Hello loserish freakish moving creatures. We do have a winner, and that was Nicoleb. (Well done dude.) The correct answer was, of course, Mr Poe.

Because her idea for the next chapter had Barty impersonating Moody and running away from his Dad, it did skip ahead a bit, and I was hoping to slip in the Quidditch World cup before that, so instead her idea will be in the chapter after this, which I will write as soon as I've finished this one. It was just so I could get the Death Eater's burning everything before that, because, as I'm sure you have realised, Barty is most certainly himself at the Quidditch World cup.

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The Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup

"Was there really any need to do this, my Lord?" Snape asked, voice strangely high pitched and squeaky.

"Yes, Snape!" Said another voice, yet again, high pitched and squeaky, but obviously Voldemort's. "It is the only way to get into the World Cup unoticed."

"Well I don't really like it in here," Dolohov said, joining the ranks of the high pitched voices. "It smells funny."

The Death Eaters, just to make things a little less tedious for you, did all have high pitched and squeaky voices in their current predicament. And it was not because Barty had slipped large amounts of helium into Lucius's fruit cake. It was simply because each one of them were no bigger than 2cm high.

They were attempting to sneak into the Quidditch World Cup, so not only could they have a fun time burning down tents, but they could watch the match as well. Voldemort thought that it was all very prejudiced. Just because they were evil wizards, did not mean that they did not enjoy Quidditch, and he thought it was unfair that they were not allowed in.

(A/N: Why else do you think they waited until after the match to start burning things?)

So they were using Voldemort's plan and had shrunk themselves to 2cm high, and were currently sneaking in in the pocket of Lucius's robes. Needless to say that it wasn't the most comfortable place in the world, and, in Wormtail's opinion, the only thing that could have made it an any less enjoyable ride was having Barty there.

Barty, Wormtail had been delighted to learn, was not going to be with them, but was with his father, whom, Wormtail had not been too pleased to hear, had decided to attend the match, dragging his son along with him, under the Imperius and an invisibility cloak. Wormtail comforted himself in the knowledge that even if Lucius did run into Barty's Dad, then he would be quite safe in the pocket, and wouldn't see Barty anyway, on account of him being invisible.

Lucius marched along, his wife and son in tow with the usual smirk on his face. He had payed for seats in the top box, and was looking forwards to a nice evening of associating with very important people, and no riff raff at all.

That was why he was extremely surprised and annoyed to find Arthur Weasley sitting right at the front of the top box, along with his bratty children, Harry Potter, and that mudblood that Draco often talked about scathingly.

Good Lord, Arthur," he said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much."

He was pleased to see Arthur give him an irritated look before Cornelius Fudge spoke.

"Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."

"How-how nice," Lucius heard Arthur say. He would not be half surprised if that slight hint of jealousy that he had detected in his voice was real.

His eyes shot to the mudblood and gave her a half sneer, half glare. Honestly. How on earth was he supposed to enjoy the match when he was sharing the Top Box with a mudblood?

Meanwhile, in his pocket, the Death Eaters had been listening closely, trying not to make any noise, and only relaxed when the familiar swaying of the pocket started again, signifying that Lucius had finished glaring and was moving along the row to his seats.

Lucius sat down, his annoyance causing him to forget who he had in his pocket, and only remembered when he was notified by a chorus of small high pitched shrieks from his pocket, not too loud, but loud enough for the Weasley's to turn around suspiciously.

Lucius did not quite know what to say, so just sneered at them until they turned back round.

Lucius pretended to bend down to tie his shoelace, and instead took the oppurtunity to whisper an apology to the Death Eaters.

"You should be sorry," Voldemort hissed angrily. "I don't appreciate being sat on."

Lucius sat up again, and Voldemort sighed.

"If only I was out there," he said. "I'd love to watch that."

"Why don't we go out there?" Rodolphus asked.

"Because we'd be seen, idiot," Voldemort snapped.

"Not if we were careful," Bellatrix pointed out.

Voldemort sighed and relented, and so the Death Eaters climbed out of Lucius's pocket and looked around them.

