A/N: Yes, an overused plot. It might be Harry/ Fleur but there will be some Harry/ Angelina in the beginning. I warn you now, I am not very good at keeping up with updates. Probably a few weeks between each one. :D Can't help it.

WARNING: There may possibly be a few minor sex scenes. Nothing big however.

Chapter 1:

Harry Potter wandered through the crowd of wizards and witches, their voices all filling the air as they called out to their companions. The Quidditch World Cup was one of the biggest events in the wizarding world and Harry had been dreaming about it all summer since his two closest friends, Fred And George Weasley had sent him a letter saying that their father had managed to get tickets for the family. This included Harry since the Weasleys, a large family of nine was like his own family. His own relatives were muggles who hated everything about magic, including him. He hadn't even known he was a wizard until he'd turned eleven.

That was five years ago however, so Harry had learned much about the magical world since then. One of his favorite parts was quidditch. He himself was part of the house team at his school, Hogwarts. He was what was known as a seeker, one of the most important players of them team. All he had to do was catch a small golden ball before the other seeker. He'd played the position since his first year at Hogwarts after stealing three brooms with Fred and George and flying around whilst trying to get back his shoe back from the pranksters. His head of house, Minerva McGonagall had seen him flying and though he got detention for stealing brooms, she'd offered him a chance at seeker because of his apparent flying skills.

Harry looked around, peering through the crowd and trying to find his twin friends. Normally their bright red hair would have stuck out like a sore thumb, but there were many stranger sights catching his eye, such as an old wizard running around in a bright red dress, claiming it to be what the muggles wore. While that was true, only muggle women wore dresses and he was a man. He quickly shifted his gaze before he saw something that would scar his mind forever. He had enough mental and physical scars already.

"Harry?"

The sixteen year old wizard turned around at the familiar voice and spotted two of his friends, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet. They were both in his year at Hogwarts, on the house team, and about as close of friends with him as he was with the twins. He smiled brightly at their familiar faces and walked over to them, giving both a quick hug in greeting. "Hey. You haven't seen the twins, have you? I lost them a while ago."

Angelina shook her head. "No, sorry. But they're probably up to no good."

That, Harry knew, was probably true. And if that was the case then he wanted no part of it. "Ah well. I suppose I'll run into them soon. Is Katie around?"

Alicia shook her head with a disappointed look. Katie Bell, another chaser on their quidditch team and a part of their tight knit group. "No, she couldn't come."

"Never seen the girl so pissed off," Angelina added.

Harry nodded glanced around once again before turning back to the girls. He'd seen a rather disturbing sight of that same man in the dress, a sight which he had hoped to avoid. "I suppose one of you two made captain?"

The girls looked first at each other and then back to Harry. He noted the surprise in their eyes and tilted his head in confusion. Alicia spoke. "Didn't you know? Quidditch won't be held this year because of the Triwizard Tournament."

Harry's draw dropped open. They were cancelling quidditch, the one thing that kept him sane through the year, his escape from the rumors about him, the giggling fan girls, and his schoolwork. "Triwizard tournament?" he remembered reading about that somewhere. Something about three schools coming together for a bit of a competition. "But haven't people died in that? Why have they brought it back?"

Angelina shrugged. "Who knows? But I'll bet the prize will be something good. Might be worth entering."

Harry shook his head. There was no way he would enter. He had enough fame being, The-Boy-Who-Lived, the youngest seeker in a century, being awarded with special services to the school in his third and fourth years for destroying the philosopher's stone and slaying a basilisk (though few knew about those parts), and have a mass murderer after him in his fourth. Though the mass murderer ended up being his innocent godfather, few knew the truth. "This is stupid."

Angelina slung her arm around his shoulder. "Oh, you'll get by. Everyone's attention will be on the tournament, not you."

