"Home sweet home," Arthur grinned as he entered the tent, the children following in after him moments later. The tent was ten times bigger inside than it appeared on the outside. "Girls," he stated, gesturing ahead, "Choose a bunk and unpack." He turned to where his son was raiding the kitchen, "Ron, get out of the kitchen. We're all hungry."

"Yeah, get out of the kitchen Ron," Fred and George agreed in unison, placing their feet up on the table that sat in front of them.

"Feet off the table," Arthur ordered and the twins dropped their feet.

"Feet off the table," they agreed. As soon as Arthur left the room, their feet retook their spot on the table.

Abigail looked around the tent for a moment before following Hermione and Ginny to the room they would be staying the night in. She placed her bag down, ignoring the faint thumping in her head.

"Are you alright?" Ginny spoke up and Abigail turned to see both of the girls watching her.

"I'm fine," she answered with a nod. "I just..." she trailed off hesitantly as she looked around, "I have a bad feeling is all."

"Like what?" Hermione asked curiously.

"It's nothing," she replied, forcing a smile on her face. She moved her bag to the corner of the room and turned back to them. "We should probably rejoin everyone."

The three girls made their way to the boys before they all headed to the Quidditch field to find their seats. After a decent amount of time, Ron spoke up, "Blimey Dad, how far up are we?"

"Well, put it this way," a man from below them spoke up. "If it rains...you'll be the first to know."

"Father and I are in the minister's box," Draco bragged and Abigail scowled. "By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."

His father hit his cane against the boy's stomach and Draco grimaced. "Don't boast Draco," his father tutted, "There's no need with these people." He looked back up at the group and Abigail now understood why the Malfoy boy was the way he was. He learned it from his father. "Do enjoy yourself won't you," he suggested and the girl couldn't help but note the change in tone, "While you can."

"'Father and I are in the minister's box,'" Abigail mocked as the group continued on their way. "Merlin, if I could just get my hands on that kid, I would-" She cut herself short when she realized that everyone had stopped walking and turned to look at her in surprise. She cleared her throat uncomfortably and mumbled a quick apology, "Sorry."

The ceremony began as they arrived at where they were to be seated. Balloons soared through the air and fireworks exploded above them. "Come on up, take your seats," Arthur suggested as he ushered the kids into the row. "I told you these seats would be worth it."

"Come on!" George shouted eagerly.

Fred pointed ahead of them, "It's the Irish!"

Five people decorated in green and white flew through the air on their brooms and left a colorful trail behind them. Abigail watched as a shiny leprechaun flashed in the sky and started dancing. The stands erupted with cheers.

Abigail's head was pounding and she had no idea if it was because of the noise or something else.

Viktor Keum waved at the crowd before the announcer's voice boomed through the arena "Good evening!" he greeted and the crowd cheered louder if that were even possible. "It gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the finale of the four hundred and twenty second Quidditch World Cup! Let the match begin!"

Abigail stepped back from the edge and took a seat in one of the chairs. She held her head in her hands for a moment, willing the images in her head to stop. Harry seemed to notice the girl's absence and turned to look at her, "Abby?"

"Hmm?" she replied, her tone of voice making it clear that she wasn't one hundred percent there.

His eyebrows furrowed in worry, "Are you alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine," she plastered on the best smile she could muster, "Just a headache is all."

The game lasted far too long for Abigail's liking but she powered through. If she were being honest, she hadn't even wanted to go. She even asked her father if she could return to homeschooling but he told her it would be best for her education if she went back to Hogwarts.

"There's no one like Krum," Ron fang irked as they arrived back at the tent. He had a dreamy expression on his face as he fell back on the couch, "He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete. He's an artist."

Abigail stood by the entrance of the tent with a frown on her face. The all too familiar feeling of impending doom washed over her. Something wasn't right.

"Think you're in love Ron?" Ginny mused.

"Viktor, I love you!" the twins teased in a sing-song tone. "Viktor, I do!" Harry joined in a moment later as they continued to sing, "When we're apart, my heart beats only for you!"

Abigail grew further worried as shouting could be heard outside. The others seemed to notice as well and Fred spoke up, "Sounds like the Irish have their pride on."

Arthur entered the tent hastily and Abigail started at his sudden arrival. "Stop!" he shouted and they all grew confused. "Stop it. It's not the Irish. We've gotta get out of here. Now."

Alarm course through the children's veins as they filed out of the tent. Abigail stood in shock and she would have remained put had Harry not grabbed her hand and pulled her along with them.

"Get back to the port key everybody, stick together," Arthur ordered. He turned to the twins, "Fred, George...Ginny is your responsibility."

Familiar figures with pointed hoods who were carrying torches and chanting something they couldn't quite make out flooded the campsite. The crowd was in a flurry as everyone began to panic and run. She felt Harry's hand slip from hers and she turned around quickly, the boy out of sight.

"Harry!" she exclaimed as she looked around. At this point, any familiar face would do. A sharp pain shot through her head and she gasped, clutching it with both hands. She caught sight of Hermione and Ron, immediately joined them. "Harry. Where's Harry?"

They both exchanged a worried glance before looking back at her, "We thought he was with you."

Abigail spun around at this, searching for any indication as to where he could have disappeared to. She took off at a sprint, ignoring the shouts from her friends behind her. She allowed her instincts to guide her through the mess before finding Harry lying on the floor.

She let out a gasp of relief before she looked further ahead and saw a man casting a spell into the sky. He turned to look at her and a malicious grin crossed his face, his tongue flicking out for a moment. He took off toward the woods and Abigail contemplated going after him but decided to go to Harry.

"Been looking for you for ages," Ron breathed out heavily. Harry looked up at the three of them, confusion clear in his features, "Thought we lost you."

Harry's gaze flickered up to the sky and he gaped, "What's that?"

The three others followed his line of sight to the huge symbol in the sky. The color drained from Abigail's face, the action being a common theme as of late. Harry clutched his head in pain and Abigail immediately knew what the symbol entailed.

Auror's appeared around them in a flash as they approached the kid's. Abigail grew alarmed when she heard shouting. "Stop!" Arthur shouted as one of the Auror's grabbed Ron, "That's my son!" He approached alongside another wizard and addressed the four of them, "Ron, Harry, Hermione, Abigail. Are you alright?"

"Which one of you conjured this?" Barty demanded and Abigail's eyes widened in alarm.

"You can't possibly-" Arthur began but the man cut him off.

"Do not lie!" he exclaimed. "You have been discovered at the scene of a crime!"

Harry looked around in confusion, "Crime?"

"Barty," Arthur tried, "They're just kids."

"What crime?" Harry asked as he looked around.

"Harry..." Abigail trailed off and he looked over at her. "It's his mark."

Realization flashed across his face. "Those people tonight, in masks..." he trailed off. "They're his too, aren't they? They're his followers."

"Follow me," Barty ordered.

"There was a man," Harry explained frantically. "Before," he pointed toward the woodsy area, "There."

"He ran off after we arrived," Abigail added.

"All of you," Barty spoke to the Auror's, "This way."

Arthur guided the kids away and addressed Harry, "Harry, who was it?"

"I don't know," he exhaled, "I didn't see his face."