It was impossible for Death Eaters 2cm tall to see over the row of red heads in front of them. Voldemort looked menacingly at the one head covered in messy black hair in front of them, and stepped forwards. Luckily, Rodolphus and Dolohov spotted the danger just in time, grabbed him by his arms and turned him away.

"Later," Rodolphus hissed.

"We have to get higher," Voldemort said, shaking them off. "How?"

He looked around carefully at the other people in the Top Box, and then his face broke into an all too familiar evil grin.

The Death Eaters followed his gaze, took a few seconds to comprehend, and then grinned too, apart from Wormtail, who was horrified, and looked as though he was about to cry.

Sitting one seat from the end of their row was a small bat eared creature in a tea towel. They all knew that this was a house elf, and they all knew that she was called Winky, but she was only the tell tale sign as to who was occupying the empty seat next to her.

To the unknowledgeable wizard, Winky was saving a seat for her master who was very busy, but to the Death Eaters, that seat was not empty at all, and it contained one person who the Death Eaters all knew well, and knew at once how they were going to watch the match. For, under the cover of an invisibility cloak next to the house elf who was hiding her eyes, was Barty Crouch Junior.

"Quick! This way!" Voldemort whispered, and they hurried across Lucius's lap, who seemed completely oblivious to their absence from his pocket and appearance on his lap, and looked at the long drop to the floor below them.

"I don't want to risk going across Winky's lap," Voldemort explained to his minions. "Even if she does have her eyes closed, her tea towel is thinner than Lucius's robes, and she might notice we were there."

"So we have to go down," Dolohov gulped.

"It's the only way," Voldemort replied. "Now, how do we get down?"

"We could parachute."

"We could abseil."

"We could fly." They all looked at Rabastan who had provided the last suggestion. He shrugged his shoulders. "It's a thought."

"I think we should abseil personally," Voldemort said.

"But we don't have any rope," Snape pointed out. He hadn't said much so far, feeling that being shrunk to 2cm wounded his dignity greatly. He also did not like his voice, no matter how Snape like he tried to make is sound, still sound high pitched and squeaky.

"We can use this loose end off Lucius's robes," Voldemort said, pulling at the piece of cotton. "Well don't just stand there, help me, you fools."

The Death Eaters pulled the loose piece of cotton on the hem of Lucius's robes, until, with one final tug, it came free.

Voldemort tied one end to the arm rest of the seat, and threw the other end down the ground.

"Right," he said. "Who's going to go first?"

The Death Eater's didn't reply.

"Oh for heavens sake," Snape sighed. "I'll go."

He strode over, grabbed the cotton, and stepped backwards off the edge, his face completely unchanged and his robes billowing behind him.

"Wow," Rodolphus said, peering over the edge to watch his rapid descent. "He does look like a bat."

Snape landed neatly and Bellatrix stepped forwards.

"Ladies first," she reminded them, before grabbing the rope and dropping down.

When all of the Death Eater's were finally on the floor, they hurried past Winky, over to the 'empty' seat at the end of the row.

"Where's his feet?" Voldemort asked. "Start searching."

The Death Eaters felt through the air, and Rodolphus was the first to find the soft texture of the invisibility cloak.

"Well done," Voldemort said. "Quick everyone, under it."

The Death Eaters hurried under the cloak and at once saw Barty's shoes.

"How are we going to get up?" Bellatrix asked.

"We'll have to climb up his trousers." Voldemort replied.

The others looked at him in disgust.

"On the outside of his trousers, you gutter minded fools." He spat. "Come on."

They clambered up onto Barty's scuffed shoes, and began the ascent of his trouser leg. They had just reached his knee, when there was a massive lurch, which wasin fact Barty jumping in surprise as he realised that there were several miniature people climbing up his leg. He looked down at them in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" He hissed.

"We've come to watch the match."

"Fair enough," Barty sighed. "Need a hand?"

He held out one of his hands, the Death Eaters stepped on and Barty lifted them up.

"Ah, that's better," Voldemort said as they stood on top of Barty's head.

"I can't see!" Wormtail complained, standing on tiptoes to try and see over a particularly tall brown strand of Barty's hair.

