A Match Made in Hgowarts Book One: Goblet of Fire

by JudgeSlayer

Going from Goblet of Fire through Deathly Hallows. Harry and Hermione find feelings for each other they never realized they had. How will the two work out their feelings for each other? Find out in my first Harry/Hermione romance story.

A/N: This story has been buzzing in my brain for quite a while, so it is finally coming to for you, my readers. I know a lot of Harry Potter fans have been torn between how JK Rowling wrote Hermione and Ron as finally a couple by the end of Deathly Hallows and the same with Harry and Ginny. It is common knowledge that Rowling has expressed regret on her pairings, so, with this story, I will be kind of rewriting Goblet of Fire throughout the Deathly Hallows series. So, please follow, fave and review. I will try to post new chapters as often as possible. Enjoy! TJ Boswell

(This story will have elements from both the novels and films)

A MATCH MADE IN HOGWARTS

BOOK ONE: GOBLET OF FIRE

CHAPTER ONE: THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP

Harry woke up from his dream with a gasp. Normally, when he woke up from a nightmare, the gasp was of fear but, this time, it was because of the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead burning in pain. He sat up and rubbed the scar as if to rub the pain away. "That was odd," he said to himself. The dream was of an elderly man who had walked into a very old mansion when he saw a light on in one of the upper rooms. The man carried a lantern as he walked up the staircase to where the light was emitting. He heard voices in ther room. The first was a small man with a shaky voice. "Perhaps we can do it without the boy, my lord?" he said.

"No!" said a voice from a high-backed armchair. "This will be done exactly as I say! The boy will be part of my plan." Suddenly, a large snake slithered past the elderly man, who was now standing at the opened door, listening to the conversation. He heard hissing for a moment and the high, cold voice spoke again. "Nagini says the Muggle caretaker is standing outside the door. Turn me to face him." The smaller man pushed the chair so it faced the elderly man. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" There was a blast of green light followed by a rushing sound and that was all Harry saw.

"POTTER!" yelled Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle, from the sitting room downstairs. Harry heaved a great sigh and walked down the stairs to the sitting room. Vernon was a very beefy man with a thick moustache and a barely visible neck. Next to him was Petunia, Harry's aunt, the sister of his mother Lily. She was thin and had a horse-like face and looked at her nephew with pure hatred. Dudley, their son, looked much like Vernon. He was beefy and barely had a neck as well. Once Harry had entered the room, Vernon made no hesitation to hound Harry. "We just received this from the post carrier." He held an envelope for Harry to see. "It seems to be from one of your lot."

"One of...oh!" Harry obediently took the envolope, slit the back and pulled out a sheet of parchment that had very familiar handwriting. It read:

Harry,

We hope you are doing well and I really hope this letter gets to you because this our first time using Muggle post. Arthur was able to get tickets to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup and we were hoping you would be able to come. Please let us know by Owl since we do not receive Muggle post here.

Molly

P.S. I hope I used enough stamps.

Harry stifled a laugh as he looked at the envelope in his hand. "I say she did use enough stamps, then," he said. Vernon looked as if he were about to explode. His face was turning a dark crimson and the vein in his temple was pulsating.

"What is this Quidditch?" he asked gruffly.

"It's a sport my lot play." Harry explained. "It's played on broom..."

"All right, all right!" Vernon interrupted and took some time to think things over. "Very well, you can go to this World Cup thing, but you will have to stay with your friends for the entire summer, understand? We don't need any of your abnormality running amok."

"I'm sure they won't mind if I stay the rest of the summer." Harry said with a smile. "Thanks, Uncle Vernon. I'll go and write back to them." Harry ran back up the stairs to his room, took out some parchment, quill and ink, and wrote a letter back to Mrs. Weasley. When he was finished with the letter, he tied it to the leg of his snowy owl, Hedwig. "Okay, girl," he said while stroking her feathers, "take this to the Weasleys, will you?" Hedwig gave a hoot and flew out the bedroom window. Harry watched her fly off until she was out of sight. Now, all he had to do was wait for someone to fetch him.

Harry's wait didn't last long; maybe half of the day, at most. Harry received a letter back saying that Mr. Weasley was coming to get him around five that evening. Harry wasn't sure how Mr. Weasley was going to get him, but he knew it had to be a means of magical transport. He knew for a fact it wouldn't be by enchanted car because he and Ron had flown the Weasleys' enchanted Ford Anglia into a Whomping Willow tree at Hogwarts nearly two years previouusly. "So," said Vernon around a half-hour before Mr. Weasley was to get him, "how is this Weasley bloke coming to get you? Doesn't he have a car?"

