Y/N POV

All of us walked into the gigantic stadium, where we all gasped in awe of the size of the place. It was massive!

"Seats a hundred thousand," Mr. Weasley said to us. "Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle Repelling Charms on every inch of it. Every time Muggles have got anywhere near here all year, they've suddenly remembered urgent appointments and had to dash away again . . . bless them."

"Blimey Dad," Ron said. "How far up are we?"

"We'll put it this way," A voice beckoned as my eye glowed with anger. "If it rains, you'll be the first to know."

"Oh, if it isn't Chief Arsehole." I said as everyone drew their eyes on me as I faced Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy and their son, Draco Malfoy. "What, Lucius? Gonna lecture me? I'll give you a little lecture to your stupid family about Hippogriffs." As my eye kept glowing, Hermione slipped her hand into mine

"You will not speak to my husband that way!" Narcissa said. "My husband --"

"Is very stupid, bigotted and shares the same views as Moldy-Voldy." I interrupted. "Much like the rest of the Malfoys. And I don't give a shit about any of you. So piss off."

"Father, Mother and I are in the minister's box, Lovegood," Malfoy said. "By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."

"Are you deaf, Draco?" I asked. "Cause I said one: I don't give a shit, and two: Piss off."

They took their leave to join Fudge as the rest of us began to go to the Top Box. Before Hermione and I went up, I stopped as she looked at me. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"Oh, nothing." I said. "One second." I looked at the box and muttered, "Ventus."

I looked back at Hermione. "Sorry about that. But they're gonna be in for a windy surprise."

"Oh, don't worry about it," She said as she took hold of my hand once more. "You were just trying to defend us. And if I'm being honest, Mr. Malfoy does need a lecture about Magical Creatures. I miss Buckbeak."

"Yeah, but he and Uncle Sirius are safe," I said as she got closer to me.

"Where were you two?" Harry asked as we came up to the Top Box.

"Making Purebloods pissed," I answered. "Malfoy decided to bug us."

"Ugh, can they ever go away," Lana said. "There was a house-elf named Winky here. She's really afraid of being up here."

"But we know about Dobby now!" Harry said. "He wants to be paid for work!"

"That's good, I suppose," I said. "He deserves to be paid, he finally has the chance away from the Malfoys."

"You freed him?" Hermione asked me. "When?"

"Before you came to the Common Room to comfort me," I said. "And after I threatened Malfoy."

"I wish I met Dobby," Hermione said. "He sounds nice."

"Yeah, despite him nearly killing Harry and me accidently," I said. "He's a really kind person."

"It's the Irish!" Fred cried out as streaks of green and white flashed through the sky. People cheered in excited, us included.

"Here come the Bulgarians!" George cried out as more voices yelled, "KRUM, KRUM, KRUM!" as the player waved to the crowd. I couldn't help but scowl at him. Hermione noticed and nudged herself closer to me while Snuffles came out and joined us.

"Veela!" Mr. Weasley shouted.

"What are veel --"

As Harry was about to ask, nearly all the boys stared at the woman down on the field as they watched them move. And I say nearly cause I wasn't doing what they were doing.

"Why are they all gawking at the women down there?" I asked.

"The more important question is," Lana said. "Is why you're not doing the same? They're Veela, they attract men to them. You must be stronger than them."

'Or maybe cause I'm sitting next to the most beautiful girl in the world.' I thought back to her.

'Wow, my brother, the charmer!' Lana thought back. 'I wonder what Hermione would say if you told her that...'

Just as the match was about to begin, gold seemed to fall into the boxes as everyone tried to catch it. One fell into Snuffles' hands and he showed it to us, like how a child would show their parents something that they have done. Hermione smiled at him and pecked him on the head while I wrapped my arm around her.

"Good evening!" Bagman said to the crowd. "It gives me great pleasure to welcome each and everyone of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!"

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"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman bellowed two hours later. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH --- BUT IRELAND WINS!"

