Author's note: This series follows the books but will include details from the movie series for drama. Please note that the major events of the story remain true to the series and will be summarized into small sections to help progress to the story's love interest. I do not want to be claimed for plagiarizing but the original story line is needed to explain the changes in character development.

M rating for sexual content anticipated to start in year 4.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter series. Thank you to J.K. Rowling for bringing us the wonderful Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

The Doting Rival

Chapter 21

By the time everyone returned to their tents, it was far too loud for any of them to fall asleep. Mr. Weasley agreed for them all to have one last cup of cocoa before bed. Leprechauns kept shooting over the heads, singing echoed into the night air. They soon were arguing about the match. It was only when Ginny fell asleep right at the table that Mr. Weasley instructed everyone to turn in.

Once in their own room, Adelyn changed into her pajamas: red cotton pants and a V-neck white t-shirt. She climbed into the top bunk above Hermione and watched the glow of the leprechaun lanterns flying overhead. She replayed the match in her head, eager to get back on her own broom. There were many moves she was eager to try.

Adelyn did not recall falling asleep. All she knew was that she was suddenly awakened by Mr. Weasley shouting. "Get up! Hermione, Adelyn – come one, now. Get up – it's urgent!"

She sat up quickly and climbed down from the top bunk. "What is it?"

She could tell something was very wrong. The noised in the campsite were different. Instead of singing, there was screaming. She could hear the trampling of people running.

"Just grab a jacket and get outside – quickly!"

Adelyn did as she was told and hurried out the tent. The three girls met the boys with Mr. Weasley. By the light in the night sky, it was evident fires were still burning. People were running into the woods, fleeing from something. Loud jeering and roaring laughter drifted towards them. Then a burst of green light revealed the scene.

A crowd of wizards move together in a tight pack with wands pointed in the air. They were hooded and their faces were masked. High above them floated four struggling figures being contorted into grotesque shapes, like puppets from strings, only above rather than below. Some other wizards joined the marching, masked group, blasting tents into flames with their wands.

"This is sick. . ." Ron muttered.

"Percy and I are going to help the Ministry." Mr. Weasley informed them. "Fred, George. Ginny is your responsibility." The twins each grabbed one of Ginny's hand in response. "You lot – stick together. Go to the woods. I'll come and fetch you when we've sorted this out!'

"C'mon. Let's go!" Fred led the smaller group into the woods. The colored lanterns that had previously lit the path were now extinguished. Adelyn felt herself being pushed back and forth by people whose faces should could not see in the dark. Suddenly, Ron yelled in pain.

"Lumos!" Hermione held her wand high. Ron was sprawled on the ground.

"I tripped on a tree root." They helped him get back on his feet.

"Oh! Where have they gone?" The trio looked around them in search for Fred, George, and Ginny. "They couldn't have gone far."

As Adelyn skimmed the trees, sounds of fear and chaos surrounding them. Her eyes landed on Draco Malfoy, leaning against a tree, not a care in the world. Adelyn furrowed her brows at him in bewilderment. He was watching the scene at the camp through the trees. "Draco?" She took a step toward him as he looked at her.

"Adelyn! This way. C'mon!" Hermione pulled her by the arm and she followed without hesitation. She looked back to see Draco watching as she continued on.

They followed the dark path deeper into the woods. Adelyn was tripping repeatedly. She groaned in frustration and started fishing through her pockets. "Oh, no! I don't believe it!"

"What?" Hermione and Ron asked in unison.

"I've lost my wand!" Adelyn said in frustration.

"You're kidding!" Ron answered. He knew Adelyn always kept it on her. "Maybe it's back in the tent."

"I'll got back to get it. You two continue on."

"No! Adelyn, we'll come with you!" Hermione pleaded.

"No, Hermione. I'll be quick. Find Fred and George." Adelyn took off back to the field.

It wasn't a long trek back, but she didn't pop out in the field where she was hoping to. Many other wizards and witched were pushing past her to escape into the trees. It became quite congested and difficult to move against the crowd. "S'cuse me. Let me through!" Adelyn struggled further and was shoved to the side. She fell towards a trampled tent and hit her head against a cauldron, knocking her unconscious.

Adelyn groaned on the ground. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to make out her surroundings. Her head was pounding, making her dizzy. She remained laying on the ground listening. It was quiet. There were no lights in the sky, just a smokey haze blocking the moonlight. She sat up slowly to prevent the blood from rushing to her head.

All around her, tents lay dilapidated. Not a person was in sight. About fifteen feet behind her were the woods. She was about to prop herself up to stand when she heard staggering behind her in the clearing. It was beyond her range of vision, but she could see the silhouette of a man slowly moving through the fog. It was too dark to make out any details.

Without warning, she heard the shouting of a spell. "MORSMORDRE!" A green, glittering light erupted from the area of the silhouette. It flew up into the sky and formed into a skull of emerald stars with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue.

Adelyn must have inadvertently made a noise. The man started pacing toward her rather quickly. He stopped abruptly with a distant echo. "Adelyn!"

It grew closer. Multiple voices now. "Adelyn! Adelyn!" She looked around to find the source calling her name. When she looked back, the man was gone.

"Adelyn! There you are!" Draco dropped to the ground eye level with her. "Are you alright?" He helped her to her feet.

"Draco? Did you see him?" She looked in the direction the man previously stood to find he was no longer there.

"See who?" He looked in the direction her head turned.

She looked up at the sky. Ah!" She groaned as her forehead burned and grabbed her head.

Suddenly, a series of popping noises announced the arrival of about twenty wizards, surrounding them.

"Duck!" Draco pulled her back down to the ground and covered her with his body.

"STUPEFY!" roared twenty voices. There was a series of flashes and Adelyn felt her hair rippling with the wind that the spells cast just above her. Draco tightened his grip around her.

