Early in the day the Quidditch World Cup was scheduled to take place, Hermione felt something tangible in the air, and was not a bit surprised when her Dark Mark grew warm. She hadn't spoken to Tom in a few days, but she had known he had been planning something. There was chaos everywhere, and Hermione loved it. Tents caught fire, people screaming, smoke and fear in the air. It had been a long time since she had felt like this. Death Eaters in long cowled robes and bone masks caused panic to seep into the air, everyone she was with had disappeared while she was in the same spot she was in when she first caught wind of the noises, just enjoying the smell of blood in the air. But then, suddenly, it was quiet. Everyone had either disapparated or used a portkey to leave, immediately surrounded with wands pointed at her.