Bagman had paid Fred and George their money, he had tried with Leprechaun gold at first, but I could tell it was, so he paid them with real money and gave me and Lana our 150 galleons.

We were celebrating the Irish's victory over Bulgaria in our tent. The twins were dancing around wildly and chanting as Harry, Hermione, Lana and I were joining in.

"There's no one like Krum!" Ron bellowed to us, clearly not accepting the defeat of Bulgaria.

"Krum?" The twins said. "KRUM!"

"He's like a bird the way he rides the wind! He's more than an athlete, he's an artist!"

"Think you're in love, Ron?" Ginny asked with a smile on her face.

"Viktor, I love you!"
"Viktor, I do!"

Harry and I joined in as Ron was looking around. "When we're apart, my heart beats only for yoooouuuu!"

We had celebrated long and soon enough I felt tired and went to the bed I meant to share with Hermione as she followed me. She wasn't very tired, but she decided to join me. I let her go in first as I placed my half of our gold in my bag and I joined her in the bed. Hermione had decided to read for a while while I laid down on the bed next to her. I felt sleepy after a while and said, "Good night, Hermione."

"Good night, Y/N." She said as she closed her book and put it under her pillow.

"I thought you weren't tired?" I asked.

"Well, I do feel tired now," Hermione said with a small smile. "I need some sleep too. Sweet dreams." She then adjusted herself and wrapped her arms around my torso.

"You too, 'Mione." I said as I pushed some of her stray hairs off her face and pecked her nose lightly. She giggled a little as she felt the air on her nose and snuggled deeper into me. Snuffles ran in and slipped in with us.

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"Y/N!" A voice shouted. "Hermione! Get up, we have to leave!"

I shot up from the bed to find Mr. Weasley in front of me in his pajamas and a pair of jeans. "What's going on?" I asked.

"No time!" He said as Hermione woke up. "Just grab a jacket and go!"

We did as we were told and I gave my hoodie to Hermione since she couldn't find that jacket she was wearing early. There would have been another occasion to give her my hoodie, but we needed to get out. Hermione grabbed Snuffles in her hands as we ran out together and met up with Lana, Ron and Harry. It was complete madness as a crowd of masked wizards raising people in the air and cackling maniacally.

These wizards weren't just average run-of-the-mill wizards.

These were Death Eaters. And they served Voldemort. As I watched them harass Muggles, I tightened Hermione's hand with mine as I said, "No. They're not getting to you. Over my dead body."

Hermione looked confused. "Y/N, what are you talking about?"

"We have to get out of here," I said. "It's not safe!" I drew my wand from my pocket and shouted, "Supefy!" towards one of them, knocking them back like a bowling pin.

"We're going to help the Ministry!" Mr. Weasley said as he joined us and Bill, Charlie and Percy. "You lot -- get into the woods, and stick together. I'll come and fetch you when we've sorted this out!" He left with the three older Weasleys.

"C'mon!" Fred said as he ran with George, Ginny and Luna as we followed after him into the woods.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked. "Who are they? Why did you say they aren't getting to me?"

"They're Death Eaters!" I yelled. "Voldemort's followers! They kill Muggles! I'm not letting them come even a single centimeter to you!"

"Gah!" Ron said as he fell. "Tripped over a tree root."

"Well, with feet that size, hard not to." Malfoy said as he leaned against one of the trees.

"Where the hell are Lucius and Narcissa!" I shouted at him. "I bet there're out there with those demented idiots."

"They're more than idiots," Lana said. "They're f***ing psychopaths!"

Wait, did Lana just swear at Malfoy? I'm actually proud of her.

"Language, Lovegood," Malfoy said. "You wouldn't like Granger spotted, would you?"

He looked at Hermione, who tightened her hand in mine. "They're after Muggles." Malfoy said. "D'you want to be showing off her knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around... they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh."

I whipped out my wand from my pocket and blasted Malfoy across the air, where he landed on a tree.

