behnannah; thank you for pointing out my mistakes. I always appreciate a bit of constructive criticism. English is not my native tongue so I struggle with it, especially with grammar. I'll work hard to make sure my work is better. Thank you once more, I know it isn't easy to gather the courage to tell someone they done something wrong. I just want to let you know I really, really appreciate it.

Please enjoy this chapter. This one is just for you.

The Quidditch World Cup

"And that's why I wasn't able to come on Thursday," Harley finished retelling happenings at Hogwarts to her best friend, Viktor Krum.

The two of them were close since the day they first met. They send letters daily and have playdates as often as possible. She actually told Viktor about her past life just a year ago, and he took it really well.

They love playing Seekers' matches, and Harley is probably the only person who can beat him to a snitch, no matter how rare that is. After he became a professional player, he requested that she be his training buddy when he's at school. He still has to go to training with the Bulgarian National team on weekends, but he needs someone to train with over the week, and other Seekers at Durmstrang aren't much of a challenge for him. Therefore, Viktor convinced her to show off her skills to his coach, and the man agreed to make her Viktor's training buddy.

Which is why she's explaining herself to him right now. She goes to Durmstrang twice, sometimes thrice a week, if she can, and trains with Viktor.

He looked at her with worried, wide eyes. "Are you sure you're completely alright? Don't you feel lightheaded or have sore muscles?"

"No. I'm fully healed. I only have a new scar to my growing collection and immunity against all organic poisons and some synthetic. Neat, right?" she grinned at him. "But I'm definitely never going against a fucking basilisk again."

"Good," Viktor said, his hands going up to massage his temples. "Just hearing it makes me fear for your life."

"I thought you knew I have chaotic luck."

Viktor laughed. "That's an understatement."

They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the moment. Harley looked lazily around the pitch.

"Where is everyone?"

Viktor shrugged. "They probably noticed how tense I was when you didn't show up and didn't want to disturb us."

"Yikes. What did you do?" she winced in sympathy, asking. She actually felt bad for Viktor's classmates.

"Maybe I had go little rougher at martial arts practices and in club duels."

"I really feel bad for them right now," she said, looking him in the eyes. "I'm sorry for worrying you; I really am."

"If you are sorry, can you do something for me?"

"Sure, anything you want."

"Read something in Parseltongue."

Harley snorted, he really didn't change. With a fond smile she took a book from her bag and begin to read. It was a translation of muggle book, the Hobbit. She made many translations of muggle and magical books since Viktor likes to hear her read in Parseltongue. After a while he puts his head on her lap and play with her long hair.

Harley felt like she could stay like this forever. Whenever she was with Viktor, she felt content and happy. There was a nagging feeling at the back of her head telling her there was more to it, but she couldn't figure it out.

"Lilith," Viktor got her attention.

She stopped reading and looked at him. "What is it?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Harley tilts her head curiously. "Sure."

He got up and took something out of his backpack. Then he held it out to her. A red rose.

"Will you let me court you?" he asked nervously.

Harley stared for a while, then flushed red, her face could rival the rose, but she took the rose.

"Yes, you can," she replied shyly.

Viktor then kissed her, and Harley kissed him back. When they pulled back, Harley had a stupid grin and a dazed expression on her face. Viktor laughed and kissed her again.

They heard cheering behind them. Viktor's school Quidditch team surrounded them.

"Finally, he confessed, I thought you'd never have the courage."

"Congratulations to both of you."

"We can finally breathe again!"

"When's the wedding?"

"We need to inform everyone!"

The two seekers just sat there, utterly confused.

"What do you mean by 'I'll never have courage'?" Viktor asked.

"Well," the boy started, "you know. You were in love with her since the first year, maybe even before. I thought you'd ask her once she was eleven, but it never happened."

Viktor blinked in surprise. "I didn't know I had these feelings for that long."

"Wait, seriously?" the boy shouted.

"I guess we're both dense when it comes to romance," said Harley, getting a thoughtful look from Viktor and a disbelieving look from everyone else.

Harley looked at the red and black scarf with the Bulgarian National Quidditch team's insignia on it, then at Viktor, who was holding it.

"No. I'm not wearing that. I'm here to bodyguard your dad, not to enjoy the tournament," she said.

"Come on, you should show support for your boyfriend," he said, grinning.

"You know I'm supporting you, but wearing it would be unprofessional for me."

"Think of it as a gift I bought for you. You always wear what I give you," he pointed out.

"Just take it, no one will think you're unprofessional," someone interrupted them.

They turned to see the Bulgarian minister at the entrance of the tent.

"Fine," Harley gave in.