Harry pouted but let the girls lead him away through the crowd. They noticed several people from their school, all of whom stopped to say hello. They didn't find the twins, but decided to head back to their tents anyway since the match would soon start. The twins were probably back at the tent anyway. Harry departed from the girls and headed for the Weasley tent with the bags of merchandise he'd bought in his hands. Omnioculars for everyone as he knew that none of them would have any. The Weasleys weren't exactly rich and the things were pretty pricey, but Harry had way more money than he knew what to do with just in his trust vault. And once he turned seventeen there would be even more.

"Where've ya been, Harry?" he was greet by Fred after walking into the magically expanded tent. The twins were lounging back on a small couch, watching their younger brother Ron play chess against their older brother Charlie. The latter was losing horribly, missing more than half of his pieces. Their other brother Bill was snoring on the floor, getting in a nap before the match started. Quidditch matches were unpredictable and could last days before somebody caught the snitch and ended the game. Harry didn't think they would have that problem, the sky being sunny and clear of clouds, perfect conditions for finding the snitch. Percy, their other brother was talking to their father about work. Ginny, the youngest of the family and the only daughter was reading and looking incredibly bored as she did it.

"Looking for the two of you actually," Harry told them as he sat down in an empty armchair. "You ran off on me!"

"What?" George gasped. "We did no such thing, did we Fred?"

"Of course not, dear brother of mine. We would never do that!"

Harry shook his head. "Right," he muttered with a roll of his eyes. It was actually something he would expect from the two. He leaned back and watched the chess game. Ron was a master chess player. Harry had never won a single game against the younger boy, though that wasn't saying much. He was terrible at making strategies and many past experiences showed. But right now Charlie was sweating with concentration as he stared hard at the board. He moved his knight and Ron's rook smashed it immediately after. "I thought you were supposed to be good at this, Charlie."

"No, that's Bill," Charlie said, nodding over to his brother, still snoozing on the floor.

"Well if you win, I won't tell everyone about what's happening this year." Harry grinned as they all looked up at him sharply. Bill, Charlie and Percy all knew about the tournament, but had been keeping it a secret from the rest of them, despite their pleads to tell them. Harry crossed his arms behind his head and focused on the chess board, the grin still on his face. There was no way in hell that Charlie could win.

"How did you find out?" Ginny asked, putting her book to the side.

"I ran into Angelina and Alicia and they informed me."

It was only a few moments before Charlie's king threw down his sword and shook his fist at Charlie.

…..

Harry suspected that the celebrations from that night were heard all across Europe. Ireland had won the cup 170-160, after Viktor Krum from the Bulgarian team had caught the snitch, realizing that there was no way his team could have caught up to Ireland's chasers. The twins were both dancing wildly on the table (they had won their bet with Ludo Bagman about the results of the match. Harry suspected that the two had a very good chance of having gambling problems in the future) as Ron reenacted Krum catching the snitch for two of his friends, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. It looked nothing like the real thing, partly because Ron wasn't on a broom and partly because the twins had nicked some firewhiskey from some 'source' and slipped it into Ron's drink when Mr. Weasley was gone.

Harry drank deeply from his own glass of firewhiskey and closed his eyes as it burned down his throat. He heard screams in the distance and looked at the entrance to the tent with a small frown. Maybe a party got a little too wild? That's what George was thinking anyway. "Sounds like there's some party going on!" George remarked with a large grin.

At that moment Mr. Weasley rushed into the tent, a frantic look on his face. Harry jumped up from his seat, wobbling a little on his feet. Firewhiskey got you real drunk real fast and Harry was lucky that he had only drunk half a glass. "Everybody out now."

"What's going on?" Ron asked as several large bangs were heard off in the distance, followed by screams and laughter. Ron yelped and fell off the table he was standing on. Harry saw bright flashes through the darkness. Spell fire.

"No time. Ron, you Seamus and Dean stick together, Harry you go with them. Fred, George, you take Ginny. Head for the woods."

Mr. Weasley ran back out of the tent, his three eldest sons following him close behind. Harry was the next out of the tent. A large mass of wizards in dark cloaks were moving across the grounds. Some were casting fire from their wands, burning down tents and whatever else was in their path. Harry whipped out his wand, prepared to run into the battle, but remembered his orders from the Weasley patriarch. He looked at the three younger boys who each had a terrified look on their face, feeling torn. He couldn't just leave them, especially after the amount of firewhiskey the three had consumed. "Come on. Stick together."