"Don't you dare," I scowled at him as I made my way to him. "No damn Death Eater is harming nor touching a single hair on Hermione's head as long as I'm around. And Hermione's a witch, damn better than your sorry pureblood arse."

"If you think they can't spot a Mudblood," He said as his mouth was bleeding. "Stay where you are."

"Bloody pervert." I said. "You've gotta wash that mouth of yours, really dirty. Scourgify!"

Suddenly, Malfoy's mouth filled up with pink soap as he spit on the floor.

"Nevermind him," Hermione said as she grabbed my arm and looked at me. "Let's go and find the others. With any luck, the Ministry will catch him."

"Fred and George can't have gone that far," Ron said as he pulled out his wand.

"Ah, no!" Harry said. "I don't believe it... I've lost my wand!"

"You're kidding?!" Lana said.

"Maybe it's back at the tent?" Ron suggested.

"Maybe it fell out of your pocket when we were running?" Hermione asked. Snuffles was in the hood of my hoodie hanging on as tight as he could.

"There is bad wizards about!" A squeaky voice said. "People high -- high in the air! Winky is getting out of the way!" A house-elf ran next to us trying to get out of the way.
"That's Winky?" I asked Lana. "Where is she going?"

"What's up with her?" Ron added. "Why can't she run properly?"

"Bet she didn't ask permission to hide," Harry replied.

"You know, house-elves get a very raw deal!" Hermione said.

We kept running until we all fell on a branch. Harry doubled down in pain as he clutched his head. In the back, someone had broken the silence around us as they shouted the one spell no-one expected.

"MORSMORDRE!"

And out of the user's wand, a green bolt shot out and emblazoned the sky with an all-too familiar mark that I showed from Peter Pettigrew's arm. The skull with a snake moving inside of it.

The Dark Mark.

Hermione POV

As I watched the Dark Mark fill the sky, I shook with fear as I saw it. Y/N was holding my hand through the whole time and he scowled at the mark.

"Who's there?" Harry shouted.

"Harry, come on!" Y/N shouted. "Move!"

"What's the matter?"

"It's the Dark Mark, Harry!" Lana yelled. "Voldemort's sign!"

As we all got back up, we only took a couple of steps before we were bombarded with Stunning Spells.

"STUPEFY!" Twenty voices yelled as we all ducked. Y/N covered me with his body and dropped himself to the ground, shielding me with his body.

"Stop! Stop!" A female voice shouted. "That's my son and daughter!"

"My son too!" A male voice shouted as well.

We all got up to find Mr. Weasley and Addison Lovegood stop the other wizards from firing at us. As Addison turned around, she walked up and hugged her children. "Oh my goodness!" She cried. "Are you both okay? Are you all okay? Where's Luna?"

"Luna's somewhere with Ginny, George and Fred," Lana said. "We got lost in the woods."

"We're all fine, Mrs. Lovegood." Harry said as he held his head.

"Oh thank goodness," She said. "These Death Eaters are completely out of nowhere, I'm so glad you weren't harmed." She said to Y/N and Lana. "I love you both so much." She hugged them really tightly.

"We love you too, Mum," Y/N said as he and Lana returned it.

"Alright." Addison said. "Y/N, it was nice of you to give Hermione your hoodie."

"She was gonna get cold," Y/N said. "It was the closest thing I could find."

"Thank you, regardless, Y/N," I said as I came closer.

"Out of the way," A cold voice said, revealing to be Mr. Crouch. "Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?"

"We didn't do that!" Harry said.

"We didn't do anything!" Ron added. "What did you want to attack us for?"

"Do not lie, sir!" Crouch shouted. "You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!"

"Barty," a witch said to him. "They're kids, they'd never have been able to --"

"Where did the Mark come from?" Mr. Weasley and Addison asked.

"Over there," I said as I made myself closer to Y/N. "There was someone behind the trees . . . they shouted words - an incantation -"

"Oh, stood over there, did they?" Crouch said "Said an incantation, did they? You seem very well informed about how that Mark is summoned, missy -"

"Hey, Mr. Crouch," Y/N said calmly as the wizards checked the area. "If you're implying that 'Mione cast that, you're dead wrong. She has no reason to cast it and she was with me the whole time."

