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Hey guys, Aiden here, just to inform that this saga will be completed. I won't abandon it. The updates might be late like this. Shout out to my friend and beta Sam, who is also an amazing writer. For questions, PM Aiden 936 or contact me on facebook. You'll find me as Silver Morningstar. Thanks to y 'all and review please. They are like Christmas present to me.

Horrors at the World Cup

Harry noticed the painting on the wall as he slithered through the narrow corridor. It wasn't magical, the portraits were still. The whispers came from the lone door in the end. The door was ajar; a sliver of light was coming from it. Someone was speaking in a low tune, almost like hissing.

'I need the boy alive, he is vital for the ritual...Wormtail!' the voice suddenly snapped. Harry jumped, as the rat like man cowered in front of someone. Probably the speaker. He only could see that much from the sliver of open door. The hissing voice was speaking again, 'Open the door, Wormtail. We must greet our guest.'

The door opened at once, he could see the man, kneeled in front of the sofa baring his left forearm. A black tattoo adorned it. He couldn't make its features from this far. His head turned to the cold voice again as two dreaded words spoken and a green sickly aura rushing towards him.

Harry woke with a start shivering yet sweating profusely. That was a disturbing dream, but why'd he dream about Wormtail and some other? There was no connection, no meaning in this dream. He picked up his new glasses from the table. Ron was still snoring loudly, that didn't even affect him. You get used to it after you share a dorm with Ron for three years. The clock was showing 7:07 in the morning. He kicked Ron lightly to wake up and made way to the bathroom in his new Batman themed pajamas.

He arrived in the burrow yesterday, after a lengthy session of clothes shopping. Alfred was thorough in his work. He brought Harry a whole new wardrobe, from underwear to a tuxedo, everything! His old glasses were gone and new silver framed roundish glasses were on. The round structure suits him, Alfred said. After the shopping they ate a light meal in the leaky cauldron. Alfred said his farewell and left for the manor in Manchester. It was closed for years and needed to be cleaned first.

"I'll wait for you to come home master Harry. Peverall manor is now your property and I hope you won't neglect it. While you are not the head but since you're the last, it falls to you to do your duties to the house."

After a shower, Harry donned a jeans and olive green jumper with white T-Shirt inside. After failing miserably to tame his wild hair, he left it alone and made his way to the kitchen. He could hear Hermione's voice , arguing over the functions of a rubber ducky with Mr. Weasly. He chuckled lightly and entered the kitchen. As usual Mrs. Weasly was humming and making breakfast. The twins were whispering about something, no doubt a new prank. Ginny and an unknown girl were chatting in a corner. The girls pale blonde hair was loose and reached her waist. She was wearing a blue robe that concealed her body but Harry could tell that the girl was on petite side. Ron was still in bathroom so he was missing, no surprise in that. He made his presence known to them.

"Good morning, everybody! " he said loudly.

Hermione turned with a small smile and returned his greetings. Ginny squeaked something that he thought was her response. The unknown girl just nodded with her eyes closed. Mr. Weasly welcomed him.

"Harry! Are you excited about today, son?" he said warmly. Today was the day of Quiddich World Cup final. Arthur Weasly and his family had received tickets as his status as a ministry worker. They agreed to take Harry with them.

"Yes, Mr. Weasly. Today will be fun. I've never been to a professional match before," he politely replied.

It was the final of 422 World Cup, both Bulgaria and Ireland team made it to the finals. Both teams were strong at certain points and have aces up in their sleeves. While Bulgaria's seeker was a prodigy, most teams feared the Irish chaser trio. Their combination and teamwork was super. Again, Irish keeper was their star while Bulgarian Beaters had their fare share of chaser blood on their hand or batters. Both teams are paired naturally and Harry could tell that it would be a tooth and nail match.

"Which team you're supporting Harry?" asked Fred (or it was George?). Every set of eyes turned onto him, like he was about to speak something important. Ronald took that moment to make his entrance and flopped in the chair near Hermione and opposite of Harry.

"Obviously, Bulgaria is going to win. Their seeker is the best. Victor Krum is the best ever seeker this world has ever seen!" he declared loudly. Harry chuckled. Victor Krum was indeed an enigma in the field, his record being 50 clean wins with no loses yet. He was a celebrity in teenage population, and heartthrob of many.

"You see, I want to see Krum in action but Irish chasers are the best, so I'll be rooting for the Irish team," the twins looked gleeful. Ron just looked aghast.

"How can you, mate? He's a Seeker like you. You should support him, seekers code and all that," he said. Hermione rolled her eyes at his antics. Ginny nodded before speaking.

"I'm supporting Bulgaria too," Harry just gave her a small encouraging smile. The Blonde spoke for the first time since Harry arrived, in a strange dreamy tone that reminded him of Sybil Trelanway.

"I think Victor will catch the snitch but the Irish team will win," Harry raised his eyebrows at her strange prediction.

"Why my dear Luna…" began one twin.

"…we'll take you on that word," finished another.

"While I don't know how…"

"…You do that…"

"…but…"

"…we're giving our 5% profit…"

"…If you're correct in this prediction," they ended in their weird duet.

