Chapter 7
Zeta had always been a fast learner, and mastering the art of apparition was no exception. She stood at the entrance to the Quidditch World Cup, her black and gold outfit, made from her master's slime, fitting her like a second skin. The perfect combination of comfort and stealth.
She had arrived early, choosing not to enter immediately. Instead, she waited patiently, scanning the area for the Weasley family and Harry Potter. After some time, she saw them approaching from over a small hill. They were accompanied by a brunette witch, whom Zeta deduced must be Hermione Granger. It amazed her how easily one could gather information about anyone in this world.
Zeta had no trouble obtaining a ticket. She had quietly stolen one from another attendee, causing a small commotion when the person realized their ticket was missing. She passed through the World Cup wards without issue and followed the Weasleys and their friends to their tent. After memorizing its location, she set up her own tent nearby, cleverly hidden among others.
The next morning, Zeta woke up early and prepared for the day's events. She knew a battle was imminent. The night before, she had caught and interrogated a Death Eater, using her recently learned mind arts to extract information. The Death Eater's weak Occlumency shields had made it easy for her to delve into his mind. She had learned about the planned attack and prepared accordingly, forming a protective vest underneath her clothes.
The atmosphere around the stadium was electric as fans eagerly anticipated the match. Zeta made her way to her seat in the top box, quietly observing the excitement and fervor of the crowd. Her seat was advantageous, as Harry Potter and his friends were also in the top box.
As she entered, she noticed the male occupants immediately turning to stare at her, their gazes lingering on her body. Annoyance flickered through her. The only person who could ever have her was her master. She subtly released a magic shockwave, stunning and slightly hurting the men around her. The sudden pain snapped them out of their trance.
She took her seat next to Harry Potter, who quickly looked away, shy and uncertain. Throughout most of the match, Zeta ignored Harry and his friends, focusing instead on the game and her surroundings. Her senses remained sharp, constantly scanning for any signs of the impending attack.
As the match drew to a close and people began to leave, Zeta finally turned to Harry. "Do you think Voldemort is back?" she asked, her voice calm and steady.
The question caught Harry off guard. He glanced at Hermione and Ron, both of whom looked confused and concerned. "I think so," Harry replied, his voice uncertain but firm.
Zeta nodded. "You should leave now. Later could become quite problematic."
Her cryptic warning made Hermione even more suspicious. Zeta could see the wheels turning in her mind. Without waiting for a response, Zeta stood and exited the top box. The trio followed her moments later, but by the time they reached the corridor, Zeta was already gone.
"Who was that?" Hermione asked, frustration and curiosity mixing in her voice.
Ron scratched his head. "I bumped into her once while shopping. Mum said she was a dark witch because of her purple eyes."
"She could be dangerous," Hermione said, her eyes narrowing.
They returned to their tent, the uneasy feeling lingering. It wasn't long before the screams started. Death Eaters were attacking.