Phew back from a very busy month! So sorry for the hiatus again! But I'm back and refreshed! Alse belated Holidays/Christmas and Happy New Year!
Fireworks erupted overhead the high-rised arena. Natsu goggled at the colours drizzling above them, craving them in his stomach.
Slap!
"Ow! Gray what the hell?!"
"You're drooling idiot…"
Natsu jumped at the information, wiping the drool from his face. "Ah man my makeup got smeared!" Natsu grumbled, the black and red makeup spread over the back of his hand. "Oh Natsu dear, you should have had something to eat before we left…" Fred mocked, handing Natsu spare red and black makeup.
"Hey, I thought you guys were going for the other team." George simply shrugged at Natsu's observation, passing to get a good seat. "Never know when the tables will turn." He called out, Fred nodding in agreement and followed his brother. Natsu rolled his eyes, applying the makeup in the areas he swiped. Suddenly, a scaly familiar scent infiltrated the air.
A smell that even the foulest of snakes would turn away.
Natsu pocketed the makeup, walking up to Gray with a nudge with the elbow and a jerk of the head. "Two o'clock." Gray looked at where Natsu was gesturing and instantly shriveled in disgust.
"Why are the Mafoys here? Bored from having sticks up their asses?"
Natsu snorted, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Maybe they're looking for better sticks."
Gray rolled his eyes, keeping an eye at the Malfoys as they followed the group up the stairs. Draco's eyes locked eyes with Gray, the latter not breaking away. Draco smirked, breaking away first and following his father with that entitled pompous gleam in his eye.
"Blimey dad, how far up are we?" Ron whinged.
"Well put it this way. If it rains…. You'll be the first to know." Lucious snarked, looking up at his co-worker. "Oh hey if it isn't Mr Bleck and Mr Bleck junior. Come here to get down on the commenor's level?" Natsu innocently asked, tilting his head with a lean on his elbows.
Draco jerked forward, ready for a rumble only for his father to stop him with his cane. "Now now Draco, play nice. After all, we don't want to keep the minister waiting…" Lucious made sure to meet Natsu's eye with that information and continued walking.
"Hehehe. Father and I are seated in the Minister's box. By a personal invitation. Signed by Cornelius Fudge himself!"
"Draco!" Lucious whacked his son in the stomach, Draco coughing with the impact. "No need to rub in boasts further into these people." Natsu's eye twitched at that last comment, the others agreeing with him with a turn of the body.
Whack!
Harry jumped at the sudden cold thud on the back of his hand. He met eyes with Lucious, the man's eyes cold and cunning. "Do enjoy yourself Potter. While you can." Lucious stared at Potter a little longer, until he finally released Potter's hand and makes his way to his seat.
"...Can I punch them now?" Natsu asked, Gray giving him a No-But-Keep-It-In-Mind smirk.
The stands roared and thudded in cheers for their favourite teams. The group made their way to their seats, eating up the amazing sights beneath them. "Come on everyone! Told you these seats were worth waiting for!"
"Woah so high up!" Natsu gleamed, Gray smirking as he put on his green and white hat. "Come on Ireland!" Fred yelled over the banister. A sharp wind passed above the group and a blur of green and white flew onto the field.
"It's the Irish! There's Troy!"
"And Mullet!"
"And Moran!"
The Irish team streamed clouds of green and white smoke, and the fireworks exploded above into a leprechaun dancing an Irish river dance. The whole stadium chanted Ireland's name as they flew around for their fans and the audience, then turned to face their opponents.
"Here come the Bulgarians!"
A burst of red and black disrupted the leprechaun, flying straight into the Irish team. A rouge Bulgarian flew away from the pack, showing off broom tricks of handstands, flips, and freefalls. "Who's that?!" Ginny yelled over the roaring crowd. "That sis, is only the best Seeker in the World!" Fred yelled back.
"Krum! Krum! Krum!" The crowd chanted once more, glorifying his image causing the audience to cheer louder.
"Good evening!" The crowd instantly quieted down, listening to the opening of the match. "As the Minister of Magic, it gives me great pleasure... to welcome each and every one of you! To the final! Of the 422nd Quidditch World cup! Let the match! Begin!"
With a white spark, the match began.
"Woohoo what a match!" Natsu beamed, wiping the makeup off his face. "Yeah, definitely different from the school matches at Hogwarts." Natsu laughed, flopping onto the bed with a huge yawn.
Bang!
Gray's head jerked up, his heart feeling like something wasn't right. "What was that?" He asked, half tempted to peek out at the commotion. "It's probably the Irish making a fuss. They sure know how to party." Natsu laughed.
"Somehow I doubt that…" Gray mumbled, leaving the room to investigate. Natsu shrugged, giving out another yawn about to fall asleep.
"Natsu!"
Gray burst in as soon as he left, shaking his friend awake. "What do you want Gray?!" Natsu snapped as he sat up in fiery rage. "Natsu the whole place is under attack! We have to do something!"
"Wait, what?!" Natsu leapt out of bed, sprinting out the tent. The festival was replaced with screams of terror instead of joys of laughter. Everything was in a blaze of fire, people running in fear. "What the hell is happening…?!" Natsu gasped.
"Natsu! Over there!" Gray pointed at a group of black hooded figures marching through the event, unfazed by the situation around them.
"Get to the Portkey! Stick together!" Arthur ordered, pushing the children towards the last location of the Portkey.
"Natsu!"
"Yeah!"
Gray and Natsu ran away from the group, pushing through the fleeing crowd. Taking advantage of the confusion of the crowd and donned their white robes.
"Gray, get everyone out of the area. I'll deal with the fire!"
"Got it!" Gray pressed his fist and his palm together, a blue frost emitting from his hands. "Ice Make: Wall!" Gray slammed his hands on the ground, separating the invaders from the fleeing onlookers.
Hermione called out for Harry who somehow broke away from the mass epidemic panic. "Harry! Harry!" She called out, trying to find him. A chill flew past her neck, gasping at the sudden wall of ice that had emerged. "What the…?" She gasped with the rest of the patrons.
"Everyone! Leave while you can! We will handle the situation here!"
Hermione's eyes widened at the white cloaked figure standing on a platform attached to the wall. She couldn't believe it. She looked around, trying to find someone she recognised. Harry, Ron, Natsu, Gray, anyone!
"Move!" The man commanded, everyone scrambling to get out of there. But Hermione couldn't move. She could only stare.
"Hey! Why are you laying there! Go! We got this!" The hooded man pulled Hermione to her feet, and dragged her away from the battlefield. "W-Wait! My friend! I don't know where he is!" She pleaded.
"Don't worry, we'll find him. But for now you gotta get out of here!"
"But-!"
A slurping noise filled the air, Hermione turning her head to the source of the sound. Her eyes widened in surprise and wonder. A man was slurping the fire up from the area! With a final breath, he directed the fire down at something.
Like a dragon.
"Do you believe in Fairy Tales?"
"Dragon… Dragneel…? Natsu?!"
And with that, Hermione felt a heavy blow to the neck and everything went black.