Authors Notes: So, this fic is branched off my previous fics I Will Be Waiting For you, Saying Goodbye and I Will Remember you. This can be read with or without reading my other fics, however keep in mind that there are some other OC pairings as well. This one focus' on Katerina Pettinato ( one of Karina's best friends in my previous trilogy) and her romantic endeavors with none other then Mr. Charm himself, Seamus Finnigan. I'm really enjoying this pair and have fun reading! And remember to Review! :D

Chapter 1

The Quidditch World Cup

"For good riddance, Katerina, would you hurry the hell up?" Iris called from up ahead, "the port key can't wait forever, you know!"

"Well, if you had the decency to help me, then maybe I'd be able to fulfill your request," I retorted, struggling with the heavy backpack slung across my shoulders. I stopped, catching my breath. If she thought I was supposed to carry this all the way up the rest of the hill at the speed of light then she was mental.

"Katerina, drop it," my oldest sister, Alicon called haughtily.

"What?" I exclaimed, "I'm not starting anything!" I couldn't believe her, now of all times to try to get me into trouble.

"The bag, you dung-brain," Alicon rolled her eyes,

"Who are you calling dung brained? I'm not the one who failed the Muggle Studies O.W.L!"

"Excuse me, but I didn't fail-,"

"Well, you didn't technically pass either…52…and you need a 65 for an acceptable,"

"It's a useless subject Katerina,"

"Exactly! It's a joke! This is exactly why it should have been a breeze to pass!"

"Well if you're so witty, try balancing 6 N.E.W.T courses on your head,"

"For your information, I'm going to balance all 12!"

"You could not handle it. You're not even in school yet!"

"But I will be. And I know that I will not be a lowly Hufflepuff like you!"

"Why you," Alicon exploded, "you think you're so smart,

Iris cut her off, "I can't believe dad decided to take you with us. I f it were up to me and Ali, you and Giovanna would be at home!"

"Well it's not up to you!" my younger sister Giovanna butted in.

"Yeah!" I agreed.

"Girls, stop this, this instant!" my father Gerald snapped, clearly sick of our bickering, "if you don't stop right now, we'll turn back and no one will be going!"

Alicon and Iris shut up, springing ahead out of earshot. Those two drove me nuts with all their incomprehensible babbling. About what really? Boys? It seemed to be all they talked about, and Giovanna and I didn't understand them one bit. What is so good about men? Immature, filthy creatures in my opinion. What good were they? I'm eleven and the ones I know still behave like they're 6. I couldn't understand my older sisters' reasoning no matter how hard I tried.

I loved when those two, Alicon and Iris were away at school. It was just me and Vanna at home, the attention of my parents finally diverted from the two of them to us. Vanna and I-we get on well most of the time. She's a year younger then me, but in all honesty, it actually doesn't annoy me one it. Well maybe sometimes, but in comparison to Alicon and Iris, she is a lot more tolerable to me then my two older sisters.

However, this year will be different. This year, I have to go with them. Of course I've heard that Hogwarts is absolutely amazing, but why do I have to go off so soon? Going to friends' houses for sleepovers scares me. I seldom ever do, and when I do go to my friend Cheyenne's house I don't do much sleeping anyway. How could my parents think that I would actually be able to handle being away from home for months at a time? I'm only eleven, too soon to be off on my own. In fact it seems to me that these 11 years of my life have flown right by, way too fast. The peace, the comforts of home; they were all being snatched away from me, so it seemed. And the thought of not having my sister around….I couldn't imagine it. I really couldn't. Vanna and I did everything together. She was more then just my sister, she was my best friend. Leaving her for so long…I felt a lump rise in the back of my throat. Who would be there for her? Who would protect her? It had always been the two of us. The memories flooded back to be. Hadn't it been I who caught her when Iris knocked her off her broomstick when we played Quidditch last summer? Wasn't it me who had stopped her from digesting the puking potion that my cousin Jack had decided to spike her pumpkin juice with? And the time when we had been in Italy, visiting my grandmother, a pack HinkyPunks nearly pulled her out into a bog. If I hadn't been there, if I hadn't managed to shoot up red sparks for Dad to find us, then she may as well have been gone.