With that said, Harry began leading the boys to the woods, his feet flying over the ground, but he remained slow enough for the boys to keep up with him. His feet, though moving fast, were slightly clumsy and he stumbled several times. Of all times to be drinking firewhiskey…

People pushed and shoved from all sides, all trying to reach the safety of the woods and making his job even harder. Their fearful cries filled his ears as people were separated from their companions and screamed the names of their missing friends and family. A part of him wished to help, but there wasn't time for him to pause. He looked over his shoulder once to see how far away the attackers were and slammed into a body. He reached out and grabbed the girl's arm before she fell and turned her to face him.

"Angelina!" he gasped, identifying her face, though partially covered with dirt. He grasped her shoulders tightly. "Where's Alicia? Was she with you?" he asked urgently, scanning the faces around them to see if he could find his friend. He looked back at Angelina. "Are you alright?"

Recognition and relief flooded through the chaser's eyes and she nodded, grabbing his arms at the elbows. "We… we got separated somehow! I don't know where she is!" she stammered. Harry nodded.

"I'm sure she'll be fine. Probably heading for the woods." He said soothingly before he looked at Ron, Dean and Seamus, thankful that they were all together, though fighting desperately to keep from being pushed around and stay on their feet. The three looked ready to leave him behind and run. Harry looked behind him again and saw that the attackers were getting closer still, the small force of wizards fighting just not being enough. Now he could see several limp bodies floating over their heads and he burned with rage. Those were the muggles in charge of the campsite. Where were the fucking aurors? Wasn't this their job? Angelina gripped his arms tighter, bringing him back to his senses and preventing him from running into the battle. He'd never once in his life seen the normally calm girl look so terrified, even when she faced hundreds of dementors with him the year before. He wanted so badly to fight, but he didn't want to leave her or the others. "Come on, we've got to get to the woods. Then we'll find the others." He said. "Follow me."

He set off again, grabbing Angelina's hand and he began pushing through the crowd and creating a path for the others so that they could get to the trees as soon as possible and away from the attackers. Someone shoved him to the side suddenly causing him to lose his grip on Angelina's hand and his companions were blocked from view. Another man shoved him farther to the side and he stumbled, falling to his knees. It was as though he was unseen, something Harry had always wanted to be, but not in this fashion. A foot crashed into his ribs and he landed on his back, clutching his side next to a burning. Someone was shouting his name, probably Angelina, but he couldn't see her and her voice was becoming more and more distant. The last thing he felt was a burst of pain in his head and his vision went dark.

…

Harry opened his eyes staring at the smoke of the burning debris from the tent next to him. All was quiet other than the crackling of flames. Harry coughed and rolled onto his back, rubbing his head where somebody's foot had connected with his skull. The rest of his body felt battered too, as though he'd been trampled by a herd of hippogriffs. He wasn't too far off really; it just hadn't been hippogriffs he'd been trampled by. His body wasn't even cooperating with him to move anymore, giving him the feeling that he'd been more than just trampled. Sighing, Harry opened his eyes, deciding to just rest for a while until somebody found him. He just hoped he was found by the right people. But as soon as he looked at the sky he had to bite back a scream.

A giant green skull floated in the dark sky, a snake twisting around it, protruding from the mouth. "What the fuck is that?" he whispered to himself. Harry tried blinking a few times to make the image go away, but it stayed. "I have to get out of here. Find the others."

The young wizard swallowed a grunt of pain as he rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself up onto his hand and knees. What the hell had happened to him to cause this amount of pain? He bit his lip as he used the remains of a fence to get onto his feet, and then he began to walk. Dust flew into the air with every step he took over the dried earth, filling his lungs and causing him to cough again.

