Note: I do not own 'Harry Potter'. I do own my own characters. I hope you enjoy and I'll try to post a couple of chapters a day since I leave on a 40 day vacation on the 25th...No matter what or how busy I become with packing and everything, I will have it all posted before my flight takes off...

The entire group was at the Burrow and we set out early to reach the portkey that we were sharing with the Diggorys. Sirius said goodbye before he left for another mission. When we met up with the 7th year and his father, their eyes never left me until I sent a mild spell at them. I hated being stared at.

"Hold on or you'll be left here," I said grabbing the portkey.

I fell to my knees like the younger Weasleys and Neville. I dusted myself off and saw Cedric staring at me again. I looked down and noticed why, the neck of my shirt shifted and the scars were visible.

"If you think those are impressive, you should see the ones on my back. A belt buckle can do a nasty piece of work when brought down with force."

I had a lot of magic and power but I still couldn't heal or even cover the scars. Mr. Diggory pulled Cedric away and I followed Mr. Weasley and the others to our tents. They looked pretty small but the inside had been enlarged. The match was about to start so we left our bags and headed to the massive pitch.

"Tickets?" the wizard at one of the entrances asked.

Mr. Weasley looked at Frank and Alice and handed the 7 tickets to him. I held up my hand and spoke.

"There's 9 tickets."

He glanced down and nodded. "You nine are up top. Hurry up."

My friends stared at me and I took the tickets back. The twins were impressed but Alice wasn't thrilled.

"You used the Imperius on the guard."

"I did no such thing. I didn't control his mind, just altered his perception. His eyes processed 9 tickets so technically there was no mind control. Relax, Alice. Enjoy the game. How about little bet?"

"We'll take it. Bet you 37 Galleons, 15 sickles, and 3 knuts," George said.

"Bulgaria will win," I said.

"Krum may be good but the Irish will win," Fred retorted.

I saw the blond hair before I heard the words coming out of his mouth. His gray eyes were piercing with hatred and he physically backed me up against the railing. I held my hand out at my friends and froze them to their spots.

"Well hello, Draco. Here to enjoy the Quidditch game?"

"How did you look like Mother? I should kill you for what you did. I knew it was you with that toodles bit."

"It's not like Narcissa was in any real danger. I was the one bleeding from the curse your aunt hurt me with."

"We had to burn everything you touched to get rid of your filthy blood. Mother was distraught over the loss of the furniture. It had been in the Black family for generations."

"Boohoo. I will tell you this only once. I'm not the same little girl you can try to torment. You don't want to fuck with me, Draco Lucius Malfoy. And tell your dear parents that if they want to survive, leave Voldemort. This will be over by the end of the school year. Toodles."

I pushed past Draco and headed up to our box. I had to make it a bit bigger to accommodate the extra people. Watching professional Quidditch was so different than playing it at school. I watched Viktor Krum intensely to get that Wronski Feint memorized.

Krum ended up catching the Snitch but not even those points pushed their score past the Irish. Fred and George were thrilled to have won the bet so I emptied my pouch.

"That's too much," Ron said.

"They made the bet together but get the winnings separately."

The twins didn't object and the group headed back to the tents. I watched as Ron and the twins acted out some of the moves. Ginny was getting a good laugh out of it, especially since Ron had just tripped over his own feet.

"Arya, Ginny, come on. It's late. We should head to bed," Alice said.

I gave Ron and Neville each a hug and whispered in their ears before I left the tent to head to mine. I laid on the fold out cot in my clothes while Alice and Ginny got ready for bed. I bid them goodnight but didn't fall asleep. I could feel the impending danger, the Dark magic in the air. Something was going to happen.

I felt the surge of magic before I heard the screams. I jumped off the cot and pulled the others to the other tent. Everyone was half asleep, except Ron and Neville.

"Everyone, head to the grove of trees," Mr. Weasley said.

"No. Take this," I replied, handing them a robe I had turned into a portkey.

Ron and Neville were slow to take it but seeing that I still had a grip on it, they finally grabbed on. I smiled and nodded.

"I'll be right behind you," I said letting go and watching my loved ones disappear.

I disguised myself into a plain witch and headed out. I helped out those running and finally looked for the people behind the attack. It didn't take me long to see the ones in the black robes and white masks. A group of 4 were heading straight for me but it was the lone wizard behind the others that I was more interested in.

"Mummy? Daddy? Where are you?" someone cried.

I turned and saw a little boy coming out of the darkness. He had messy black hair and was dirty. Tear tracks were down his cheeks so it had been awhile that he couldn't find his parents. The Death Eaters saw the boy too and one raised his wand. I jumped in between the approaching wizards and the small boy.

"You'd die for a mudblood. How noble."

"You can try to kill me but you'll only exceed in pissing me off more than I currently am."

"Crucio!"

I blocked with a shield and two others tried to curse me as well. Still with the shield up, I turned to the boy and stared into his brown eyes.

"Run to the trees. There are people there who can help. Go. You don't need to see this."

I kept an eye on him as he ran before turning back to the Death Eaters. The number had increased by 3 and they all watched me. I dropped the shield and tilted my head at them. I knew who they were by their magical signatures. They didn't attack and neither did I.

"Morsmordre!" the lone wizard cried out.

The green hazy mark of Voldemort rose into the air. I just clapped my hands and laughed.

"Perfect. So it's official. The Death Eaters of Lord Voldemort are back. This will be fun. Right, Macnair? Dolohov? Crabbe? Goyle? Where's Malfoy? Oh, that's right. He actually wants to live."

They fired off curses left and right but none of them hit me. The wizard approached and took a center stance in the group.

"Azkaban didn't agree with you did it, Barty? Does your father know you're here away from the watchful eye of your house elf?"

The look of shock was plastered over his face before his tongue darted out of his mouth.

"We were told not to kill but I think the Dark Lord would make an exception," he replied.

"But then you wouldn't be following his orders. I've got somewhere to be so…"

I bound all the Death Eaters but Crouch and with a snap of my fingers, they were transported to the cells in the Ministry. Crouch was more shocked so I let go of my disguise.

"Tell your so called master that I'll be seeing him soon. And tell Wormtail that the next time I see him, I'll be taking more than his tongue."

I left Crouch there and appeared next to my loved ones at the Burrow. Ron and Neville lunged at me, pulling me into their arms. Mrs. Weasley started to berate me for lack of safety.

"I'm sure I've showed you enough proof that I'm capable of handling myself. Besides I captured 7 Death Eaters and sent them to the Ministry. Unfortunately their wands didn't survive the apparition."

I promised to see them on the train and left for Godric's Hollow. Dobby ran me a warm bath with vanilla bubbles and I relaxed in the tub. In the hour I spent in the tub, I was just another girl, not a Death mage.