says laughing as she holds on tightly. When they reach the top where their seats are, Fred drops Willow ungracefully into a seat before they both plop into chairs next to her. No words were spoken as they all admired the perfect view of the Quidditch pitch. "Wow," all three said laughing softly.

"Thank you, Fred. I wasn't liking the look of those stairs," Willow said taking her bag from George before handing them both a pair of the omnioculars she had bought. Ignoring their looks of shock, she leaned around Fred and handed the other pair to Ginny, smiling as she nodded a soft thanks to her.

The twins didn't have a chance to speak when they heard a sudden annoying drawl from behind them, "Aww, your little girlfriend had to but you a present. What's the matter you traitors couldn't afford them yourselves?"

Willow turned her had sharply making eye contact with the sneering Slytherin. "Malfoy," she whispered, eyes flashing angrily.

Malfoy turned to look at the girl, eyes flashing, a sneer permanently stuck to his face, looking her up and down, "Who are you, to be speaking to me?", he hissed. "What's your name again, Everwood?"

"Aah, Ms. Everspeak. How is your father doing? I do so miss our meetings together," Lucius Malfoy said, turning to the children, looking from the small raven-haired girl to the red-heads that flanked her. "Weasleys? How on earth did you manage to afford these seats? Sell a child or two did you Arthur," Malfoy Sr. shouted down the aisle.

"Not that it is any of your business, Sir. But the minister gave Mr. Weasley these seats, as he is a valued ministry employee who didn't pay his way into his job," Willow stated calmly, anger flashing behind sapphire eyes.

Draco's eyes widened in shock and he involuntarily flinched as his father reached towards Willow and grasped her chin. He couldn't help to slightly admire the defiant flame that danced in her eyes. "You would do well to learn your place girl, before I have to teach it to you." Lucius whispered loud enough for only her and Draco to hear.

Willow jerked her face away from the man, slapping at his offending hand, "To quote your son, 'my father will be hearing about this,'" She stated before turning away, efficiently dismissing the blonde pair.

A shocked silence passed over the elder Malfoy, fist clenching around his wand, his son eyeing the girl admiringly, before he settled back into his chair for the match. The match was a blur of green and red, yelling and laughter and before long the game was over Ireland winning despite Bulgarian star Viktor Krum catching the snitch. The group of giggling children and merry adults made there way back to the campsite, talk of the Wronski feint and the Irish victory echoing through the woods.

Drinking butterbeer and listening to the twins' tease Ron about his love for Krum, Ginny and Willow curled up on the couch, watching the merriment and laughing with one another. Suddenly screams and loud bangs could be heard from outside "Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on," said George.

"Stop, Stop it! It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here. Now," Mr. Weasley said, grabbing Ginny and Willow, ushering them towards the front of the tent.

The screaming, the Death Eaters and the utter terror in the air threatened to swallow Willow as she struggled to keep up with the twins and Ginny, who were ordered to stay together. Clinging tightly to Fred's hand as he dragged her along, she was suddenly flung into the air as a tent next to her exploded and caught fire. Momentarily stunned, Willow fought to breath as she stood on shaky feet panting in large gulps of air, hands on her knees. Looking up, she grabbed her wand as she was face to face with one of the masked monsters. Her heart hammering so loudly in her chest, she thought it would explode from fear. The Death Eater tilted his head looking her up and down, taking one slow step towards her, awakening her from her frozen stance.

"Incendio," Willow shouted, throwing the spell over her shoulder as she ran towards the woods, hoping to lose the maniac and find her way to the portkey.

Once in the woods she stopped for a breath and listened for the sound of footsteps behind her. Sighing audibly in relief, she took in her surroundings and realized she was as lost as could be, every way she looked being filled with smoke and more trees. Walking slowly in whatever direction looked the safest, Willow sniffled as she tried to blink back her tears, not being able to afford a moment to cry for fear of being found by a death eater looking for blood.

"Everspeak!" a voice yelled from her left, causing the startled girl to draw her wand and yelp in surprise. "What are you doing? Out here all alone? Don't you know that it isn't safe for blood traitors like you to be wondering in the woods filled with Dark Wizards," Draco Malfoy said, stepping from behind a nearby tree. "Maybe I should yell and lead them your way? Hmm. What do you think they would… You're bleeding. Do you know that?"

Draco took a step towards Willow, causing her to step backwards and trip, her head colliding with a nearby tree as she fell unconscious as his feet. Draco sighed and picked up the unconscious girl, taking a moment to admire her beauty before sneering down at her and muttering about having to carry a traitor to safety. Draco walked for ten minutes when he heard a faint shout of "Willow" to his left. Rolling his eyes, he turned and walked in that direction, as Willow started to stir in his arms.

"Everspeak, don't squirm. I don't want to drop you, we are nearly to your precious Weasleys now," Malfoy whispered harshly.

Willow opened her eyes and looked up at the face of one of the most despised Slytherin boys in school a strange fluttering in her belly as she took in his almost angelic features and silver eyes. Shaking her head, she pushed away the weird flutters and chalked them up to her possible brain injury.

"Put her down, Malfoy," Fred shouted, wand aimed at the blonde's face.

"Yea drop her you snake," George repeated.

"As you wish," Malfoy said, dropping Willow onto the ground a large groan escaping her lips as she glared from half closed lids.

"Now sod off," Ginny said as she dropped down on the ground next to her friend.

"Fred, George. She is bleeding from her leg and her head. We need to get her to the portkey," Ginny shouted at the twins.

"I am not sure what happened to her leg, but she hit her head on a tree when she fell," Malfoy shouted over his shoulder as he walked away from the scene.

"Watch your back at school mate! We know you did this," Fred shouted before turning to help get Willow to safety.

"He didn't," Willow whispered, sitting up slowly, hand clutching her head, blood coating her fingers. "He may have actually saved my life. I was lost and anyone could have found me. I would much rather it be the blonde prick then one of those dark wizards. "

The twins looked shock and Ginny smiled softly a tear rolling down her dirty cheek. George picked Willow up despite her protests of being able to walk and carried her towards the portkey. The four of them sighed in relief when they saw everyone else waiting for them. All of them rushing to meet them.

"There you are, we were worried sick. Willow, are you all right? What happened," Harry asked, worry marring his features.

"Not now, we have to get home then we shall check you out ok Willow?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Willow nodded, slowly being placed on her feet so she could grab the portkey, knowing that this time she would not be able to avoid vomiting after the travel home. The portkey activated spinning them all back to the Burrow where Willow promptly collapsed and fainted to the shock of Mr. Weasley who caught her just before she hit the ground.

Willow awoke sometime later to the worried face of her father hovering above her, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. "Papa, what are you doing here?" Willow asked, trying to sit up.

"No, rest snowflake. You had a minor concussion and a burned laceration on your leg. You are healed but weak. I will be taking you home tomorrow," Caspian replied, rubbing his daughter's hair, knowing that something big was coming.

Willow nodded, drifting back to sleep, unbeknownst to her that the Quidditch Match was just the beginning of her encounters with Death Eaters.