"Nobody cares, Wormtail," Barty said. "Give it up."

"Even when I'm 2cm tall you still pick on me?"

"Especially when you're 2cm tall." Barty replied with a sneer.

Winky opened her eyes and stared at the 'empty' space beside her in horror. Barty gulped. He had been speaking a little too loud.

"What is you doing?" She hissed to him as the Top Box applauded the Bulgarian players who were entering the arena. "You is getting your father into a lot of trouble if anyone finds out you is here."

"Sorry," Barty whispered back.

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The Death Eaters piled back into Lucius's pocket later on when the match had ended. They did so with great disgust as they found an object that hadn't been there before they left. It seemed as though Fred and George Weasley had slipped a dungbomb into Lucius's pocket when he wasn't looking.

Lucius wrinkled his nose slightly, and waited until he was away from everyone else, and then looked into his pocket.

"How on earth did that get in there?" He asked, picking up the dungbomb and throwing it quickly into some bushes.

"Weasley twins," Voldemort replied, as if that was an answer. "Can anyone see us?"

Lucius looked around.

"No," he replied. "We're in the forest."

"Excellent," Voldemort cackled. "Now put us on the floor and turn us back to normal."

Lucius did so, and soon, several full sized Death Eaters were standing in front of him.

"Thank you," Voldemort said. "Now pass us our hats and masks."

Lucius enlarged the small pile of Death Eater hats and masks that he had been keeping in his other pocket and passed them around.

"Grab some flaming torches everyone," Voldemort grinned when they had finished. "We've got some tents to burn."

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Harry Potter opened his eyes. He had no idea how long he had been out cold for, or how nobody seemed to stop to help him, or indeed how he wasn't burnt down along with the tents, with had stopped burning hours ago, and were little more than ashy skeletons of what they once were.

It was night time now, and much colder. He sat up groggily and stared.

Standing a few feet ahead of him was an extremely familiar looking man. Where had he seen him before.

Before he could contemplate any more, the man drew out his wand.

"MORSMORDE!" The man cried, and into the sky appeared a large green skull with a snake protruding from it's mouth, composed of what looked like emerald green stars.

Harry just stared, not the wisest of ideas. He could have at least pretended to be unconcious until the man went away, but no, and, of course, the man saw him, and to Harry's horror, started walking towards him.

"Harry!" The man stopped as he, along with Harry, heard the voice. "Harry, where are you?"

The man, who had a little more sense than Harry in dangerous situations, decieded to run in the opposite direction instead of waiting to see what would happen next. And by the time Ron and Hermione had appeared, he was gone.

"Harry," Ron said. "We've been looking for you for ages. We thought we'd lost you, mate."

Harry looked up at the emerald thing in the sky and grabbed his scar, giving one of his ever irritating gasps of pain.

"Stupefy!"

They all ducked as several ministry wizards rather recklessly decided to attack the first living things they saw.

"Stop!" Came a voice. "That's my son!"

Mr Weasley came dashing over.

"Ron, Harry, Hermione, are you all right?" He asked.

"We're fine," Ron replied. "We came back for Harry."

"What is that?" Harry asked, looking up again at the thing in the sky.

"That's the dark mark, Harry, it's his mark," Hermione informed him.

"Voldemort?" Harry asked. "Those people tonight, in the masks, they're his too, aren't they, his followers."

"Death Eaters." Mr Weasley confirmed.

"Everyone," Barty Crouch Senior said, gesturing to the ministry wizards. They walked off hurriedly.

"Wait!" Harry called. "There was a man. Before, there."

"All of you!" Barty Crouch said. "This way!"

They ran off in the direction Harry had pointed them.

"A man, Harry? Who?" Mr Weasley asked.

Harry thought. Whilst all this had been going on, he had remembered where he had seen that man before. After all, Dudley had watched so much television it was impossible not to pick up on whatever he watched. But what on earth would Mr Weasley think, not to mention the ministry, if Harry told them that the Doctor had shot the dark mark into the sky. So he settled for something a little simpler.

"I don't know," he lied. "I didn't see his face."

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Now off to write Nicolebs chapter!