World Cup stadium was one of the largest stadiums that Arabella had ever seen. Fred and George had laughed at her several times already for stopping to stare at her surroundings. They had laughed because it was unusual for Bella Flannery to be interested in anything, other than the autobiography of Newt Scamander - which she treasured greatly.

"Blimey, Dad! How far up are we?" Ron exclaimed, looking down beyond the barriers at the people below, making his legs shake a little. Arthur ignored his son, as the man was too busy taking in the marvellous sights. From the constant flashing lights, the floods of extravagant costumes and the enthusiastic cheering, this was undoubtedly the most incredible Quidditch building that Arthur, and Arabella, had ever seen.

"Well, put it this way; if it rains, you'll be the first to know." An annoyingly familiar voice chuckled, and Arabella scowled when she looked down to see Lucius and Draco Malfoy directly below.

"Father and I are in the Minister's box; a personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself!" Draco gloated, making Lucius hit his son in the stomach with a cane.

"Don't boast, Draco. There's no need with these people." He dismissed, staring at the Weasleys with disgust. The redheaded Ravenclaw took much offence to this, as she considered the family to be like her own. She always had been very protective over the people that she cared about, Fred and George especially.

"Those people are more important than you'll ever be, Lucius." Bella snapped, and became surprised when the blonde man smiled. A sinister smile, yet still genuine.

"Do have fun, won't you? While you can." He smirked, walking away proudly with Draco following behind. Arabella often thought that the boy reminded her of a lost puppy - constantly following his father around aimlessly like he didn't know what he was doing or where he was going. Many times she had tried to convince herself otherwise, but she knew that by doing that she would just be lying to herself.

As the group found their seats, George jumped, quite literally, with joy. The crowd began to roar in anticipation, and the ginger boy became so excited that Fred and Arabella jokingly discussed sedating him. With the way that George was bouncing along the seats, Bella began to think that was not such a bad idea after all.

Since the talk with the Malfoys, the twins had acquired scarves and hats in the colours of the Irish team, and they seemed to be the only two out of the group of eight that sported the white and green. Bella wore the Irish scarf, though had the hat of Bulgaria since she still was unable to decide which team to support. Her best friends had told her to support both, so that's what she did.

There was a sudden gush of wind, followed by several men on brooms and green smoke. "There's the Irish!" Fred shrieked.

"There's Troy!" George replied.

"And Mullet!"

"And Moran!"

"Boys, sit down," Arabella giggled. "I can't see."

They obeyed reluctantly, both brothers sitting to the left of their best friend where there were two spare seats.

A firework in the shape of a leprechaun danced in the air, Irish music playing loudly. All Irish supporters erupted into patriotic cheers, screaming enthusiastically until the sound began to bore into Bella's eardrums.

Red smoke emerged from the dancing firework, taking everyone by surprise - particularly Ginny and Hermione, who both howled in delight. The Bulgarians appeared from within the smoke, flying around the arena at a rapid speed. One person in particular caught Arabella's eye as he did a handstand upon his broom, and she instantly became more intrigued. "Who's that? Is that Viktor Krum?" She questioned, yelling over the deafening noises.

George nodded, seemingly much calmer than he was before the match started. "Yeah, he's the best Seeker in the world!"

"I know, Georgie. You've told me far too many times!" Bella teased, grinning playfully at the boy.

"Krum! Krum!" The crowd began to chant as his name appeared on the giant display board. The picture soon changed to his face where his fist pumped in the air.

That was the first time that Arabella Flannery saw Viktor Krum's face, and she was sure that it wouldn't be the last.

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Fred and George had Irish flags wrapped around them like capes, jigging to the Irish music as Bella sat in one of the camping chairs, crying with laughter at her two best friends' antics. They had tried to get her to dance with them, though she refused as she had never been one to dance. She just found it humiliating, and she hated being humiliated.

"There's no one like Krum!" Ron said as he emerged from one of the opened compartments in the large tent. "He's like a bird the way he rides the wind." Ron spoke over Fred and George flapping their arms around their younger brother, making Arabella laugh so hard that, yet again, she could barely breathe. "He's more than an athlete, he's an artist!" Fred threw his Irish flag over Ron's head, making him frown and throw it back.

"I think you're in love, Ron." Ginny teased as she walked past.

"Shut up, Gin." He barked.

Harry had now joined the side of the twins, laughing with Bella who had stood up to lean herself on Fred's shoulder. She was laughing so much that it felt as though she would lose her balance and fall over, so she began to use her friend as support. Fred proved no use, as he only made her laugh even more when he started to sing.

The four of them began to mock Ron through their song, until their strangled words were drowned out by the sounds coming from outside. "Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." George observed.

Arthur Weasley's head snapped up from where he was lighting the fire with a match. "That's not the Irish. We've got to get out here - now."

Fred and George exclaimed worried looks, immediately running to Arabella's side when they saw the panic on her face. "Boys, Ginny is your responsibility!" Arthur yelled through the screams as they reluctantly ventured outside the tent. Bella rushed over to Ginny, clutching her waist as she cracked a weak smile. "Get back to the Portkey everybody, and stick together!"

"Just stay with us, Ginny." She murmured as the younger girl nodded. Arabella had always been protective over Ginny; being the youngest in the Weasley family, the sixth year treated her like her own little sister.

Bella immediately thought of her younger sister, Eleanor Flannery, who had stayed back at home. The redhead was incredibly relieved that her sister had done so - because if Ellie had joined them at the Quidditch World Cup, Arabella would be overcome with fear incase anything was to happen to her.

Fred grabbed Bella's hand, startling her for a second, though she grinned feebly at the sight of her two best friends beside her. Flames blazed in her eyes and smoke blanketed the sky; she became saddened to know that the stadium would undoubtedly be destroyed by the spreading fires.

