Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J. K

Warning: Language, bit of blood,

Chapter Two;

Harry was practically vibrating the morning of the world cup, it was like he was on a sugar high, he dressed muggle as they would be staying on a muggle camping sight. They had a portkey just for them because both Harry and Sirius were considered V.I.P's as the ministry were doing anything and everything they could to please them. Harry ran down the many stairs to breakfast where he wolfed down his food, he went to run off again but was stopped when Remus caught him around the waste and sat him down.

"Calm down cub the portkey isn't due for another half an hour and Sharpie has packed your stuff already."

"Sorry Moony, I'm just excited."

"I know now take a deep breath and go wake your lazy godfather up." Harry complied and with a grin he made his way up to Sirius' room, he poked his head in the door and with a flick of his wand he drop ice cold water on the sleeping man. Sirius awoke with a yell and Harry ran for his life laughing his head off as he went, he went straight back to the dining room to hide behind Remus.

"Harry James Potter-Black you wait until I get my hands on you." Remus raised his eyebrows at the teen who grinned; Sirius came stomping down the stairs grumbling.

"Why would you do that?" The animagus demanded falling in to his chair and blindly grabbing food, Harry gave him his best innocent look which was pretty good.

"I don't know what you mean Siri."

"Don't give me that look! That was a cruel way to wake me up."

"Well if you didn't get up you would have missed the portkey." Harry said with a grin. They got in position for the portkey with their stuff shrunk in their pockets and the house elves had even packed them food, Harry had never travelled by portkey before so he didn't know what to expect. At exactly 9:04, Harry felt like he was being hooked at the navel as he vanished in a swirl of colours, next thing he knew his feet were slamming in to the ground and he only kept his balance by grabbing Remus' arm.

"Next time we can apperate." Harry mumbled and Sirius laughed, Harry didn't like side-along apperation, but it was decidedly much better than the portkey.

"9:04 special portkey," A wizard called out.

"Yeah thanks,"

"Just go through those trees where you'll see a man names Roberts." Sirius led them to a man who was stood by a kissing gate.

"Are you Mr Roberts?"

"Aye that's me." The man answered.

"I booked a place under Black."

"That's right, you're next to the woods right at the end."

"Thanks," Sirius handed over the cash, he was good with muggle things, when he was younger he had learned about as much muggle stuff as he could to spite his parents. The walked through the campsite and Harry was fascinated by the number of witches and wizards around from all corners of the world, it was amazing to see and on his way through he spotted a few of his school mates who he called hello to. They finally got to their plot where Siri flicked his wand and threw up the tent, it looked like an ordinary 2 man tent but on the inside it was huge. The tent was decorated grandly just like anything Black, Harry ran inside to check out the rooms.

"Dibs the green room," He yelled from somewhere inside.

"Ok pup now come out so we can go and find the Weasley's."

"2 seconds," Harry came dashing out of his room flushed heading straight for the door. "Well come on then." Remus chuckled at his antics and followed the excited teen out, it didn't take long to find the large group of red heads a few tents down and the adults sent the trio to gather water. Harry, Ron and Hermione stopped to see a lot of their friends, Seamus Finnegan took them over to introduce them to his mother where they found the Irish camp. It was like walking in to a green room, everything was covered in moss and decorated in shamrocks, they assured the woman that they would be supporting Ireland and went on their way. When they reached the water tap Hermione had to duck out due to a fit of giggles as an elderly wizard was stood in a woman's dressing gown speaking about his privates. They filled the pans and slowly made there way back, Oliver Wood stopped them and excitedly told them he had been accepted in to Puddlemere United reserves.

"That's brilliant Oliver!" Harry exclaimed.

"I still can't believe it." The ex Gryffindor keeper sighed. They said goodbye and finally got back to the tent where Fred and George were playing with the matches to try and light a fire.

"Where have you three been?" They asked.

"Got a little side tracked, Oliver got in to the reserves." Ron explained.

"He made united?" The trio nodded.

"I bet he was happy." George grinned and Harry laughed, they remembered Oliver's enthusiasm at school.