"Not anymore." Harry said shamefully. "I'd rather not get into that tale, if you don't mind." Vernon narrowed his eyes but said nothing. "The letter I received didn't say exactly how Mr. Weasley is coming to get me, but I have an odd feeling that..." His words were interrupted by a sudden crashing sound coming from the fireplace. Harry snickered making Vernon glare at him. "Wizards use fireplaces as a means of transport," he told his uncle. "Mr. Weasley came through the fireplace." He walked up to the fireplace and said, "Mr. Weasley, it's Harry."

"Ah!" Mr. Weasley's voice was muffled. "At least we made it to the right house."

"We?" Harry asked in confusion. "Who else is with you?"

"Just Ron, Fred and George." Mr. Weasley answered. "Now, let's see...how to get out. It seems the fireplace is blocked off."

Harry forgot that the Dursleys blocked off the fireplace. "Yeah, you're right."

"Well, I suppose there's only one way to get through." Mr. Weasley said. "You may want to stand back." Harry and the Dursleys stepped back as Mr. Weasley's foot crashed through the wood that blocked the fireplace. Splinters of wood and a great load of soot flew everywhere as he, Ron and the twins stumbled out. "Ah, there we are. Now, why don't you get your trunk packed and we can head off, eh?" Harry nodded and went up to his room with Fred and George following him. "So, you're Harry's relatives, eh? I'm Arthur Weasley. A pleasure to meet you." The Dursleys said nothing. "Ah, right. Well, once Harry and the twins come down with his trunk, we will be on our way and I'll repair the damages done to your barricade before we leave."

Harry and the twins returned to the sitting room with Harry's trunk and Hedwig's empty cage. "We're all set, Mr. Weasley." Harry said.

"Good. Off we go, then. Come on. What are you two doing?"

"Sorry, Dad," said Fred.

"We dropped something. Hold on." George got on his knees and looked around the floor for something. Harry saw small objects in brightly-colored wrappings. George counted them and placed them in his pockets. "Hang on, we're missing...oh!" Dudley started moaning, which was what George said 'oh' about. Dudley was holding an empty orange wrapper and his tongue was growing at an alarming rate. Vernon and Petunia started freaking out at the sight of their son's growing tongue.

"No need to get upset!" Mr. Weasley shouted over the Dursleys' screaming. "It's my sons. A joke of theirs. I can sort it out." He pulled his wand out a second time, but the Dursleys backed away, cowering in fear. "Come now, I'm not going to harm you! I'm going to help!"

"Come on!" Ron shouted over all of the yelling. "Harry!" Harry jumped into the fireplace with Ron. "The Burrow!" Ron shouted and threw Floo powder into the fireplace. Warm green flames engulfed them and Harry felt the familiar, yet uncomfortable spinning sensation that made him feel as if he were being flushed down a toilet. He stood in the fireplace of the Burrow, the home of the Weasleys'. "Sorry about all that! We thought Fred and George had stopped their joke stuff since Mum destroyed all the stuff they made."

"They created those? What are they?" Harry asked.

"Part of their joke shop idea." Ron explained. "See, ever since they started buying stuff at Zonko's in Hogsmeade, they began wanting to start their own shop, so they started making their own products. Not sure what your cousin ate, but it was definitely not what I expected."

"He deserved it." Harry said without remorse. "Dudley's on a diet. He's supposed to be eating healthy. If he sees sweets, he'll want it." Emerald green flames roared to life in the fireplace and Mr. Weasley and the twins appeared, and Mr. Weasley was not very happy.

"That was way out of line, you two!" he nearly shouted. "I thought we squashed that joke shop nonsense!"

"What about a joke shop?" Mrs. Weasley said from the kitchen. She was a short and plump woman with the same red hair as the rest of the family and she looked angry. "Don't tell me it's about 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes' again?"

"Unfortunately so," said Mr. Weasley. "The boys apparently had some of their joke sweets with them." He rounded on the twins again. "You two did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"He deserved it!" Fred said angrily. "That whole family has been treating Harry badly since day one!"