"Stop!" yelled a voice she recognized. "STOP! She is my charge!"

Adelyn's hair stopped whipping about. She ever so slightly peaked around Draco to find Mr. Weasley striding towards them, looking terrified. Ron, Hermione, and Percy were close behind him.

"Adelyn! Are you alright?" he asked shakily as he approached.

"Mr. Weasley." She stood up swiftly and instantly regretted it. Her head throbbed from the lightheaded dizziness she was currently feeling. She reached out to steady herself against Draco.

"A bit dizzy, but otherwise fine."

"Out of the way, Arthur!" Mr. Crouch said curtly. "Which one of you did it?" He pointed his wand between Adelyn and Draco. "Which one of you Conjured the Dark Mark?"

"We didn't do anything!" Draco responded fiercely.

"Do not lie, sir!" Crouch retorted back.

"Barty," whispered a witch in a long wool dress. "They're just kids. They'd never be able to -"

"Where did the Mark come from?" Mr. Weasley addressed Draco and Adelyn directly.

Draco looked at Adelyn. She pointed past the circle of wizards. "There was someone behind those barely standing tents. He shouted an incantation. . ."

"Stood over there?" Mr. Crouch moved in the general direction.

"We're too late," the witch spoke up again. "They'll have Disapparated."

"Maybe not," Amos Diggory spoke up. "We should search nonetheless." He moved to the general area as the other wizards followed.

At this point, the other Weasley children emerged from the woods. "Adelyn! You're alright?"

"I told you all to wait for us to return," Mr. Weasley scolded. "Come on, now. Percy, take everyone back to the tent. I will go help Amos and the others."

Draco straightened Adelyn up. "You okay to walk?"

"I should be, now." She groaned again.

"You're bleeding!" He removed his black handkerchief from his breast pocket and gently pressed it to the side of her head. "Here."

She graciously accepted it, took a deep breath, and straightened up. Draco cleared his throat as he noticed Adelyn's chest. Her jacket had been hanging open and she wore only a thing white shirt. . . and no bra. There was not imagination to be had. He needed to focus. He looked back straight into her eyes, willing himself not to look elsewhere. He pulled her jacket close and buttoned it for her.

She stared back at him, eyes wide. She understood what had just occurred. She gulped as his hands slowly worked the buttons. "Thank you," she whispered.

Fred approached in worry. "Adelyn, let me help you." He made a motion to support her arm, but Draco wrapped his own around her and pulled her in.

"I've got her," her remarked. "Keeping leaning on me." He started guiding her forward. "Watch your step."

Adelyn was still in a bit of shock, looking down at her feet. "What was that?" she finally asked.

Percy answered. "The Dark Mark of You-Know-Who."

She looked up. "What?"

Hermione continued. "I read about it in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts. The last record of it being seen was fifteen years ago."

"I don't get it," Ron said frowning. "I mean, it's only a shape in the sky."

"Ron, You-Know-Who and his followers sent it into the air whenever they killed."

Adelyn stopped moving for a moment, listening. Draco gave her a soft squeeze and urged her forward.

"Well, it didn't help us at all tonight," Percy added. "It scared all the Death Eaters away the moment they saw it. Barely had enough time to catch the Robertses before they hit the ground."

"Death Eaters?" Adelyn asked. "What are Death Eaters?"

"It's what You-Know-Who's supporters called themselves," Percy answered. "Probably all that's left of them. The ones who avoided Azkaban, that is."

"You can't possibly prove it was them, Percy," George interjected.

"Think about it. If only He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his supporters are able to conjure the Dark Mark, who else could it be?"

"Percy's probably right," Hermione said.

"But, if they WERE Death Eaters, why did they Dissapparate? They'd have been pleased to see it, wouldn't they?" Ron asked.

"Not likely," Hermione continued. "Many Death Eaters who avoided Azkaban claimed they were forced by You-Know-Who to kill and torture. I bet they'd be more frightened than anyone if he came back. They denied they'd been involved with him after he lost power. I don't think he'd be over-pleased with them, do you?"

By this point, they had made it back to the tent. Draco escorted Adelyn inside and sat her at the table. "Anyone have any healing potions around?"

"No. But Dad should be able to tend to her once he gets back." Percy responded.

"I'm fine. Really. Shook up more than hurt." Draco gave her a look that obviously meant he didn't believe her. "Honestly. Now, you best find your parents. I'm sure they're worried about you."

"Maybe."

"Thank you, Draco. Truly." She gave him a soft smile.

"We've got it from here." Fred sat next to Adelyn and held ice in a cloth to her head.

"Right. Take it easy, Adelyn." He hesitated only a moment before leaving.

"I'm sure Dad can fix it right quick," George said to comfort Adelyn.

"Fix what?" Mr. Weasley had just entered.

"Her head. She's busted it open," Fred explained.

"Yes, let me see." Mr. Weasley gently pushed the hair from her face. "Ah, yes. Episkey." The wound quickly closed, leaving behind dried blood. "There. Good as new. Alright, everyone, off to bed. We can get a few hours sleep before getting an early Portkey home. Adelyn, come with me a moment, will you?"

Mr. Weasley led Adelyn outside the tent and a little way past. He wanted to avoid his children from eavesdropping. He held out his hand to give her something.

"My wand! Where did you find it?"

"In the hands of Barty Crouch's house-elf."

"What? Why would she have it?"

"It was used to conjure the Dark Mark. . ."

"Surely, you don't think I had anything to do with that -"

"No - no, of course not. Only a Death Eater, even if they aren't one now, could have conjured the Mark. I caution you to be vigilant this school year. There will be a lot of business and I don't want you getting hurt."

"Yes, Mr. Weasley."

"Let's turn in, now."