"Why thank you lads!" she, Luna, exclaimed loudly.

"Its settled then…"

"…Krum catches the snitch…"

"…but Irish wins," they finished and turned to Harry and their father.

"Will these would take our prices, brother of mine…"

"…or just hurt our emotions by neglecting us?" one finished by dramatically placing his hand in his heart.

Arthur chuckled and placed ten galleons on Krum. Harry just laughed and shook his head.

"Sorry guys, but I'm no gambler."

Breakfast was a very loud and joyful event that day. Hermione and the other girls speaking in a quite tone and giggled a moment later when Molly put her two cents in. Twins and Ron were arguing about Quiddich, Arthur was reading the prophet.

Harry's neck was hurting from following their conversations. He just finished his breakfast and leaned back in his chair comfortably and crossed his arms. Yes today was proving to be a good day.

When Harry entered the small tent with disdain, his words literally paused in his mouth. It was huge on the inside! They had one wing for girls and one for the male occupants, a loo and one attached bathroom, and a kitchenette with a long wooden table. He whispered with a small grin tugging on his face.

"Magic is Awesome."

Arthur hollered from the door of the tent, "Hurry up kids, you'll miss the opening!" and there was scuffling sound of 'coming dad' or ' We'll be there'

A Good fifteen minutes later they started their journey to find their seats in the looming stadium in the short distance. On their way they met the Diggorys, who accompanied them. Luna left with his father to the press box. Apparently they had their own magazine, Quibbler, and were invited along with the media. They left via Portkey from a hotspot near the burrow, the travel still hated him. After got sucking in the vortex, the portkey spat him in their destination. Most of them landed on their feet, except him. Even Hermione landed more gracefully than him. Him and Ron being the only exception and they fell on their ass and face respectively. They'll never hear the end of it for a long time.

After putting their luggage in the tent Harry and the co. headed towards the stands, their stand was in a very high spot from there they can see the whole stadium very clearly.

"I'm amazed that you can afford to come here, let alone with the ministry," someone very familiar, drawled.

"Not now, Draco. I'm not sure if these fine gentlemen and ladies can handle the truth here," another one smugly said.

Harry looked behind him to see the most unpleasant people he met in the Wizarding world. Malfoys! The father and son were looking absolutely prim in their dark blue robes and matching trousers. The picture of wealth and aristocrat both had a superior smirk in their face. Arthur frowned. He knew they'd be here. Lucius was very close to the current minister. Obviously Fudge invited them personally to increase his pockets weight. Ron was scowling, and bit back a snarky remark. Ginny stayed silent as Lucius's gaze swept upon her.

"Hello, Lucius. I didn't know you were into Quiddich," despite his discomfort, Arthur tried to be civil.

"I'm not here to see this childish games, the minister invited me meet the Bulgarian minister," the smug look never left the Malfoy patriarch's face.

"Well then, come on children, let's get to our stands," he urged the children, trying to get away from the unpleasant man. Harry turned away from them. He was in no mood for their insults. The elder Malfoy, used his hooked cane and stopped Harry.

"Be careful, Mr. Potter, next time you won't be so lucky," he said with a sneer and let Harry go.

"Come on, Draco! We already spent enough time for this peasants," he turned and started walking towards the ministry box. Draco gave him another sneer and followed his father.

"Come on guys, the match is starting," Arthur tried to guide his children to their designated stands. Harry stared after the Malfoys for a while and muttered under his breath.

"Next time you won't be so lucky too."

"What was that, Harry?" Hermione asked. Harry shook his head and dismissed her.

"Come on, let's enjoy the match," with that he followed Arthur.

Luna's prediction came true. Krum did catch the snitch but Irish team still won. The Bulgarian team lost 240-250. It was a close game, full of adrenaline. Harry found himself enjoying, professional Quiddich applied to him; maybe he'll join a club after graduation. He, Sirius bother were the fans of Puddlemere United's, While Remus supported Wimbourne Wasps. It will be a very entertaining when three of them would discuss Quiddich, because Wasps and United's were Rivals. Every time they played against each other, it was spectacular and fought to the bones.

"We told you that earlier…"

"…and our prediction made us 300 galleons richer!" the twins were saying. Harry and Ginny were chuckling. Hermione arched her eyebrow.

"Luna predicted that, for your kind information. Give her some credit."

Ron was upset that Krum lost, he sulked while others were joking. Harry thumped him in the back.

"Cheer up mate, they'll win it next year!"

Ron grumbled something unintelligible and Harry laughed at his childish antics. They were returning to the tent they were staying at. Arthur was finishing some meetings with his ministry colleagues. It was a festive mood in the stadium. They all froze when a Blood curdling scream erupted from somewhere followed by a huge explosion. Instinctively, they pulled out their wands and searched for distress. Then the Group saw them. They were in robes dark as night, they were even seemed to absorb in it. Silvery masks glittered in the moonlight.

Death Eaters, the Knights of Walpurgis and followers of the worst dark lord in millennium.