Mr. Weasley, though he knew that to be true, argued, "Still, that's no reason to purposely drop one of those sweets, knowing he'll eat it! It took nearly a half-hour to calm them down enough for me to finally shrink the boy's tongue down to normal size!"

How big did it get?" Harry asked curiously.

"It was nearly a foot long before I was able to shrink it." Mr. Weasley answered. "It's not funny, all of you! That boy could have been seriously hurt!"

Mrs. Weasley whipped her wand out. "Accio!" she yelled pointing her wand at the twins' pockets. Almost a dozen of the sweets zoomed toward her. "Now, this is enough, Fred and George. We told you no more of this nonsense and we mean it! You're starting your sixth year at Hogwarts!"

"Mum, we told you both before that our education doesn't matter to us." George said. "We have other plans for our future." Aggravated, Mrs. Weasley grabbed her wand near the sink and waved it. "Oh, Mum, that's not..."

"OH, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!" Mrs. Weasley screamed in fury. "NOT ONE OF THOSE FAKE WANDS AGAIN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TWO..."

"Let's leave them to it, shall we?" Ron suggested. "Come on. Let's go up to my room. Hedwig's already there." Harry followed Ron to the room just below the attic. Ron's room wasn't very big, but it was very nice. Harry saw that Ron had set up a cot near Ron's bed and his trunk was at the foot of the cot. "Welcome back, Harry."

Harry smiled. "Thanks. So, who's all going to the World Cup?"

"Dad, Fred, George, you, Ginny, Hermione and me." Ron explained. "We're leaving early tomorrow morning. Hermione should be here later today sometime." Harry nodded as he sat on the cot. "So, what's been going on with you? Everything all right?"

"Besides having some strange dreams lately, nothing." Harry said, shrugging his shoulders. "I've been in contact with Sirius lately. He's doing fine. He's in hiding now. Trying to lay low so the Ministry doesn't find him." Ron nodded, though he looked concerned. "What about you?"

"Just normal stuff, really." Ron said. "Besides Percy staying in his room most of the time. He got a job at the Ministry. His boss is the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Bartemius Crouch, I think he said. He's always locked up in his room and working on stuff for work. Loves his job, Percy. A little too much if you ask me."

"It's good he has a good job, though." Harry said. "Look at his accomplishments at Hogwarts. He was Prefect through our first and second years and then he was Head Boy in our third year...though he did remind us numerous times." Ron made a sound of disgust. "Anyway, it's going to be strange being a spectator for Quidditch instead of actually playing like I do at Hogwarts." Harry missed Quidditch at Hogwarts. He was the Seeker for the Gryffindor team since his first year at Hogwarts...after he caught Neville's Remembrall at least two or three hundred feet in the air in front of Professor McGonagall's office window. Harry remembered the day very clearly. It was one of his best times at Hogwarts.

"Can't wait to go to Hogwarts this year." Ron said. "Fourth year, mate! Yeah, we get loads of homework, but it's going to be wicked."

"I just hope we're actually having a normal year this time." Harry said in a hopeful tone. "I'm kind of tired of having to either save someone or fight Voldemort at some point. Just one normal year is all I ask." Ron laughed. "What?"

Ron wiped a tear from his eye from laughing so hard. "I doubt we'll have a normal year, mate. With you at Hogwarts, things get interesting. Dangerous but interesting." Harry couldn't help but agree with his best friend. Throughout the past three years, Harry, Ron and Hermione found themselves in danger more than enough times. In first year, they fought through challenges to get to the Philosopher's Stone; in second year, while Hermione was Petrified by the Basilisk that resided in the Chamber of Secrets, a chamber created by Salazar Slytherin himself, Harry and Ron ventured into the Forbidden Forest to find information on what was attacking Muggleborn students. Unfortunately, they spoke to Aragog, a giant talking spider. He told them what was causing the chaos and then sent his children to eat them. Last year, Harry dealt with Dementors, hooded and cloaked creatures that could glide around while sucking all of the happiness out of the area they were in. During the year, Remus Lupin, that year's Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, taught Harry the Patronus Charm, which Harry used effectively against a hundred Dementors at the Black Lake to save Sirius from the Dementor's Kiss.

"Yeah, you're right." Harry said, finally. "We did have some dangerous adventures." Ron nodded. "I'm not saying I had fun doing all that, but it did feel good to save Hogwarts a few times. I mean, the worst was the Basilisk."

