Voldemort has risen to power once more. Though no matter how hard The Order of the Phoenix is trying to stop the war, the Death Eaters always seemed to be a step ahead. As far as Honora could see, it was going to stay that way. While juggling her ex...
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The Quidditch Cup was magnificent to say the least, thousands of witches and wizards gathered in one spot to watch the event. The Malfoy's had settled in a tent that seemed exceptionally big on the outside but even larger on the inside. Three stories tall with four bedrooms, king sized beds, a full kitchen, living room, fireplace and even a balcony from the top bedroom, invisible to the outside. Honora's mouth gaped open as she entered the tent—it was larger than her aunt Andromeda's home.
"Come on Honora." Narcissa grazed her back gently guiding her to the first floor bedrooms that belonged to her and her cousin Draco.
"This is amazing, thank you ma'am."
"No need to call me ma'am, I'm still your aunt dear. Now please, get dressed. Lucius and Draco are waiting at the stadium with the minister–and I know you've been in America for quite some time but please stop speaking in that ridiculous broken accent."
She smiled slightly with an awkward silence and left the room leaving her to herself. Honora smiled to herself and fell back onto the comfy bed and sighed. She'd rarely seen her immediate family but when they invited her it always was a treat. Not because of her family themselves, they weren't exactly a kind group of people. However, they certainly lived in more luxury than others.
She never fully understood the reason why the Malfoy's wouldn't let her live with them. She figured they were embarrassed to have her around, in fact their number one rule was that she never tell anyone her name. That she'd go by Ferra Crabbe instead, a cousin of Malfoy's closest friend from school. Honora was sure this was because of her mother, Bellatrix Lestrange.
Andromeda had never entertained the stories about Bellatrix to her, saying that she'd find out when she was old enough. Yet there wasn't much information about the war in the Ilvermony libraries. It hadn't effected the American magical community nearly as much as their U.K. counterparts. However, Andromea had secretly been part of The Order of the Phoenix. A group of witches and wizards who fought against Voldemort and his followers. Over the years she had met many of them who were shocked for one that Honora existed but always seemed to bring up how horrendous her mother actually was. After being lost in her thoughts for a little while, Honora shook her head and jumped to her feet, changing into a white sundress with white dress robes to match.
"Come on. We're late, the match is about to begin."
The pair started toward the stadium, weaving through the many tents that cluttered the grounds. Honora was amazed as to how many tents there were, they seemed to stretch for miles on end in each direction. The stadium itself was enormous, seated one hundred thousand in total and it seemed to be filled with just that.
"We're in the top box, with the minister of course–Ah there's Draco." Narcissa must've spotted his platinum blonde hair in the crowd of people as she took her arm and dragged her through them.