Soon he saw figures walking through the smoke and dust. Immediately he realized that it wasn't the attackers from before, but those who were coming back to see if there was anything left of their belongings they'd brought with them. Nobody paid him much mind for once as he moved through the tide, trying to find the Weasleys, though there were several curious glances.

"Harry!" someone called his name. He followed the sound of the voice and saw Bill and Mr. Weasley pushing through the crowd, having seen him already. The rest of the family was behind them, along with Alicia, Angelina, and Angelina's parents. Harry sighed with relief seeing them all ok, but grunted with pain when Angelina flew into him, hugging him tightly. "What happened to you mate?" Bill asked. "We've been looking for you!"

"Let's go back to our tent," Mr. Johnson suggested. "It's one of the few left and it closer."

Harry nodded and let himself be helped to the tent with Angelina on one side and Charlie on the other. "I fell down at some point after I got separated from Angelina, Ron, Dean and Seamus. I think somebody kicked me in the head because I blacked out. But I don't know what else happened to me."

"You look like hell mate," Fred told him.

"Yeah, like you just rose from the dead." George added.

Harry frowned. "Thanks guys. Really."

They all entered the expanded tent and Harry sat down heavily on the couch, groaning with pain. Angelina took a seat next to him while Alicia sat on the arm of the couch to his left. The twins squeezed in between Harry and Alicia. Everyone else found seats around them either at the small breakfast table, on the floor, or in the armchair. Mrs. Johnson left to go find a healer as many of them had been called to the scene to take care of any wounded. He rubbed his head again and brought back his hand immediately after feeling something wet. It was blood from a gash near his temple.

"Shit." He muttered with raised eyebrows. He wiped the blood on his dirty shirt and shrugged. He was no stranger to blood and this wound would be healed soon enough. He looked at Mr. Weasley and asked, "Who were those people and what's that mark in the sky."

Once again he'd shown how little he really knew about the magical world. Mr. Weasley sighed and sat down in a chair across from him. Everyone else still remained on their feet, even though they had to be tired. "I'm surprised that you of all people don't know. Those were death eaters. You-know-who's followers from the last war. Why they chose tonight, I don't know. Maybe too much to drink and they got in over their head."

Harry clenched his teeth at the thought of Voldemort's followers running around like tonight, but he let it go for the moment. "And the symbol?"

"That was the dark mark, Harry," Mr. Johnson answered his time. "His mark. It was used in the last war as a sign that somebody had been killed."

"We met Draco Malfoy in the forest," Ron said with an angry scowl. Draco Malfoy, Ron's worst enemy, a little brat who called upon his rich father whenever he had a problem that needed dealing with. Harry looked at Angelina and she nodded. Ron continued, "He was just standing there, a stupid little smirk on his face, not even worried."

"He practically told us that his father was with the death eaters," Angelina said. "After that the Dark Mark went up. People started screaming and running everywhere."

"It was chaos," Fred agreed. "And not the good kind."

Harry smirked a little at the comment. "When did the ministry show up?"

"About twenty minutes after the mark was cast," Mr. Johnson said, shaking his head. Harry's smirk fell into a scowl. So the attack had gone on for over twenty minutes before Fudge had finally got off his incompetent ass and gotten sent aurors. It shouldn't have happened in the first place! Something like this could have potentially caused a war against wizarding Britain. "We don't know exactly who cast the mark, only that it was from a stolen wand in possession of Barty Crouch's house elf, Winky."

Harry's scowl deepened. "The elf was framed, wasn't she?" he asked bitterly. Angelina rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.

Mr. Johnson glanced at his daughter for a moment before nodding. "Yes, she was. Crouch fired her right there."

"It was rather terrible to watch," Alicia murmured sadly. "Poor thing practically went nuts."

"I can imagine. But people can't possibly believe it was her. I mean, house elves are insanely powerful and all, but for one to cast the dark mark…"

"Trust me, Harry," Charlie said. "Nobody believes that it was the elf."

"Well in Mr. Crouch's defense," Percy went on in a loud pompous voice that assaulted Harry's ears. "All of the evidence did—"

"Percy," Harry cut in with annoyance. Percy looked at him, eyebrows raised questioningly. "Shut up." The twins snickered and Harry heard them high-five one another.