"I was going to say the Dementors, but you're right." Ron said and glanced out the window. "Hermione's here early! Come on!"

Harry and Ron bolted down the stairs and out the front door to meet their friend. Harry stopped a few feet away from her and was a little surprised at how different she looked. She and Harry were nearly the same height; Hermione was a couple of inches taller than him. "You look great," he said as he pulled her in for a hug. "Did you do something with your hair?"

"Just brushed the bangs to the side," she said with a shrug. "You let yours grow out, I see. You as well, Ron." The boys nodded. "Looks good on both of you." She smiled and looked at them. "Your mum told me about what Fred and George did to Harry's cousin."

"I agree it was a bit uncalled for, but it was pretty funny at the same time." Ron said. "I mentioned to Harry that we all thought they had stopped inventing stuff. Mum found a bunch of their joke items and loads of ledgers listing their merchandise. They're really serious about this."

Hermione frowned. "Shouldn't they be more focused on their education?" she asked.

"That's just it! They don't care about that!" Ron urged. "All they want to do is open a joke shop!"

"Well, they are nearly adults, so they should be able to make their own decisions on what they do with their lives. A lot of shops make good money, so they might get a decent amount of gold." Harry agreed. "I bet they're trying to make enough money to purchase a building for their shop. Might take a year or two, but they could do it."

Hermione nodded as they walked back inside the Burrow. "I'm going to put my stuff in Ginny's room. See you in a bit."

Harry felt a strange warm sensation surge through his body as her arm brushed against his. He shook it off and followed Ron around the front garden. He saw Ginny walking from the barn. "Hey, Ginny." She smiled and hugged him. "How are you?"

"Excited for the World Cup. You?" Ginny said with a big smile. Harry nodded. "Can't wait to see Bulgaria and Ireland go at it. I'm just glad Dad got the tickets to go. The Ministry's got our campsite all set up, so we'll be heading out bright and early tomorrow."

"Excellent." Harry said. "Did you hear all of that with Fred and George?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Who couldn't hear about it with Mum shouting about their pranks all day?" Harry laughed. "Come on. Let's go grab some dinner." She led Harry and Ron back to the Burrow and to the dinner table. After dinner, they all went off to their rooms to get ready for bed.

Harry had the same dream that night and woke up with his scar hurting once again. "Harry!" he heard Hermione's voice say in her usual bossy tone. "Wake up, Harry!"

"Hermione!" he gasped as he wiped his face with his blanket and put his glasses on. "What time is it?"

"Almost five," she said. "Come on, Ron!" Ron woke up and pulled his blanket to his chin. "Get out of bed and get dressed! Your mum says breakfast's ready! Don't you dare go back to sleep, either of you." She walked out of the room. Harry and Ron joined her at the tablef for breakfast. "About time you two got down here."

After a large breakfast, the six teens followed Mr. Weasley out the door and off the property. "Ron," Harry said, "where are we going?"

"Dad!" Ron called to his father. "Where are we going?"

"Just up there, on top of Stoatshead Hill." Mr. Weasley said. "Come on, everyone." They walked a bit further until they saw someone else walking up the hill. "Ah, Amos!"

"Arthur!" a man with slightly greying hair said in a cheerful tone. "About time, son! Ah, these are yours, are they?"

"The ones with red hair, yes," said Mr. Weasley with a smile. "That's Ron, Fred, George and Ginny, and with us are Hermione and Harry." A boy a year or two older than Harry, Ron and Hermione jumped out of a tree and landed lightly on his feet. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone. He works at the Ministry." A boy a year or two older than Harry, Ron and Hermione jumped down from a tree. "This young lad must be Cedric." Cedric Diggory shook his hand.

"Merlin's beard!"Amos Diggory said in awe when he saw Harry. "Harry Potter!" He shook Harry's hand. "A pleasure to meet you, young man. Cedric tells me you're a very talented Seeker. Played against him last year, did you?"

"Yes, sir," said Harry. "Cedric's really good."

"Of course he is!" Mr. Diggory said proudly. "That's why he won! He's one of the greatest Seekers at Hogwarts."

Cedric lowered his eyes and said, "Dad, I told you Hufflepuff won that match because Dementors attacked Harry while we were going for the Snitch." Mr. Diggory wasn't listening. He kept going on about how good his son was. "Oh, forget it. Sorry, Harry. Dad's very proud of me, you know."

