Harry, Ron, and Hermione were met with a nasty surprise when they reached the Top Box, and that nasty surprise was Draco Malfoy. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Potty, the Weasel, and the Know-It-All, I'm surprised your family had enough money for this Weasel. I expect you'll go hungry for a month after this." Harry had to hold Ron back, as he saw that Ron's ears were becoming a deep scarlet, along with his face. "Come on Ron, it's not worth it." Harry said as he pulled his friend toward a seat.
A little while later, the match started, and Harry bought himself, Ron, and Hermione some Omnioculars, so they could watch the match better. Harry saw the Bulgarian Quidditch Captain use a move called the Wronski Feint, and told himself that he needed to remember that move. Ireland beat Bulgaria 170-160 with Bulgaria catching the Golden Snitch. Harry and the others went back to their tents where they celebrated, until they heard explosions. Mr. Weasley went to go check it out "Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." said Fred. Mr. Weasley came back into the tent saying "Stop! Stop. It isn't the Irish, we've got to get out of here right now."
By the time they packed their things, and left the tent, the girls were already outside waiting for them. Everyone around them was running and screaming in all directions. The group got separated amidst all of the chaos, and Harry found himself running against the crowd trying to find Ron and Hermione. He fell to the ground, but when he tried to get back up, someone accidentally kneed him in the face, and he got knocked out.
He awoke hours later, the tents on the fairgrounds burned to the ground, and nobody else around. Harry stood up, and looked to his right, and saw a man point his wand to the sky, and said "Morsmordre!" The next thing Harry saw, was a colossal skull with a snake coming out of its mouth in the sky. He heard Ron and Hermione run up to him, then heard about ten wizards say "Stupefy!" They all had to duck to avoid being hit with the Stunners.
Mr. Weasley then ran up to the wizards and told them to stop. The man that they met earlier, Mr. Barty Crouch, pointed his wand at the three teenage wizards "which one of you conjured it?" he asked. Harry asked "conjured what?" Then Crouch said "The Dark Mark. Which one of you conjured it?" Mr. Weasley intervened and said "Barty, they're just kids." Hermione whispered in Harry's ear, and said "That sign in the sky is the Dark Mark, it's his mark." Harry looked at Hermione "what? Voldemort?" Then his scar burned hotter than it had when he had the dream.
"Aaaarrggghh!" Harry yelled as he doubled over in pain. All of a sudden, Sirius came up behind Harry, and helped him up. "Is it your scar again Harry?" Sirius asked. Harry just nodded, trying to keep the tears out of his eyes. Sirius pointed his wand at a branch and said "Portus." The branch glowed blue for a few seconds, and then it returned to normal. "Come on everyone let's go. Molly is in a right state." Mr. Weasley, Sirius, Harry, Hermione, and Ron grabbed the branch, and travelled back to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
They portkeyed into the kitchen, where Fred, George, Ginny, Courtney, and Mrs. Weasley who was in tears. She got up from the table and hugged Harry. "I-I-I didn't k-know w-w-what to think. I thought you were gone." Harry patted her back, then when he calmed down Mrs. Weasley, went upstairs to his room with Ron and Hermione. He closed the door behind them, and said "my scar has never hurt as much as it did when that man summoned the Dark Mark." Hermione put her hands over her mouth, and Ron just stared at him, with his mouth opening and closing, like a fish out of water. Harry changed into his pajamas, and turned in for the night, and Ron did the same, while Hermione went to her room.
Harry couldn't sleep though, with everything that had just happened going through his mind. "Just forget it," he told himself "you're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow anyway. That'll help take your mind off of things." After hours of not being able to sleep, sleep found him, and he drifted away, hoping that he wouldn't have another nightmare.