At that moment Mrs. Johnson returned with a young, pretty mediwitch who looked slightly out of breath. She probably was very busy after all as Harry definitely wasn't the only one to be injured. Harry waited as she healed the cut on his head and then began waving her wand over him while muttering various incantations as her wand tip glowed different colors. He didn't know what any of them meant, and he didn't really care. He just took off his shirt when she asked, revealing bruises all across his chest and back along with more wounds that were healed quickly with stinging potions. There were several broken ribs which he was given a potion for. They would take a while to mend completely though, which meant no moving around too much. Finally the mediwitch sighed. "The cruciatus curse."

Several gasps filled the tent. Harry's own eyes widened slightly. He'd briefly learned about it in his fourth year with Lockhart, but there hadn't been much detail. Just a brief mentioning that it was one of the unforgivable curses and that it was meant to cause severe pain. Lockhart hadn't even given any information on them. "You're kidding," He burst out in shock, though it did explain the pain he was feeling. Angelina gripped his arm and one of the twins pat his back. "I was unconscious!"

"I can assure you, Mr. Potter, that I most certainly am not kidding and I doubt that those death eaters would have cared if you were conscious or not. There's nothing that I can do, just get plenty of rest and the pain will go away given a few days. Now, if you will excuse me, I have much work to get done. Feel better soon." Damn, she really needed to work on her bedside manners.

The healer left and he tent fell silent. Angelina wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders, trying either to comfort him or herself. "We tried looking for you, but those people were getting closer."

"You did what you should have by running." Harry told her quietly. Had she stayed to look for him there would've been a good chance of her being caught by the death eaters. It was better that it had only been him. "What happened to Dean and Seamus anyway?"

"They went back with Seamus's parents," Ron answered. "We found them passed the tree line, along with Alicia."

Harry nodded with relief. He looked back at Mr. Weasley, then at Angelina's father. There was something bothering him about what Mr. Johnson had told him. "You said the dark mark meant that somebody was killed. Who—"

"Tonight nobody was. It was probably meant to cause fear and chaos, or just some drunken idiots acting big." Mr. Johnson explained with a bitter voice.

Harry nodded in understanding and turned to Mr. Weasley. "Was the tent destroyed?"

"No, we were lucky."

Yeah, lucky, Harry thought. He rubbed his eyes under his glasses and sighed. He'd only been held under the torture curse after all and nearly trampled to death. "I need some sleep," he muttered.

"Why don't you stay here for the night?" Mrs. Johnson suggested. "I'm sure the girls don't mind sharing a bed for the night. Is that alright with you Arthur?"

Mr. Weasley nodded. "Of course. Our tent is too far away. You just get some rest, Harry, and we'll leave when morning comes."

Harry looked out the flap of the tent. Morning wasn't too far away at this point. Soon it would be getting light outside. But Harry just nodded and slowly got to his feet. "Thanks Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Johnson. I'll see you all in the morning," he added to the Weasley family. Angelina and Alicia led him into the separate room in the tent that contained two beds with the twins on either side of him, propping him upright while the rest of the Weasleys left to go to their tent. Harry collapsed onto the bed that Alicia indicated would be his for the night. His head was pounding, his scar prickling as it had been for most of the summer. What the hell did it mean though?

"See you in the morning, mate," Fred said and George clapped him on the shoulder adding, "Yeah, and good luck with these too."

Harry grinned at the two. "Get the hell outta here!"

The twins laughed and walked out, pausing to say goodnight to the girls. Harry heard them saying something about getting together with Katie in a few days as he took off his glasses. Alicia walked over and turned the light off. "Get some sleep, Harry. It won't be too long before you have to go again."

"Good night Harry," Angelina whispered before leaving the room. He could hear murmuring from the main part of the tent between Alicia, Angelina and her parents, but he couldn't pick out any words. It was probably about him though. Putting the voices out of his mind, Harry turned onto his side and fell asleep.