Harry grinned. "What's not to be proud of?" he said. "You are a really good Seeker." Cedric smiled and the nine walked up the hill. On top of the hill was a worn-out leather boot. "Why's everyone standing around that manky old boot?" he asked Fred and George in a low voice. This was one of those times he hated being raised by the Dursleys.

"That's not just any manky old boot, mate." Fred said.

"It's a Portkey." George finished.

"What's a Portkey?" Harry asked as they all stood in a circle around the boot.

"We only have a few seconds, so everyone put a finger on that boot!" Mr. Diggory said. "On the count of three! One...two..." Harry quickly put a finger on the boot just as the man said 'three' and felt a jerk behind his navel as he and everyone with him were sucked into a whirl of sound and color. Harry's finger stayed on the boot. "Let go!" Mr. Diggory said and everyone let go of the boot. Harry yelled as he fell at least fifty feet to the ground and landed hard on his back. Beside him, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and the twins landed hard with him. Up in the air, he saw Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory and Cedric land lightly on their feet. Cedric helped him to his feet.

"Thanks." Harry said as he brushed his clothes off with his hands. "I still say broomsticks and hippogriffs are way better means of transportation." He heard Hermione giggle at his comment and felt his stomach flip. Cedric and his father went off to their campsite leaving the Weasleys and Harry and Hermione to walk to their own. They followed Mr. Weasley to a tent, which took a bit to get to. They passed a few of their fellow Gryffindors such as Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan before they finally found their tent. "You've got to be kidding." Harry said when he saw the size of it. "How is everyone supposed to fit into that?" He followed the others and his jaw dropped when he saw how big the tent was on the inside. "I love magic!" he said.

"All right!" Mr. Weasley said to the group. "Boys, your bunks are on the right and girls are on the left." Harry, Ron, Fred and George put their stuff near their bunks while Hermione and Ginny did the same. "Get out of the kitchen, Ron, we're all hungry and you two...get your feet off the table. If your mother were here, she would be telling you off." Fred and George instantly took their feet off of the table. "Right. We have a little time before the match, so let's get out to the stadium and get our seats."

The walk from the campsite to the stadium wasn't long. The sky was growing dark by the time they got there. Harry saw wizards and witches with tables full of objects. He stopped at one. "What are these?' he asked the wizard.

"Omnioculars," said the wizard in a bored tone. "Let's you view the match from where you're at and you can replay anything you missed by turning that dial on top. Only four Galleons each." Harry bought himself and Ron one and then they stopped to get stuff to support the teams. Harry chose a green top hat and a button that yelled out the names of the Irish players while Ron and Hermione chose Bulgaria.

The group climbed a few sets of stairs in the stands. "Blimey, Dad, how far up are we?" Ron asked Mr. Weasley.

"Let's put it this way," said a familiar voice with a drawl that Harry instantly recognized, "if it rains, you'll be the first to know." Harry saw Lucius and Draco Malfoy beneath them.

"Father and I are in the Minister's Box," Draco bragged, "by invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself!"

"Don't boast, Draco." Lucius said with a smirk. "There's no need with these people." Harry gasped in pain as the silver snake head of his walking stick grabbed the top of his hand. "Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can."

"What was that all about?" Ron asked Harry as they finally reached their seats. "What did he mean by that, do you think?"

"I dunno," said Harry. "I bet he's just trying to frighten me." Ron nodded and looked over at the Minister's Box. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, touched the tip of his wand to his throat.

"As Minister of Magic, it is my great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!" Fudge said, his voice magically magnified for the entire stadium to hear him. "Here are the Irish Quidditch team!" Seven streaks of green sparks flew through the air as Fudge called out each of the players' names. "Now, here come the Bulgarian team!"

"Who's that?" Hermione shouted over the roaring crowd as she saw the scarlet and black clad players. One, in particular, caught her eye. He had broad shoulders, dark hair and thick eyebrows.

"That there is the greatest international Seeker in the world!" Fred yelled. "Viktor Krum!"

The game was intense. Within the first hour of the game, Ireland was winning with a hundred and thirty points while Bulgaria had a hundred and ten. The Irish Seeker and Krum were side-by-side while chasing the Golden Snitch. Hermione's eyes were as big as dinner plates as she watched the Irish Seeker and Krum fly around the large Quidditch pitch side-by-side. "They're going to crash!" Hermione screamed in a shrill voice as the two dove down after the Snitch.

