As Harry James Potter
Comes Flying Privileges
As Harry James Potter, comes flying privileges and Harry Potter quickly figured this out. Not only was he acknowledged throughout the entire wizarding world, given invitations to nearly any magic event possible, and sponsored by basically every magical company in the entire of wizarding Britain but he also had the girl of his dreams; Ginerva Weasley and that was something.
Aside from the occasional funeral and the farewelling of some of the most amazing witches and wizards, life after Hogwarts was a breeze, thus he was excited. He had a direct pass through the tests and examinations in the Auror department, more then a few hundred galleons, his very own seat in the Wizengamot, hundreds of old family heirlooms and an invitation to tour Britain and its surroundings.
Now, however, Harry was walking down an alleyway with twenty odd wizards towards a small, brown pencil-case that lay on the aging cobblestone walkway.
They were to catch a portkey to a remote wizarding settlement in the middle of Australia, and set up a similar tent they had used the previous year, and settle in to watch the opening match of the Quidditch World Cup.
"Stand around here everyone," A wizard with thick, orange hair smiled and gestured towards the pencil case. Arthur plucked the stationary from the cobblestone and held it high enough for everyone to reach.
"Yes, Arthur we know," A familiar voice cried in embarrassment and placed his hand on the case. Ron was laughing aloud with Hermione about something and was about to well up in tears
"You will call me dad, Ronald," Arthur replied sternly. The portkey was shimmering in Harry's hands and was obviously about to release "Steady, here we go,"
Harry felt the familiar twisting sensation, his body squeezing through a long, thin tube. His layers of clothing immediately began to feel hot, a burning feeling coming on. He could feel George and Ginny's body whaling as well; so as to ease the heat he bit down on his tongue and made his legs feel stern and rigid.
The gang of twenty or so, landed abruptly on dirt and gravel, Harry landing upright for his fist time. The scenery was warm and fuzzy, hundreds of witches and wizards walking down a narrow pathway, an endless expanse of orange rock lay in both directions.
"Now are we all here, Arthur?" A short, plump witch in large red glasses asked. She was deteriorating slightly, and hadn't yet recovered from the war.
"Of course, Molly we're all here," Another voice smiled. She was wearing a long black cardigan that matched her fading, grey hair. Andromeda was also holding Teddy who was distraught yet excited from their little adventure. "Except, Fred…" She trailed off.
All of the Weasley family was walking down the road together. Harry, Hermione, Andromeda and Teddy joined them at the rear whilst a most beautiful witch held hands with Bill, dressed in a white skirt, and a shirt decorated with dozens of blood red roses.
"Harry," Ginny smiled from in front of him. She was prancing along with George and her mother and was looking as happy as she had been for weeks now. "Our house is looking great, huh?"
She was winking at Harry, George walking with the two of them eying him suspiciously. "That feral, thinks is rather garbage," Ginny brought up and George nodded eyebrows still raised.
"I suppose, 12 Grimmauld Place looks as good as it has been for years, especially now with two of your siblings and Hermione living in it," Harry added with caution.
George still suspicious of his lying, they continued down the road and reached a small mound where over the horizon a colossal, red nest made of the most beautiful timber stood. Wizards and witches here split up, walking left and right in large packs to find a place to set up camp. They walked up a further few hundred metres and found a place right at the edge of the stadium to blow up the tent.
"Okay everyone, we have the entrance tent here," Arthur indicated standing with a large folded up suitcase in his hand. "We will have four bedrooms off from the main entrance,"
From they're everyone started screaming and arguing and eventually, a tall, black figure came up to them just as they'd settled the sleeping arrangements. "How is everyone?" The wizard asked in his normal friendly voice.
Kingsley Shacklebolt was the new Minister of Magic, a most admired choice by the wizarding Britain and came to the Quidditch World Cup, as representative from Britain.
"Fabulous," Molly claimed and walked out from the entrance tent, towards the stadium, in conversation with Shacklebolt; furiously talking.
The sleeping arrangements were to disappoint Harry and Ginny. The quartet-of-heroes were to sleep in the first bedroom accompanied with George, sleeping in rather uncomfortable bunked-beds. Mr and Mrs Weasley were to sleep with Andromeda and her raised son. Fleur and Bill got a whole room to themselves and that left Percy and Bill sharing another smaller bedroom to themselves. "Settled," Arthur exclaimed.
Once they unpacked their trunks, and grabbed lunch, which consisted of a sandwich with thick, sticky, black paste that tasted rather average, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione accompanied George across to the large timber stadium for the afternoon.
They helped George set up a small red and orange stall in the commercial walkway inside the stadium. This was where the food, novelties and figurines were sold that supported the Quidditch World Cup. He was to promote several of his original Weasley Wizard Wheezes products and had developed a new Aussie Ozoniser, a sweet that refreshed your mouth with a quick blast of flavoured air.
The stadium was absolutely marvellous, with seats across every side of the pitch rather then on one straight of the pitch like the previous World Cup. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione had received limited edition tickets, up in a butterbeer sponsor box, with Luna and Neville being dragged up there as well.
Australian decorations were hung up around the entire pitch, red and white checker patterned flags with blag kangaroos in the centre were also prominent. "Their other national pitch was too small," An older wizard had told them as they walked back to their tent for tea. "Regardless, it's gonna be great!"
Ron had bought the five of them a handheld guide to the coming matches, complete with betting odds and a draw with all the coming matches. "Are we gonna go to all of them?" Ron asked curious. The five of them were already exhausted and couldn't wait to get back to the campsite.
"We might as well," Ginny spoke up excited. "Well at least we'll watch the Britain, and Australian matches,"
They returned back to the camp and settled into have an Italian pasta dish for tea. Dinner was filled with another round of exhausting arguing, on who would be titled the winner of this years Cup.
"You guys understand we'll be here for over a month," Arthur laughed dryly as Charlie began his speech on how Ireland was going to shine this year. It seemed the entire Weasley family would be supporting English and Irish teams this year.
Ron was laughing at the end of his brother's speech and began the Bulgarian national anthem. "Ronald, just because you are of age, doesn't mean you are allowed to become drunk!" Mrs Weasley shouted over his singing and caught Hermione mouthing words to her out of the corner of her eye.
"'Arry who 'ze you supporting?" Fleur asked. She was becoming more and more friendly with the Weasley family and often came up to their house with her husband for visits. It was now only Charlie and George that stayed the night with the Molly and Arthur and that was only if they were in town.
Harry jumped from his seat to Ron's pocket and plucked the handbook into his hands. He flipped through the book and found the page he was after. "This one. Not sure how to pronounce it but they seem cool enough," He gestured towards the heading that read 'Mauritius'.
Andromeda smiled and Harry. "Nice pick, us two are betting on them as well," Gesturing towards Teddy whose hair was matching Charlie's.
The night flew by, the five of them going to bed after listening to some jazz in the entrance tent. They were to wake to the sound of trumpets Bill got for his birthday and prepare for the first match that would ironically start at lunchtime, the first match of the Quidditch World Cup.