"Yes! We got them!" Someone yelled. "There's someone here! Unconscious! It's -- but -- blimey..."

"You've got someone?" Crouch asked. "Who? Who is it?"

Mr. Diggory came back with a small body in his arms, revealing to be none other than... Winky the house-elf.

"Bit embarrassing," Mr. Diggory said. "Barty Crouch's house-elf... I mean to say..."

"Come off it, Amos," Mr. Weasley said. "You don't seriously think it was the elf? The Dark Mark's a wizard's sign. It requires a wand."

"Yeah, and she had a wand."

"What?" said Mr. Weasley.

"Here, look." Mr. Diggory held up a wand. "Had it in her hand. So that's clause three of the Code of Wand Use broken, for a start. No non-human creature is permitted to carry or use a wand."

Ludo Bagman apparated in and asked about the Dark Mark. Seeing it as more distractions, Crouch looked to Mr. Diggory, who pointed his wand at Winky, and said, "Rennervate!"

Winky blinked her eyes open and looked around in confusion. "Elf !" Mr.Diggory roared. "Do you know who I am? I'm a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures! As you see, elf, the Dark Mark was conjured here a short while ago," "And you were discovered moments later, right beneath it! An explanation, if you please!"

"I - I - I is not doing it, sir!" Winky gasped. "I is not knowing how, sir!"

"You were found with a wand in your hand!" Mr. Diggory barked as he showed the wand. Harry seemed to recognize it and said, "Hey, that's my wand!"

"Excuse me?" Mr. Diggory said.

"That's my wand! I dropped it!"

"You dropped it? Is this a confession? You threw it aside after you conjured the Mark?"

"Amos, think who you're talking to!" Mr. Weasley said to him. "Is Harry Potter likely to conjure the Dark Mark?"

"I is not doing magic with it, sir!" Winky cried. "I is ... I is just picking it up, sir! I is not making the Dark Mark, sir, I is not knowing how!"

"It wasn't her!" I said. "Winky's got a squeaky little voice, and the voice we heard doing the incantation was much deeper!"

I looked at Y/N as he was closer to me. "It didn't sound anything like Winky, did it?"

"No," Y/N said. "Not at all. It was a human male."

"Well, we'll soon see," Mr. Diggory said. "There's a simple way of discovering the last spell a wand performed, elf, did you know that? Prior Incantato!"

A smaller version of the mark sprung from the wand. "Deletrius!" Mr. Diggory said again. "You've been caught red-handed, elf! Caught with the guilty wand in your hand !"

"Regardless," Mr. Crouch said. "Despite of Winky not performing the Dark Mark. she did not listen to her master to stay put. And that means..."

"No!" Winky cried. "Not clothes!'

"Clothes."

"Wait a minute..." Y/N said. "You're telling us... that because Winky didn't follow your order to stay put, you unemployed her?"

"Yes, boy!" Crouch said. "That is what i said.

"That is, without a doubt," He said. "The stupidest thing you could ever do! Winky was scared, everyone was! And she's afraid of heights and you put her in the bloody top box!"

" You can't blame her for wanting to get out of their way!" I added.

"I have no use for a house-elf who disobeys me," Crouch said coldly. "I have no use for a servant who forgets what is due to her master, and her master's reputation."

Winky was crying hard as Mr. Weasley and Addison lead us back to the tents.

"What's going to happen to Winky?" I asked.

"I don't know, Hermione," Addison said. "Hopefully she can get back on track soon."

"The way they were treating her!" I said angrily. "Mr. Diggory, calling her 'elf' all the time... and Mr. Crouch! He knows she didn't do it and he's still going to sack her! He didn't care how frightened she'd been, or how upset she was - it was like she wasn't even human!"

"Well, she's not," Ron said, which caused Y/N and Lana to look at him with their eyes glowing.