She had no idea where they were coming from, only that they were travelling fast and the people behind it were likely to be the Dark Lord's accomplices. The Ravenclaw had heard rumours of Voldemort's return weeks before, but Arabella was too stubborn to believe it. She mentally cursed herself for being so naive, and as she ran and looked behind her at the strange masked figures approaching, she realised that her naivety could've possibly killed her that night. If it wasn't for Fred's warm fingers laced around hers, or for George and Ginny who were running beside her, she could've been dead.

Bella swallowed hard as she saw Harry Potter lay unconscious on the grass. Noticing that she had stopped, the twins and Ginny stopped too, though she shook her head. "You should carry on."

George stepped forward. "But, Bella--"

"Seriously, go. Take Ginny with you to the Portkey, I'll stay here with Harry." Observing the look of reluctance on their faces, she sighed loudly. "Somebody has to stay with him to make sure he's alright."

After the Weasley brothers exchanged concerned glances, they finally nodded. "Don't die on us." Fred joked, the corners of his mouth curling slightly upwards.

"I won't." Arabella watched as the three siblings took off, running swiftly as the hooded figures became closer.

The girl dragged herself, and Harry's unconscious body, behind the shelter of a tent. She peered around it as the people in cloaks walked past the tent, unaware of her presence. They carried torches shining with bright flames, setting fire to various tents as people around them screamed in terror. Bella exhaled sharply, emitting a sense of relief that they didn't target the tent that she was crouched behind. She didn't dare to imagine what would've happened if they did.

She found herself waiting behind the same tent for around half an hour before the masked men disappeared, leaving behind so much destruction that Arabella thought it was a miracle that both she and Harry were still alive.

The bespectacled boy's eyes began to open, fluttering back and forth between opening and closing. He let out a small groan, and weakly pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Rise and shine, princess." Bella teased, her words playful though her tone bored and flat.

"How long was I--"

Harry was interrupted by the redhead's hand forcefully covering his mouth. "Shush." She whispered.

She could hear loud footsteps, unsure of the origin or whom they belonged to, but the sound alone made her stomach churn. Arabella hoped it was not someone harmful, though she didn't want to take any chances. "Get down." She ordered the younger boy, and they found themselves silently laying stomach-first on the grass within a few panicked seconds.

"Morsmordre!" An unpleasantly raspy voice yelled, and Bella bit her lip in anticipation. She expected the ground to blow up, or flaming meteors to fall from the sky, so she was left confused when nothing happened for a moment.

Harry tapped her on the shoulder, and pointed upwards with a single, shaking finger. Her eyes laid upon the blackened sky, and her mouth gaped open.

A colossal skull became swallowed by emerald fragments, a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue as the night rose higher beneath it. As they watched, it was blanketed by a haze of green smoke, etched against the canvas of stars like a new constellation.

The man stopped in his tracks as he made eye contact with Arabella. Her expression grew wide, pulling herself up on her feet as she and Harry began to run, weaving through burned tent structures with no sense of direction. She didn't care where she was going; she just wanted to get away from the figure that was pursuing them.

"Harry!" They heard Hermione shriek.

"Harry, where are you?" Ron yelled, his voice deeper than Bella remembered.

The sound of the mysterious man's footsteps had gone, replaced by Ron and Hermione's panicked shouting. Suddenly, they appeared in front of Harry and Arabella, embracing the Chosen boy into a hug.

"We were looking for you for ages!" Hermione exclaimed, pulling away from the group embrace.

"Thought we lost you, mate." Ron commented.

Awkward smiles were exchanged between Hermione and Bella as she spotted the older girl standing there nonchalantly. "Well, I'm glad you lot are alright." She said. "Ron, you haven't seen your brothers by any chance, have you?"

"You mean Fred and George?" He asked, and the Ravenclaw nodded. "Then no, I haven't."

"Stupefy!" The word came from nowhere, and the four instantly ducked as the spell came flying in their direction.

"Stop! Stop! That's my son!" A familiar voice - belonging to Arthur Weasley - demanded, running to the scene as the group obtained a standing position. "Harry, Hermione, Ron, Bella-- are you alright?"

Everyone nodded, though with baited breaths and pounding skulls, it was hard for the four of them to move their heads without wincing in pain. Arabella realised that the caster of the stunning spell was Bartemius Crouch Senior, a man she recognised from reading about the Magical Law Enforcement department in the Ministry of Magic. "Which one of you conjured it?" He spoke aggressively, his wand pointing at each person in front of him.

Arthur sighed loudly. "Barty, they didn't do this--"

"Lies! You have been discovered at the scene of a crime!"

"What crime?" Harry asked.

"It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's his mark." Hermione whispered into the boy's ear.

"So that means that those people tonight in the masks were his too, weren't they? His followers." Bella continued.

"They're called Death Eaters." Arthur spoke, his tone hushed as if he was scared that someone was listening. He then shot a quick glance at Bartemius, but was consequently avoiding his gaze.

"Um, there-- there was a man, before. Just ahead." Harry informed, and the greying man nodded, swiftly wandering away through the forest of destroyed tents and ash piles until he was out of sight.

"I saw it too." Arabella replied dismissively.

"Who?" Arthur questioned.

"I don't know, neither of us could see his face."

The night was an endless watercolour, with hues of black and green and gathered constellations of viridescent stars running along the sky like wet paint, and as she looked up, Bella found herself entranced within the Dark Mark. The snake began to coil itself around the emerald fragments as the skull created ripples like rushing waves. It would've been beautiful, had it not have held so much power, but the mark had a hidden darkness beyond that made it nothing but deadly.

Bit of a boring ending lol sorry !! People are desperate for me to update my other stories but I'm really struggling to come up with good ideas so I decided to update this instead :)))