"Why are we so high up?" Finley wonders as they ascended to the upper most levels of the stadium, she could clearly see the hoops below. They were seeing the game in the bird's eye view, not the best view since the players would be looking small. But it was one of the best since she was high enough to see what was going on and observe formations.
Would've been a great view if only Sebastian and Mirelle were with them at the top, but unfortunately they had to prepare Sebastian to go back to France after the game. So technically Sebastian was going to miss the first few minutes of the game.
"How high up are we dad?" Ron asked watching the sky above. Arthur Weasley chuckles at his son, patting his son's shoulder and shaking him slightly.
"Look at it this way, if it rains. You'll be first to know," this made Finley laugh as she looked down on the field.
Players were already warming up, and the amount of people below just blows her mind at the cheers. She clutches her jacket tightly on one hand and the other she keeps her Irish shirt on, around her neck was the Bulgarian team scarf, and she looked completely mental at the moment. At least that was what Blaise told her when she met her friends at the stadium entrances, nearly smothered by Missus Zabini asking for more time before she left for France. Theo was another story, he nearly grabbed hold of the Irish shirt and tore it apart if it wasn't for Blaise who pulled her behind him. Now Theo Nott was mental. And Sebastian might murder him for tearing up an exclusive shirt he lent Finley as a sign of friendship.
She glances towards Harry who was as amazed as she was, the twins were taking in bets from their siblings, Hermione and Ginny chatted amongst themselves. Her hands met the cold bar that protected them from falling off the stadium, looking down below. And to her amusement, not really, she saw Draco Malfoy with his father walking up from below them.
"Well hello there Evans," the blond bloke greeted her. She rolled her eyes, perching her elbow in the rail to support her head giving him an unamused look.
"Reckon that you're here to watch the game?"
"Reckon that you are as well?"
Both just gave each other looks of which they can only dissect what it meant. It wasn't really a known fact to everyone even in the Slytherin common room that the Slytherin faery was leaving, the rampage Flint went on in the locker room was a hint that they did not get. It was not only Finley was kicked off the team because the head of house said so, it was also because it was his last year at Hogwarts and winning by defult on your last year of captaincy was disgraceful. But above all, Draco was the least pleased with the decision their head of house made. It was unfair to everyone really, added the fact that the gloomy Professor just sentenced the girl to be apart from her brother the moment she found out she was a Potter, it placed the cherry on top. During this Blaise and Theo almost owled their parents to transfer if they couldn't convince the professor, thankfully they weren't that stupid.
"So you will be leaving after the game?" Draco looked up towards her even if they were surrounded with rowdy quidditch fans, she was still able to hear him.
"Yup," she responded popping the p in the end, she wasn't the least bit excited to leave for Beauxbatons either. Thankfully she was allowed to say her goodbyes, the saddest goodbye she had was with Draco, and that was spent in their favourite place in the castle. That night was already the one of her most favourite memories within the vanishing room.
Even if she didn't get her brain to stop repeating the stupid heat of the moment of hers.
"You will owl me won't you?" She asked hopefully.
Harry and the other haven't noticed her talking to Draco yet, hopefully thy wouldn't know right away.
Draco held out a familiar green ribbon that was wrapped around his wrist, remembering how she gave it to him on their train back to England for the summer. It could be easily missed if he doesn't raise his arm when the sleeves draw back. "I will."
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" She hoped too soon, she glanced at Ron who wasn't the slightest bit happy to see the blond Slytherin boy.
The genuine grin that Draco had for Finley was soon exchanged with a smirk that wanted her to smack away, Draco was now in prat mode. Behind him came his father, Lucius Malfoy sporting a similar prat like expression on his face that looked rather hideous than his son.
"Good lord Arthur, what did you sell to get seats on the top box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much," the platinum blond man has exclaimed with a mock shock in his voice.
Finley didn't like how this man was treating the man who stood as a father to Harry, she also didn't like the things that he was teaching Draco. "Now Mr Malfoy, I believe we don't need your pettiness and jealousy for a big family in these parts," Finley found herself butting in.
The man glared at her which has not fazed her the slightest, she met things far worst than him the years before, she came face to face with a basilisk even if she was petrified, a Dementor went in their train compartment at the start of the year, she faced a werewolf. This man was a twig in her body full of nightmare-ish swords on her back, he didn't intimidate her the slightest.
"Father got us the best seats in the stadium, in the Minister's box!" Draco boasted trying to divert the attention to him from Finley who was now glaring daggers at his father. Hearing time and time again that he was to stay away from her after finding out that she was a Potter, how his father knew this, he would never know. At least his mother didn't mind him being friends with her, not making it known to his father that is.