She took the scarf and draped it over her shoulders. However, when she was about to leave, Viktor took her hand. When she looked questioningly at him, he only grinned.

"Won't I get a good luck kiss?"

Harley mock glared at him but kissed him.

"Good luck," she said.

After that, she followed Dimitar outside. Before exiting, she sent one last smile to Viktor and pulled her hood up.

Outside, Dimitar sighed. "This will be a very boring day, full of pleasantries and all that. I'm sorry for dragging you into this."

"Don't worry about it. Better me than someone you don't know. Besides, the British Minister only speaks English, if we play it right, the result may be quite entertaining," she shrugged.

"Oh, sounds good to me." He smirked.

They met up with Minister Fudge and spoke only Bulgarian. It was definitely entertaining. Fudge ended up miming everything while speaking slow English, making a fool of himself. Harley did her best not to start laughing, and by Dimitar's twitching muscles on his face and neck, he did the same.

When the sun started to set, they made their way to the stadium. In the top box, they were welcomed by a sight of Lady Peverell, Lady Krum, Lady Malfoy, and Heir Valko Krum (Viktor's older brother), chatting animatedly. Harley frowned under her hood; her father wasn't with them. She looked around; he wasn't with Lord Malfoy and Draco either. Looking at the Irish Minister, she saw him lurking in the shadows. She gave Dimitar all clear and went to her dad.

"Hey, dad. Why are you all geared up?"

"Rascal," he acknowledged. "Frederick got sick, I'm replacing him. My day off is ruined."

She knew her father well; to anyone else, he would seem unbothered by the turn of events, but in her eyes, he was brooding.

Her father looked her up and down, frowning at her uncovered left hand. It was an unofficial rule among the Rangers that those who were engaged or married had gauntlets on both hands to hide the ring; otherwise, the left hand was uncovered.

"He hasn't asked you, yet?"

"Dad, I am only fifteen and we have been courting for only two years," her voice was soft and unchanged, but he could see she was blushing.

"Exactly you are fifteen. Sooner or later, all kinds of boys will try to take your heart," he huffed.

"Who do you think will win the cup?" It was a poor attempt at changing the conversation, both knew that, but Edward allowed it.

"I think it will be Ireland," he said.

"I think Bulgaria," she said.

"I can see that," he pointedly looked at the scarf.

Harley blushed in embarrassment again, but ginned at him. "Wanna bet on it?"

He grinned right back. "Sure. Twenty Galleons on Ireland."

"Twenty on Bulgarian."

They were interrupted by loud voices. Fudge finally found out that Dimitar could speak English when he greeted the Malfoys and Annette.

"You knew English! And you let me mime everything all day!" Fudge asked, enraged.

"Vell, it vos very funny," Dimitar admitted.

Fudge gaped and tried to say something, but all that managed to come out was a series of open and closed mouth movements. In the end, he begrudgingly went to talk with his Irish counterpart.

Lord and Lady Malfoy bit back laughter, Draco wasn't as successful as his parents, and quietly snorted. Iris smiled amusedly at her husband. Valko had a politely blank expression, but his eyes were laughing.

"It was my daughter's idea, wasn't it?" Annette asked knowingly.

"I must say it vos an excellent idea. At least the day vosn't boring," said Dimitar. "And vere is Edward? I thought he haff a day off."

"Yes," Annette sighed. "Unfortunately, the Ranger, who was supposed to guard the Irish Minister, got sick, and Ed was called to duty. I'm pretty sure he's sulking in a dark corner somewhere in here." She looked around to find her husband. "Oh, over there with Harley," she nodded in their direction.

The group looked there at the two figures half covered in shadow. The Rangers strike quite an intimidating picture, but one of them had a Bulgarian team's scarf, which looked out of place.

Iris frowned. "Had Viktor not proposed yet?"

"No," replied Dimitar.

"Fudge is coming," Annette warned.

The minister was heading to them with a teenager in tow.

"Minister, have you met Charles Potter yet? Our own Boy-Who-Lived," Fudge asked.

Dimitar put on a fake smile. "I haff not. It's pleasure to meet you, young man."

"The pleasure is all mine," Charles said smoothly, an arrogant smirk on his lips the whole time.

"I see you've already met the Malfoys," Fudge said, pleased.

"Yes, I know them through Peverells. I nearly forgot, this is my wife, Iris," Dimitar introduced them.

"Pleasure to meet you, Minister," Iris smiled.

Fudge shook her hand, saying, "My pleasure."

"And my firstborn and Heir Valko." Valko shook Fudge's hand firmly.

"Nice to meet you," Fudge said.