The Twins turned towards Harry, "Harry, Ron, Hermione, hide in the forest and do not come out until we find you. Ginny with us, to the tent," Ginny followed them, as they ran towards their tent.

Hermione tugged on Harry's shirt, "Come on, Harry. We need to hide. "

Ron was already ahead of them, trying to find a way through this chaos. It was a chaos indeed. Tents were burning, people were screaming then someone abruptly stopping their scream, like someone ripped their voice cords. People were trying to flee, run from these merchants of death. It was Anarchy. And in between them Harry got separated from the group and ended in the wrong direction.

When an agonizing moan reached his ear, someone was begging for help, he realized. His inner Gryffindor kicked in and he rushed towards the voice, wand ready. As Hermione dubbed this his saving people thing, and Snale chastised many times as reckless foolish behavior, he recognized the person who was screaming for help as silvery blonde hair shined in the moonbeam.

Luna!

They held her under cruciatus to torture her father. Harry counted four death eaters around them. Obviously they were questioning Luna's father, holding Luna under the torture curse to motivate her father. Those sick little bastards! Harry used every bit of his self control to not jump and curse them into oblivion.

"Answer me Xeno, where is the medallion? I know you've seen it recently. Where!?" One was asking. Xeno shook his head, and shakily replied

"I've last seen it in the Tomb, next day it was gone. Please believe me, don't hurt her!" he begged at last.

"He won't answer like that Lucius, maybe seeing his daughter getting raped may change his mind!" snarled another one. Harry gritted his teeth, fist clenched. It was Malfoy senior.

"Your too much impatient ,Cecil. But we don't have much time either. Go ahead, Avery do it," he said. Avery tore open the lower part of her pale blue top, revealing smooth cream flesh of her belly. Luna whimpered and tried to get away, but Avery held her in place.

"No!" Xeno tried to get up, but Malfoy kicked him in the face.

"Tell me and save her future, Xeno," he sneered.

Harry couldn't take it any longer. It was fate worse than death. And in good conscience he couldn't watch while it was happening in front of him. He jumped from the bush he was hiding at and hurled the first curse came to his mind.

"Reducto! " he was a mage, and the power of the spell surprised even him.

The death eaters jumped in alarm at this intervention. Unfortunately, the man holding Luna, Avery, moved his head just in the way of Harry's curse. Splat! Avery's Head blasted like egg. Splattering brain matters everywhere, showering his fellow eaters in blood and gore. Everyone was shocked in this change of events. Even Harry himself. Lucius took this chance and quickly disarmed him, before binding him in a strong rope.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't potter. Trying to save a damsel in distress again?"

His ever present sneer was in place. Cecil Nott looked like Christmas came early. The last one just grunted in response. Harry was stuck, he hadn't thought about this before, no matter how powerful he was, he was still lesser in skill than Lucius, who was a ruthless death eater and a master duelist. He wasn't skilled enough to defeat them. He cursed his Gryffindor nobility inwardly. He wasn't afraid of them. Instead he stared defiantly at them. Teeth bearing!

"I'll have some fun with you before delivering you to our master. Crucio!"

The crimson spell connected with Harry, lit his nerves on fire. It was like hundreds of burning knives, piercing him repeatedly. The pain was too much for his young body, and he fall face first on the ground after Lucius lifted the curse.

"Pathetic! And you thought you'd defeat the Dark lord, who was much greater wizard than you," Nott snarled. Harry was panting heavily from the intensity of the spell. It was nothing like he experienced in his whole life. The Magic in his body was still recovering from the ritual room, meaning it was much volatile, aggressive than before. His hate for these people rose a bit. All he wanted now wasto hurt them badly, hurt them for killing so many innocent, for torturing him, trying to rape a girl that was younger than his own son. His magic responded, and fueled by his murderous intent, surged forward in a wave of power.

Lucius casted the cruciatus on Harry once more. He was having a good time, revenge for his humiliation in the Hogwarts, but the spell fizzled out before it can reach him. His magic surged forward like a tsunami wave., pushing everyone away from him. The earth trembled. Jagged rocks burst forward from the ground and impaled the first death eater through the throat; Cecil Nott squirmed a bit and then fell silent as his life escaped him. Mulciber, the fourth death eater, tried the escape but some sharp rocks found him and used him like a pin cushion. He fell too. The pool of blood grew around them. Harry watched in awe and fear what was happening in front of him. He killed three men! His eyes found Nott and Avery's mangled body, and his stomach turned.

Lucius barely managed to avoid one rocky spear that sprung from the soil beneath him, almost impaling him like Nott. However, it grazed him across the cheek. He screamed and apparated away quickly. A voice shouted his name from behind. He wasn't paying attention. His stomach wretched again as he vomited. Harry calmed himself as someone helped him up. Head still ringing, body aching from the cruciatus. He asked for Luna and her father, and got something jumbled response in return. Someone was asking if he was alright, he nodded distantly as his eyes fell on Notts impaled body. His eyes wide, mouth shut and a horrifying expression in his face.

The tents were burning in the distance, Aurors appeared some time ago. His eyes were distant as he thought of the Horrors that fell upon this joyful event.