"No, they're not!" Harry yelled back at her over the crowd. "Watch!" Hermione saw he was right. Krum pulled his broom up and caught the Snitch inches from the ground. The Irish Seeker, however, wasn't as lucky. He crashed hard into the ground and lay there, unmoving. "He's all right!" Harry assured her. "Just knocked out!"

"Merlin, I hope so!" Hermione said breathlessly. "What was he thinking? That was incredibly dangerous and stupid!"

The match ended with Ireland winning the match with a hundred and seventy points to a hundred and forty but Krum caught the Snitch, ending the game on his own terms. The group walked back to their tent and celebrated Ireland's victory. Everyone was enjoying themselves, singing and talking about the match. Ron stood on the table, a red blanket covering him like the Bulgarian Quidditch robes. "There's nobody like Krum!" he said in a deep and admiring tone. "He's more than an athlete. He's an artist!"

"I think you're in love, Ron!" Ginny teased.

"Shut up." Ron teased back.

"Viktor, I love you..." Fred sang.

"Viktor, I do..." George added.

Harry joined in with the twins, singing: "When we're apart, my heart beats only for you." Hermione started laughing at their song and couldn't stop until Mr. Weasley entered, looking worried.

"Stop!" he yelled. "Stop, all of you! It's not the Irish celebrating. We need to get back to the Portkey!" The six teens followed him out of the tent and they were all shocked to see the entire campsite was on fire, besides their own tent. "Go!" Mr. Weasley yelled at them. "Fred! George! Ginny's your responsibility! I need to go with the rest of the Ministry and see if we can find the ones who caused this!" He Disapparated with a loud CRACK.

"Come on!" Hermione screamed at Ron and Harry while Fred and George took Ginny. She grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him through the fearful crowd. She felt his hand slip out of her grip as the crowd of witches and wizards buffeted him. "HARRY!" she shrieked. "HARRY!" Harry didn't hear her scream his name. He had been knocked unconscious.

Harry came to a while later. The crowd had dispersed and all that was left of the campsite were the wooden poles that held up the tents. He sat up and stayed perfectly still when he saw a person walking his way and watched as the person drew a wand from their robes and point it at the sky. "MORSMORDRE!" The man shouted and a jet of light shot from the wand into the sky, forming what looked like a large skull with a snake protruding from its mouth. The man walked off into the shadows until he was gone.

Harry heard Hermione and Ron calling his name. "There you are!" Ron said in relief. "We thought we lost you. What's that?" He pointed up at the skull in the sky.

Before Harry or Hermione could answer him, they heard several voices shout, "STUPEFY!" in unison. Several jets of red light flew over their heads as they ducked. "Stop!" yelled a commanding voice. The voice belonged to a man with greying hair and a pencil-thin mustache, who had his wand pointed at them. "Which one of you conjured it? You are all caught at the scene of the crime!"

"Stop!" Mr. Weasley shouted at the man. "That's my son!" Harry knew he was referring to Ron. "Barty, what are you thinking? Neither one of them are old enough or stupid enough to conjure it!"

"Wait..." Harry said as he remembered the name 'Barty'. "You're Mr. Crouch!" The man nodded. "Exactly what is that thing up there?"

Hermione touched his arm and said, "That's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's his Mark!"

"Voldemort?" Harry said in shock. "So...those people in the masks...they're his followers?"

"Death Eaters." Mr. Weasley confirmed. "Part of You-Know-Who's inner circle."

Harry nodded and looked at Crouch. "There was a man," he told Crouch. "He went that way." Harry pointed in the direction he saw the man vanish. Crouch took the group of Ministry workers with him. Mr. Weasley asked who the man he saw was. "I dunno. I didn't see his face."

"Come on, then." Mr. Weasley said bitterly. "Let's get back to the Portkey. Fred, George and Ginny should be there by now."

"What about Percy?" Hermione asked. "Isn't he here?"

"He left right after the match." Ron said. "Said he needed sleep so he could be at work tomorrow. He's going to have a tough time writing up a report for this one, mark my words."

The trio followed Mr. Weasley back to the Portkey where Fred, George and Ginny were waiting. They all touched the boot and vanished with a loud CRACK.