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Return to the Barbaric World

Chapter 1: The Visit

Harry Potter and Sirius Black were being driven to the local airport in a limousine. "Are you excited, Prongslet?" Sirius asked with a little excitation.

"I sure am, Sirius." Harry answered. "I haven't seen my cousin ever since we escaped England and the people who kept you in prison for almost ten years before you were allowed a trial."

"And Dudley couldn't have picked a better summer to come." Sirius commented. "America's hosting the Quidditch World Cup!"

"I don't think he cares much about Quidditch, Sirius." Harry replied. "He'd rather watch the finals of FIFA World Cup."

"Honestly, I see no fun in sports where people don't fly and there's a set time to end." Sirius said. "Then again, the Statute of Secrecy doesn't let most muggles learn what they're missing. As a muggle with a magical cousin, Dudley can learn about Quidditch."

"Even then he might prefer Football." Harry argued. "I do."

"Harry!" Sirius was mock scandalized. "No child of James Potter can like any sport more then he likes Quidditch."

"And no child of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black can be a Light Wizard." Harry replied.

After a few laughs, Harry and Sirius arrived at the airport and waited for Dudley's plane to arrive. "Care for some soda, Prongslet?" Sirius asked.

"Thanks, Sirius." Harry replied. After he finished a soda can, he and Sirius heard the following announcement: "Flight 103 from London, England arriving at gate 48. Repeating: flight 103 from London, England arriving at gate 48". Harry and Sirius went to that gate to wait for Dudley. They didn't have to wait for much time. "Harry!"

"Dudley!"

"You had a growth spurt, cousin!" Dudley commented.

"And you seem to have lost some weight, Dudley." Harry commented in reply.

"The school nurse at Smeltings recommended me some exercises and I took upon boxing." Dudley explained.

"Are you boxing your food, Dudley?" Sirius asked in mockery. "I don't think there are enough boxes in the world."

After that funny (on Sirius' opinion at least) joke, they went back to Sirius' home. "Ready to watch your first Quidditch World Cup Finals, Dudley?" Sirius excitedly asked.

"Actually, I'm more interested in seeing who wins the FIFA World Cup this time." Dudley replied, prompting Harry to whisper 'told you'. "I believe Brazil will win. Mum says Italy. Dad's too upset about England being out to care about who wins."

"I bet Football will be completely out of your mind once you watch an exciting Quidditch game." Sirius dared.

"But how will Dudley be able to watch the game?" Harry asked. "Won't the place be warded with a muggle-repellant?"

"The magical government can provide Dudley with a locket that'll protect him from muggle repellants, Prongslet." Sirius explained.

A few weeks later, the three of them were at Quidditch grounds fixing their tent. "Uncle Sirius, I must admit, this tailgating is better than what I expected from muggle games."

"Tail… what?" Sirius asked in confusion.

"It's how muggles call the spectators' gathering from before the games." Harry explained.

"Fancy seeing you here, Sirius." They heard someone commenting. It was Albus Dumbledore.

"Are you also here for the Quidditch or you missed us, Headmaster?" Sirius asked in amusement.

"Both, actually, Sirius." Dumbledore replied. "After all those years, I expect you already let enough go of your anger to return to England or at least send Harry back to Hogwarts."

"Harry already has friends in America and I can't just force him away from that." Sirius explained.

"Sirius, we need Harry to fulfill the prophecy and defeat Voldemort for good." Dumbledore pleaded.

"That stupid prophecy is only important because Voldemort took it seriously." Sirius argued. "You should be less focused on getting Harry back and more focused on preventing Voldemort from returning to full power. Now, if you don't mind, my godson, his cousin and I have a Quidditch game to watch.

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