Bulgaria vs. Ireland for the Quidditch World Cup. And we had tickets for some of the best seats in the stadium. To be honest, I didn't really care who won. I was mostly excited to watch the Bulgarian seeker, the youngest seeker I've ever heard of.
We had a lovely tent, and spent the night before the games there. I ran into a bunch of kids from Hogwarts, and made friends with some kids from other countries. I talked to a pair of siblings from France, who said they both went to Beauxbatons, for at least an hour. Jacques and Camille were absolutely lovely.
When the match was finally about to begin, I walked with my family up to the stadium. It was massive, and that's putting it mildly. It was a beacon of light in the forest, and was even better once we got inside and to our seats. I looked around and saw several familiar Gryffindor faces. Then, of course, my father and Draco had to be rude to the Weaslys. I tuned them out, and chewed on my lip.
The match was fast-paced and thrilling. The quaffle was flying so fast and so often that it seemed to move faster than the snitch. Ireland had a substantial lead, and the Bulgarian veelas were visibly upset, even from our high seats. Then the match was over, quick as a flash, when Krum caught the snitch- but Ireland still won.
After, we went back to our tent for the night. I went to sleep to the sound of fireworks and singing, put when I woke up, I heard screaming. I doubted that I heard fireworks anymore.
I ran through the tent. My family was gone. Stepping outside, I stayed lose to the edge to avoid getting trampled. Ducking back inside, I grabbed my wand, no longer caring about underage magic laws. I ran with the crowds to the forest, but didn't go to the stadium. I pulled off to the side and caught my breath. Cutting through the trees and avoiding the paths, I headed back in the direction of the camp. I saw destruction on a scale I had never imagined. There were fires everywhere, and then a green glow in the sky. Looking up, I didn't know what to think. After all, what is one supposed to think when they see the one symbol that represents such terrible evils, evils that your family is linked to?
Near morning, I went back to my untouched tent and packed up my things. I sat in the main room facing the tent flap and waited. I counted the threads in carpet while I waited for someone else to enter. My mother was back first. She held me tightly before going to pack her things. Draco came soon after, and he was still smug even though he was obviously tired. Then, finally, came my father.
"What happened last night?"
"Go pack your things."
"I already did. What happened last night?"
"You needn't worry about it."
"The Dark Mark appears in the sky and I'm not supposed to worry about it?"
"Yes!" He very nearly shouted.
"Well I think I've every right to because it effects me! Anything that you can be implicated in means I can be too. And I don't want to lose any of my friends because of your stupid bigotry!" Then I stormed out of the tent and ran until I couldn't. I didn't go back for hours.