"Excuse me, but have you said Peverells," a red-haired woman asked.

"Yes, he had. Hello, Lily," Annette said.

"Annette, I haven't seen you in ages. How are you? Where is your husband?" Lily asked.

"Well, after Harriet died we haven't had a reason to visit you. And to answer your questions, I've been well and my husband was called to work this morning; our daughter, the darling she is, went with him to keep him company," it was a jab at what the Potters have done.

Fudge was confused. "I'm sorry, but who is Harriet?"

"Charles' twin sister, we were very fond of her. It's too bad Harley couldn't meet her; they would have been good friends, I'm sure of it."

Lily looked miserable, and James got little offense. "She was a sickly child; her body couldn't fight off the Dragon Pox. It was unfortunate she died, but let's not talk about it anymore. This is supposed to be a happy event."

"Yes, you're right," Fudge agreed and took Charles to another politician. James and Lily followed.

After the encounter the group had dispersed to meet with other people until the game started. Edward and Harley couldn't see properly, therefore Annette promised to record the game on her omnioculars. The Ireland was in lead 130-10, when Harley spotted Barty Crouch Jr. She alarmed her dad and together they stunned him, transfigured him into a button and Edward took him to deliver to the Headquarters next morning; they did all this without anyone noticing anything. Soon, Bulgaria got another goal and Viktor did Wronski Feint tricking the other Seeker to slam into the ground. Harley winced in sympathy, she was on the receiving end of it one too many times. Not long after, Viktor caught the Snitch. Bulgaria won 160-130.

Harley grinned at Edward, who glared half-heartedly, and gave her the money.

"You knew the match's result from the last time, didn't you?" he asked

"Nope," she said popping the p. "Last time Ireland won 170-160 and Viktor caught the Snitch." She was smiling from ear to ear. "This match ended sooner than the last one. I guess my trainings with him paid off."

"You are one lucky rascal," Edward shook his head.

They stopped talking when both teams entered the box. The trophy was handed over to the Bulgarian team, and both teams shook hands. After photos were taken, they left. Edward and Harley patted each other's shoulders and followed their respective ministers.

Dimitar was in a great mood and spoke highly of his team, especially Viktor. Valko was boasting about Viktor and his talent, like the proud big brother he is. Iris was smiling and nodding. Harley just dreaded the loud celebration; she envied her dad right now.

She ended up in the team's tent with every high-class Bulgarian and the team. They were all loud and steadily getting drunk. She wanted to leave with Valko when he had to return to his pregnant husband, but couldn't. Then Viktor took her hand and dragged her to the center of the tent where everyone could see them.

He beckoned her to take off her hood, which she did, then he let go of the Snitch he caught that day. It flew around Harley's head a few times, getting her attention, when it stopped in front of her face, she caught it and started to examine it. It opened, showing a simple ring; two silver rings intertwined, with a small diamond held between them. Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched. She looked at Viktor, who was on one knee in front of her.

"Will you marry me?" he asked, hope in his voice.

"Yes!" she exclaimed in joy.

Viktor's smile could split his face in two. He jumped to his feet, grabbed Harley by her waist, lifted her up, and spun her around, laughing the whole time. When he put her down, he took the ring and slipped it onto her finger gently.

There were cheers, clapping, and shouts of congratulations all around them. Dimitar and Iris walked up to them to congratulate them.

"So, when's the wedding," Levski asked, putting his arm around Viktor's shoulder.

"After Lilith's seventeen or her father will kill me," Viktor joked.

"Nah, he likes you. The only one you should be scared of is Hedwig," Harley told him, as if on cue, Hedwig stuck her head out and hissed threateningly at him.

"It's not venomous, is it?" asked Ivanova.

"No, don't worry, she'll just strangle her victims to death," Harley said with a cheerful smile.

The older woman took a meaningful step back. "Good luck, Viktor. You'll need it."

Viktor just laughed, hugging his fiancée around the waist, ignoring the snake that started to climb him like a tree.

At midnight, Harley left for patrol, leaving Viktor to the mercy of his teammates. She met with her parents; they all expected the attack to come. They had divided the camp into two for the Rangers, and Annette would help the injured in the forest. Soon, the shouts, cries, and loud bangs came.

Annette took off to the forest, while Edward and Harley went to rescue the muggles first.

They ran through panicking crowd to the group of black clad individuals. The muggle groundskeeper and his family were dangling in the air like puppets on strings, it was sickening. They both stop, took their bows and three arrows, aimed and shot. Six of the Death Eaters fell to the ground bound and knocked out, as long as the arrows will be embedded in their bodies they will be unconscious. Rest of them dispersed like cockroaches under a light. Edward cast a levitation spell on the muggles and safely put them on the ground. Meanwhile, Harley called nearby Aurors. Once done with both Rangers gone on a hunt.

