Harry looked up at the skull and snake in the sky and as he did, a piercing pain shot through his scar. Draco let go as Harry's hand shot up to his scar.
"Oh God! Harry, are you alright?!"
Before he could answer, there was a loud shout of "Stupefry!". The four shot to the ground clinging onto each other as multiple wands went off and the spells met in the middle, where the group had been standing.
"Stop!" Mr. Weasley shouted as he ran over. "That's my son! Ron, Harry, Hermoine, Draco, are you alright?!
"We came back for Harry." Hermoine exclaimed.
"Which of you conjured it?!" a weird looking man asked, pointing his wand at the group. As soon as they had stood up again, Draco pulled Harry close again, once again holding onto his waist
"Crouch, you can't possibly think- "Mr. Weasley began to protest, but he was cut off.
"Do not lie! You've been discovered at the scene of the crime." 'Crouch' accused, waving his wand at the group.
"Crime?" Harry asked.
"Barty! They're just kids!" Mr. Weasley protested again.
"What crime?" Harry asked again.
"It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's his mark." Explained Hermoine, motioning to the bright skull in the sky.
"What? Voldemort?" Harry asked. "Those people tonight, in the masks, they're his too, aren't they? His followers."
Mr. Weasley nodded. "Yeah. Death Eaters." And he glanced over at 'Barty'.
At the mention of all this, Draco stiffened, and pulled Harry in closer, once again tightening his grip on his waist. Harry looked up at Draco, who looked back at him.
"Follow me." Barty said suddenly to the witches and wizards with him.
Harry stepped forward, out of Draco's arms. "There was a man, before. There!" and he pointed to where the strange man had been.
"All of you! This way!" Barty ordered, heading in the direction Harry had pointed.
"A man, Harry? Who?" Mr. Weasley asked, as Harry went back over to Draco.
"I don't know. I didn't see his face." Harry replied.
They all turned to look back at the giant Dark Mark in the sky.
[later, on the Hogwarts Express]
Hermoine was in one corner of the compartment, reading the newspaper article about the World Cup, Ron in another corner, reading a book and nearly falling asleep and Harry and Draco were in another corner.
"Did your father really not say anything when you got back? He didn't see you at all?"
"No. If he did, he isn't saying anything about it. But he was probably too caught up trying to belittle Mr. Weasley and impressing the Minister of Magic." Draco said rolling his eyes.
"Anything from the trolley?" a voice suddenly rang through the hall of the train.
Ron snapped awake and dug through his pockets.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?" the woman asked.
"Packet of Drooble's, and a Liquorice Wand." Ron said, standing up.
The woman handed him the Drooble's.
"On second thought, maybe just the Drooble's" Ron said, handing her the money as Harry walked up behind him.
"It's alright, I'll get it, don't worry." Harry offered.
"Just the Drooble's. Thanks." Ron told the woman defensively.
"Anything sweet for you, dear?" The woman with the trolley asked Harry.
"Oh no, I'm not hungry. Thank you." He replied quickly and returned to his seat beside Draco.