"It doesn't mean she hasn't got feelings, Ron," Lana said. "It's disgusting the way --"

"Lana, Hermione, I agree with you," Mr. Weasley said. "but now is not the time to discuss elf rights. I want to get back to the tent as fast as we can."

As we arrived back at the tent, Luna ran up and hugged her cousins at the same time, who returned it and held her close to them. The older Weasleys continued to talk about the events that transpired.

"Listen, it's very late, and if your mother hears what's happened she'll be worried sick," Mr. Weasley said. "We'll get a few more hours sleep and then try and get an early Portkey out of here."

The other girls, Y/N and I went back to our bunks as Snuffles climbed out of the hoodie. I got into the bed first and Y/N followed later. A couple minutes later, I still couldn't sleep due to the Death Eaters.

"Hey," Y/N said as he rolled over to face me. "Is everything okay?"

"Not really," I said. "Those Death Eaters... You've mentioned them before, right?"

"I did," He said. "They were the ones with You-Know-Who when they killed my dad."

"You also said they hurt Muggles..." I said. "That's what scares me the most. Coming from a Muggle family as a Muggle-born."

He looked at me and took my hand. "Hermione, listen," He said. "None of them are coming near you or your family. I'm making sure of that. I absolutely mean it."

Just hearing him protecting me makes me want to kiss him more, but I snuggled into him and kissed his cheek as he pulled me closer to him.

"Thank you, Y/N." I said.

"Always." He said. "You know something by the way?"

"What?" I asked him.

"You look kinda cute in my hoodie." He said. "Really adorable."

I smiled for a moment. "Well, maybe I should wear it more often."

Harry POV

The day after, we arrived back at the Burrow. As we arrived into Mrs. Weasley's view, she yelled, "Oh thank goodness, thank goodness!"

She flung her arms around her husband as she held a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Arthur - I've been so worried - so worried -"

She then pulled Fred and George into a tight hug after she made sure we were all okay. "Ouch! Mum -- you're strangling us!"

"I shouted at you before you left!" She cried. "It's all I've been thinking about! What if You-Know-Who had got you, and the last thing I ever said to you was that you didn't get enough O.W.L.s? Oh Fred . . . George . . ."

""Come on, now, Molly, we're all perfectly okay," Mr. Weasley. "Bill, pick up that paper, I want to see what it says..."

As we all sat down, Hermione went with Y/N to make some tea for everyone, while Mr. Weasley insisted on some Firewhiskey. Mr. Weasley read the article exposing the scene by Rita Skeeter and also insisted on returning to work, to which Percy wanted to go too. Mrs. Weasley had also gotten our things from Diagon Alley, where she had put them in our rooms.

We went to the attic, but as Ron closed the door to the attic, I said, "There's something I haven't told you four. On Saturday morning, I woke up with my scar hurting."

Everyone gasped at the revelation and had the exact same looks I imagined at Privet Drive. "But - he wasn't there, was he? You-Know-Who? I mean - last time your scar kept hurting, he was at Hogwarts, wasn't he?" Lana asked me.

"I'm sure he wasn't on Privet Drive. But I was dreaming about him . . . him and Peter - you know, Wormtail. I can't remember all of it now, but they were plotting to kill . . . someone."

"We've been getting nightmares about him too." Y/N said as Lana looked at him. Hermione looked at him with a nervous look as she clutched his hand with care. He solemnly nodded at her and looked back at me. "We've been getting them all summer. The last one I got was at Hermione's house when I came to visit."

"What was it about?" I asked.

"Most of them were kinda like yours," Lana said. "Peter was there too, they killed a Muggle and there was a rather big snake that he called Nagini."

"I get those too," Y/N said. "But mine was at a graveyard. With a huge tombstone. But they all began with something exactly the same. They were all like flashes, I couldn't understand what it meant."

"What was it?" Ron asked.

"A - a cup. More like a Goblet actually." He said. "With fire spewing out."