Harley ran through the camp directing the civilians and occasionally taking down Death Eaters. Hedwig joined her and scouted for her, sometimes trapping an enemy with her body. She was aware of the Aurors that followed her and picked up the Death Eaters she left behind. Only rarely did she kill one, but when she got to the Bulgarian side of the camp she had already killed five. She wasn't pleased with it but it was necessary.

She searched every tent, there was only one remaining, where had he hidden.

She heard a commotion further in.

'The main tent,' she thought.

She ran to the center of the tent, not noticing the fleeing reserve team and some officials. Her heart was hammering in her ears, fear freezing her insides. Her hands gripped her bow, an arrow with basilisk venom already prepared. She would kill the bastard no matter what.

She could see the tent and the last Death Eater. He stood outside, pointing his wand at Dimitar's throat. Iris and Viktor, alongside the rest of the Quidditch team, knelt before him. The man looked around frantically for his persecutor.

Harley hid behind a tent and aimed at his head.

"Let them leave; they aren't as important as I am," Dimitar spoke. "You already have me; they aren't of use to you."

"Shut up," the Death Eater spat out. "You're close to the Peverells, aren't you? Those death worshipping necromancers were the two Rangers in the box, right? One of them was your guard, I think it was the father. The one leaving your tent earlier tonight had both hands covered so it must've been the father. He was the one following me too, you know, he killed my friend. We were hiding behind a tent, minding our own business with a little mudblood, when an arrow pierced his head and then exploded. His head just blowed up," the man laughed a frantic tone in his voice. "Peverells got no mercy. When Grindelwald was rampaging through Europe they massacred his ranks faster and more brutally than pack of werewolves on full moon. But you and your little family are good as hostages, they must like you. Yes, they'll let me go in exchange for your safety. The others will serve as meatshields if it goes south," the man rambled, crazed by fear.

Harley was furious. Yes, they have no mercy for their enemies, but all effective wide range spells leave a bloody mess behind. Her parents and grandparents were just the only people not afraid of using them. It's true they worship Lord Death, however they also worship his wife, Lady Magic. And no they aren't necromancers, that is just a rumour. Although, they do have some animated skeletons as servants, but there are no souls in them. People just can't tell the difference. Alright they may use some necromantic healing spells, and they do talk to the dead, and study necromancy. Fine they are necromancers, however they don't make inferi or raise the dead, at least not often. And lastly he and his friend were about to rape a child, of course those two deserve death. But this man didn't stop there, no he ran and now is threatening her future husband, in-laws and Viktor's teammates. Harley was sickened by his blasé attitude towards death, killing and threatening innocent is something that she can't stomach. She is enraged by his action and he will die painfully.

The man was now carelessly leaning over Dimitar's left side, exposing himself to her. She corrected her aim and shot.

Dimitar heard something coming fast towards him, then the Death Eater was pushed back. The wand that was poking him in the throat was gone, it fell to the ground and the Death Eater was screaming his lungs out. A heartbeat later his mind registered what happened, he ignored the screaming man and checked on his family and the team. They all were alright, no one was hurt except for their captor. He looked at the man, an arrow was stuck in his shoulder and he is trashing around and whimpering pitifully.

"You can't help him now. That arrow is coated in basilisk venom," he heard Harley's voice, she was coming to them. She probably knew the man could hear her, so she spoke English.

"His words held some truth. We Peverells repay kindness tenfold, but when they hurt, threaten or, gods forbid, kill our love ones we repay that thousands times over." Her voice had a steely undertone to it, although it held no malice just cold facts.

The man whined and tried to beg for mercy, but Harley ignored him and beckoned everyone to follow her.

"Miss Peverell," Volkov called softly.

Everyone turned to him. Harley's eyes were as hard as emeralds.

"I know you are angry at the man, but can't you end his misery?" He was looking at the Death Eater.

"Do you know what he did?" she asked.

Volkov shook his head in negation.

"Do you pity him?" she continued questioning.

"I do," Volkov admitted.

"...Okay."

She pulled another arrow, stepped closer to the Death Eater, drew her bow.

"Be thankful he asked for a quick death for you; otherwise, you would have suffered more."

She let the arrow go, and it went through his head, killing him instantly. Viktor was the only one who dared to watch the execution. No one spoke when they finally left the scene. Viktor scooted closer to Harley and took her hand gently. She squeezed his hand, seeking comfort.