Vanna noticed the somber expression that had fallen upon my face. She knew that my thoughts had drifted to the futuristic prospect of leaving.

"Kat, we'll be at the Cup soon!" she exclaimed, diverting my attention away from my current thoughts, "Can you believe it? The Quidditch World Cup!"

"Hardly," I answered. I was so excited. The 422nd Quidditch world cup was being held right here in Britain. Never, did I think that Britain would host the cup, but this year it was and I was beyond excited for the Ireland vs. Bulgaria game. Quidditch has been in our family for years. My grandfather had played for the Italian team in his younger days, as well as my father, and my mother had played Beater on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team when she had attended Hogwarts. It was also my best position. I nearly always took it over, while Giovanna played Keeper. It was my goal, my ambition to make the Ravenclaw team. I knew that was where I wanted to end up. Alicon was a Gryffindor. Iris was in Hufflepuff and I knew that there was no way I was horrible enough to be in Slytherin. My sisters weren't the only reason Ravenclaw house drew me. My mother for one, had been a Ravenclaw herself. Second of all, I felt like I had a lot to offer. I wasn't joking when I told Alicon I wanted to tackle all 12 O.W.L subjects. I wanted to do what she couldn't do and I knew I could.

"I'm so excited to see the Irish keeper in action!" she cried.

"And the beaters," I nodded in agreement.

"And Viktor Krum!" Giovanna exclaimed. I nodded again. The Bulgarian seeker was by far one of the most talented seekers the game of Quidditch had ever seen.

"He's pretty amazing,"

I looked ahead. We had finally reached the portkey, which was and old watering can.

"Alright, everyone gather round," my mother Marie announced, her long blonde hair overflowing her shoulders like a waterfall. Of all my sisters, I was the only one to have inherited it. Alicon, Iris and Vanna all had inherited my father's dark chestnut, almost ebony, color.

The six of us managed to squeeze around the portkey. Mum looked around, making sure everyone was accounted for.

"On the count of three," Mum said once everyone had grasped the handle.

"One, two, three!"

I felt the earth shift from underneath us.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. We were leaving Lisburn, North Ireland, suddenly spinning into what seemed to be a silver lightening storm.

"How much longer?" Giovanna moaned. We had been travelling for at least 10 minutes.

"I think I'm going to be sick!"

I glanced over and observed the greenish tinge that had filled her cheeks.

"Ew, don't hurl on me!" iris exclaimed from the other side.

"Not much longer dear," Mum replied. She looked down beneath the watering can, "alright everyone! Let go!"

Giovanna and I landed on the had ground with a thud, my back positively throbbing.

"Ow," I maoned. Vanna was worse then me, though; she looked positively sick.

"It's okay," I reassured her. I glanced around. Where on earth was everyone?

"Up here!" Mum, dad, Alicon and Irish calmly decsended from the sky. Merlin's beard. I thought. It was incredible. Mum landed next to Vanna and I.

"You've got to teach me how to land like that," I told her.

'All in good time, Katerina," She gave a good natured smaile.

"Gahhhh," Vanna groaned in agony. She wasn't feeling any better.

"Oh come now," Mum opened her backpack and fished out a flask.

"Helps with upset stomachs," She handed it to Vanna who took a sip graciously.

"Thanks Mum," she smiled, "I feel so much better already!"

"Good," Dad said, picking up Vanna's bag, "don't want to be sick for the game tonight!"

Vanna and I exchanged excited glances.

"How much farther is the campsite?" Alicon whined.

"Just over that hill,"

We clambered up over it.

"Wow," It was all I could say. Wizards were packed for miles! The Red of the Bulgrians was fierce, fighting against the sea of Emerald of the Irish. It was loud, lively and I loved it. I couldn't wait to get down there!

"Let's go!" I exclaimed, bounding down. Vanna took off after me.

"Slow down girls!" Dad called. I hardly did. I was so excited! My first World Cup!