The Quidditch World Cup
Rosa awoke in stillness. Her entire body ached as she slowly began to regain her memory. Her eyes went wide as she conjured a reflective surface before her face. A howling scream filled the entire Ambrose mansion as she saw the red, jagged scar crossing her face.
Hazel sat on her bed within the Weasley's tent absolutely fuming. Evervine and Hermione just calmly looked at her, their bodies tense with concern, waiting for her to calm.
When she first sat up they instinctively moved to her and were both violently thrown back. It was so sudden and disorienting that it took them some time to regain themselves.
Jennie had watched helplessly and could only render aid with small healing incantations until the two regained themselves enough to use healing potions and incantations on themselves.
They both had some of Marcel's healing potion and they cast revitalization incantations on themselves. Marcel had created the potion himself. It was not swallowed or inhaled. The person opened the bottle and allowed the purple colored vapor to surround them. The vapor only surrounded the person holding the vial and it stayed around the body until healing was complete.
Jennie had watched in awe as the process unfolded before her. She could not help but think that these people were truly fascinating.
Once both were healed they waited for their friend to truly return to them.
They could not stop Harry and George in time, as they burst into the room. They both moved to Hazel without word. Harry met with a bit of resistance as he tried to move to her but George felt nothing at all and was to her side first. He embraced her and she seemed to awake from her stupor a bit.
They could both feel the anger rolling off of her. The hairs on the back of their necks rose instinctively both neither one of them hesitated to help her and bring her back to them as soon as possible.
Harry arrived and she fully awoke and looked to him. Her eyes still a bit glazed.
"Harry. I couldn't kill her, but I should have."
Tears welled up in her eyes as her ethereal voice reverberated through the tent. George pulled her into him even tighter and she cried on his shoulder as she looked to her brother. Her hand slowly extended to him and he gripped it hard.
"I allowed her to live only for her to try to kill me again in the future. You will need to help me."
All Harry could do was nod. He had never seen so much emotion run through his sister. He knew her better than he knew himself. He hated to admit it, but it was true. He understood her and forgave her almost instantly every time she did something that annoyed him.
Anger began to grow in him. His sister was too nice. She spared someone instead of killing them even when she knew they would do her harm in the future. He knew Hazel understood that Rosa would be a danger in the future even before she allowed her to live.
He would definitely help his sister in this. He looked up to see George's reflection in the mirror across from them. Their eyes met and instantly an agreement was struck between them.
In the morning everything was normal and the group of friends went to the match in relatively good spirits. George kept his arm around Hazel and Harry stayed close to her.
Mr. Weasley sensed a change in their moods but he said nothing. He knew that young witches and wizards always had their friends, cliques, and different things that occurred between them were always seen as earth shatteringly dramatic, so he thought nothing of their behavior and followed Ludo Bagman up to the top box in the stadium.
The group went to the top of the stadium, along a vibrant purple staircase, with all of them looking at everything with great interest. Hazel did not notice him when they arrived but Draco noticed her, and he noticed George's arm around her waist. His father leaned into him.
"This is a witch you would never have been able to acquire son. You do not have the drive to be able acquire or maintain her." Narcissa rolled her eyes at her husband's words.
"My son is capable of anything. Do you want this girl darling?"
Draco looked at Hazel, intently, for a long moment before he spoke. "Yes mother, I want this girl a lot."
Before Narcissa could reply all three heard whispers from behind them.
"So that is Hazel Potter? She does seem to radiate power."
"Of course she radiates power she will destroy all dimensions and bring them into one."
"That is jus an idiotic myth."
"A myth that is in every dimension except this one? Some myth."
"She has a point. Every dimension has this exact same myth."
"And the one that isolated itself does not. I think that just means that we are all susceptible to this outlandish lie."
The woman sighed but remained silent
Narcissa and Lucius shared a look and both sat in silence with their own thoughts.
The group of friends also heard the whispers. Minerva looked back sharply and they all stopped. Hazel pursed her lips but said nothing. Her mother had always been over protective.
The pregame show began and Harry sat with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape.
Evervine and Marcel both had smiles on their faces as they watched the Veela and then the leprechauns.
The Veela were sensual and even as they performed they moved to Hazel and bowed respectfully one by one. The leprechauns showered her with extra gold pieces and two large gems: one red and the other blue.
She looked to Harry. "We can go to Gringots tomorrow and put this into our account." He just looked at her blankly as Evervine looked at her expectantly. Hazel smiled.
"You can come along. They won't mind."
As the game progressed the Veela and Leprechauns continued to excite the crowd and pay respect to Hazel.
Ron looked at her curiously. "Why do they keep doing that? It is like you are their ruler,"
Hazel shrugged. In a way I am. "They are beings of spirit realms. I technically control all realms."
She said it in such a nonchalant way that everyone around her was stunned for a long moment.