He felt a cane to his stomach, causing him to wince. 'Bloody hell the cane was terrible,' he thought still holding the place where his father's cane flew.
"Draco don't boast to the... unfortunate," his father said with a sly smirk to the group above. Much to his disagreement, he still smirked as well, he looks up at the family above and they were glaring at him. All except Finley who only had a look of sympathy.
"Good bye then Lucius," Mr Weasley had huffed motioning them to sit down on the seats.
With one last look, Draco gave Finley a small smile that was barely a smile, but it was enough for Finley to send a wink at his way as she secured her Bulgarian scarf around her neck.
The game began.
"I have to say, Viktor Krum is good," Finley found herself admiring the Bulgarian seeker. Now out of the Irish shirt, tossing it to Sebastian who never stopped and erased the shit eating grin on his face, and Bulgarian scarf, she stood next to Harry who was leaning against a pole.
"I told you! He isn't just a seeker! He's an artist," Ron dreamily said. The twins who were still painted in Irish colours flocked around him like vultures.
"And a seventh year at Durmstrang," Sebastian whispers to Finley as he too leaned on a pole, it wasn't enough for Harry to hear it himself.
"Really?" Finley gasped at the information. Sebastian nodding at her, "Headmaster loves him like a son, you can never have the fifty year old wines like he does," Sebastian sighs.
"You have a crush Ron," Ginny mused as she took a green Irish scarf and waved it at her brother, "I think you're in love Ron!"
"Viktor I love you!" Fred started placing an arm around Ron.
"Viktor I do!" Piped in George.
"When we're apart my heart only beats for you!" Finley, Harry and Sebastian sang in as well and started laughing. The night was enjoyable with Irish winning, Finley swore that she heard Theo's wails in the crowd, not that she was for sure it was him. Yes she was.
The noise outside the tent grew louder, "The Irish are having a blast now aren't they," George mused as he stopped flapping his feathered scarf.
The noise wasn't cheerful at all and it alarmed Finley making her rush towards the the tent's entrance taking out her wand. Instead of the chance to see what was going on Mirelle Thorns emerged inside with a pale face.
"Ms. Thorns? What's wrong?" She asked.
"Are the Irish partying?"
"It wasn't the Irish," Arthur Weasley began as he too went inside the tent looking alarmed and pale. Bill and Charlie were stoic and alert as the peeked in the tent, Mirelle held on to Finley's arms, giving Sebastian a stern look.
"Go get your bags both of you, and don't stray from the group okay?"
Baffled, Finley barely said a word that the woman went back out the tent with Bill and Charlie behind her. "Wait!—"
"Fred! George! You're in charge of you sister. Ron, Harry, and Sebastian don't leave the girls anywhere, stick together, we're getting out of here."
It was too fast that Harry was already pulling her out the tent, their wand out, bags abandoned and all that.
Before anyone else could say anything, they heard a blood curdling scream, and it was someone that Finley knew. "Mirelle!"
"Finley—"
She didn't hear or see who called for her as she frantically scanned the area to find Ms. Thorns and spotted her backing up without a wand. No Bill, nor Charlie in sight. It was utter chaos as wizards in cloaks were attacking muggles and it terrifies her.
In impulse she ran towards her, as soon she was a couple of feet away she thought of a proper spell with haste. "Petrificus Totalus!"
The hooded figure was body binded, Mirelle snapped her gaze towards the spell caster and saw Finley running towards her. "Goodness Gracious, what are you doing here Finley! I thought I told you to go!"
"I heard you scream, where's your wand!" The young girl yelled as she checked for injuries on the person Finley found most dear to her.
"Severus is going to kill me if he finds out that you're here!" She scolded hugging the girl tight.
In truth with Finley kicked out from Cokeworth, she doubted that. It didn't matter as they were in the middle of an attack.
"That doesn't matter, Accio Wand!" And in instant Mirelle's wand was in Finley's hand and gave it to its owner.
"Stick with me! I'll get us back to the Weasleys."
The young witch nodded as the older witch pulled her towards the group of Weasleys. They fired counters spells and charms left and right, but then Mirelle accidentally lost Finley in a ranging crowd of muggles in panic. Frantically searching for Mirelle, Finley stopped as she heard a man yell a spell.
She didn't see who that man was but it did make every single one of the dark hooded people run into the forest to disapperate. She stared at the image in the sky and she was both hypnotised and scared, and seeing black.
"Finley!" Charlie Weasley yelled as he saw the young girl fall to the ground unconscious. Thankfully he was only a few feet away, she was pale and cold assuming that she went into a shock. He brought her towards the Weasley's tents and there stood a frantic Mirelle Thorns who was being held back by Arthur.
"No! I have to find her! Let me go Arthur!"
"The boys are looking for her Thorns, you need to treat your wounds!"
"Forget my bloody injuries! She's more important than me!" The woman screamed as Arthur couldn't help but cast an immobulus charm on his colleague.
"Arthur! How dare you!" The woman screamed as she proceeded to curse in French. She started turning red and then crying not until she saw a young man carrying Finley in his arms. "Finley!"
Arthur looked towards the direction Thorns was looking at and saw Charlie Weasley with the girl. "Relashio."
As soon as the charm was off, she ran up to the redhead man and cried as she hugged the young girl in her arms. "Ma douce fille, what happened to you," she cried.
"She fainted when she saw the that thing," Charlie explained. He glanced at Mirelle who was cradling the girl in her arms.
"Bring her inside son, I'm going to look for your siblings and Harry and Hermione."
Charlie nodded as he took Finley from Mirelle and carrying the young girl inside, Mirelle immediately got out some potions and remedies incase Finn was injured. She frantically whipped the girl's face with a warm towel while crying.
"Annie you're injured," Charlie pointed out holding the woman's shoulder. "You fix yourself for now, Finn wouldn't want to see you injured while tending to her. I'll handle it from here," he said as he got out his wand.
"She needs to be tended first Charles! I can't lose her, I—"
"I'll handle this Annie," Charlie assured patting his hand on Mirelle's hand that was shaking in panic. Without a room for argument Mirelle Thorns nodded as she left the tent.
"Is she alright?" Harry entered in a panic along with Ron and Hermione.
"She'll be fine, she just fainted."
"Charlie dad is looking for you."
The older Weasley in the room nodded, standing up and leaving the tent but not after instructing the trio about keeping an eye on Finn.
"Who do you think did that Harry?"
"I don't know, but whoever it is, is clearly saying that Voldemort is back."
Hermione sighed as she held her best friend's hand with worry plastered on her face. This wasn't how they all planned to see Finley off.
The next day they all went back home once the Ministry allowed it, Finley was on George's back while Fred had her things. Harry, Hermione, and Ron on the other hand had their own discussion on the incident that they tried to keep from Mr. Weasley. Sebastian would've went back with but them, but Mirelle insisted that he went back with her first to go back to France straight away before he leaves for Durmstrang shortly after. Even he didn't want leave just yet, but with his big sister shaken up and almost lost him and Finley in the ambush, who was he to resist her request for him to go home?
When they arrived at the Burrow, Molly Weasley ran to her sons hugging and kissing them on both their cheeks crying. Muttering about a fight and their OWLs scores and how ashamed she was for uttering such words to her boys.
But once she saw Finley on George's back all hell broke loose, she yelled at them again to hurry up and take Finley in the house and call for a doctor. Coincidentally Mirelle Thorns had already flooed back into the burrow with a doctor from St Mungos.
"Don't worry, she's just fatigued and shocked. She experienced vertigo from the port key but it will be alright as soon as she gets enough rest," the Healer said packing his wand and things.
"If you want Mirelle, you can take her to St Mungos a day before your leave to France for a check up, just so I can give you medication incase this happens again."
"Yes, thank you," Mirelle breathed thanking the healer as he left he Weasley residence. After a few hours, Finley woke up crying that worried Harry since he was the one with her at the time. Finley made him promise not to tell anyone what he saw and he did so.
"This sucks that I don't get to spend extra time with you," Finley said as she was looking towards her only brother, Harry, in King's cross station with Mirelle Thorns.
Beauxbatons had to start early, she didn't have a choice but to go ahead, Hogwarts doesn't start until the next month.
Harry grinned, giving her one last hug. "I am going to miss you Finn," he said burying his face on her shoulder as he was taller than her in a sense.
"I wished I didn't have to leave," Finley mumbles on her brother's shoulder, missing his hugs she's grown to love. She still didn't want to leave, and yet here they were in front of a train going to France. The saddest part was that she didn't know a lot of people there so for the majority of the school year she was going to walk to her classes friendless.
As it was time to board, Mirelle tapped her shoulder, releasing each other from the hug, she glanced towards Harry who gave her a sad smile.
"Owl me Potter!" She said pointing at him as she got her small bag on hand.
"I expect a reply as well Potter!" Harry grinned at Finley who had a shit eating smirk on her face as she boarded the train with Mirelle behind her.
"I love you Harry," she mouthed to her dear brother.
"I love you too Finn."