"Just a bit, where's Siri!?"

"Here pup, Milly packed lunch." Harry's eyes lit up.

"Did she pack brownies?"

"Like she would let you go anywhere with out them." Remus messed his hair fondly, Harry grinned.

"Milly's brownies are beyond good, it's like a little piece of heaven." Harry had a glazed look and Hermione prodded him with a smile.

"I think your drooling Harry." Everyone laughed as the teen blushed, the twins mentioned to Harry that they wanted to open a joke shop and had been creating a few items, they explained there creations and Harry was immediately buzzing.

"You should ask Remus for tips on your creating." He told them and they looked at him sceptically.

"No offence Har, but I think your mad." George began and Fred nodded.

"Yeah, I mean he used to be a teacher." Harry smirked at the pair, they were in for a shock.

"Who are your pranking idols?" He asked them.

"The marauders," They answered instantly. "Why did Remus know them?"

"You could say that." Harry turned to his guardians who were sat chilling talking lightly with Arthur.

"Oi Padfoot, Moony, c'mere!" He yelled and the pair jerked up and strolled over, the twins eyes were wide and their jaws were on the floor.

"No freakin' way!" The breathed and looked at the two adults in complete awe.

"What do you want Pronglet?

"P-Pronglet?"

"Yep Prongs Jr." Sirius said warmly.

"They were our nicknames at school." Remus explained with a grin.

"We know!" The twins said excitedly.

"You're like our idols, all the pranks and creations we have done to honour the marauder legacy!" Fred told them and Siri gave his famous roguish grin.

"See Moony, we are amazing."

"I'll say!"

"Wait so you're the marauders heir and you tell us now!" George looked at Harry with a new found respect.

"Yep 3 ways,"

"And yet you don't use those pranking genes." Fred said sadly, Sirius looked at Fred in alarm.

"Are you crazy! I walked around with green skin and singing shoes because of him!" The twins looked as if Christmas came early!

"Brilliant, and with the map you'll be unstoppable!"

"You found the map! We wondered how he got it, Remus nearly feinted when Snape caught him with it."

"It was blank." Harry said quickly at the growing alarm on the twins face. "It just wrote insults to him that he made me read out." Sirius and the twins roared with laughter and Harry and Remus chuckled.

"Well the reason I called you over is cause these guys want to open a joke shop and have been creating awesome joke items. I said you would be interested and could offer a few tips." Harry said.

"Of course, anything to help the next generation of pranksters." They sat for a good hour talking about the twins' ideas and their products, they showed them their fake wands and both marauders were impressed and said so.

"This is one of the best fake wands I have ever seen." Remus commented and Sirius nodded in an ecstatic sort of way.

"Yeah, but we have two 'M' problems." Fred grimaced.

"Money and mum." George shook his head.

"She lost it and got rid of nearly everything we created, its not a decent job apparently."

"What! That's ridiculous, if its something your passionate about I'm all for it. Hell if Pronglet said he wanted to run a muggle shoe shop I would be proud!" They all laughed at Sirius' analogy.

"But siriusly." Everyone looked at the animagus. "Fine fine, not now! Anyway, I would stick with your dreams guys. Tell you what, come over to ours next week with whatever stuff you got left and show us. I'll tell you if its worth it!" The twins looked faint with the idea of the marauders looking at their joke items, they couldn't even manage words just a happy nod before jumping up and running for the tent; Harry suspected tears.

"I think you just made their year pads." Remus told him with a pat on the back, Sirius smiled.

"I hope so, if they're this in to it, it has to be worth something." Harry nodded.

"The twins have nearly broke yours and dads record for most detentions and their only in 6th year." Sirius looked impressed while Remus was split between that and alarmed.

Mr Weasley had finally got the camp fire started and they were all sat around chatting happily buzzing for the game that night, he pointed out loads of people he knew from the ministry and Sirius spoke to and introduce Harry to just as many, they had a cheerful visitor in the name of Ludo Bagman who came bouncing over in his old Wasps uniform.

"Ludo my good man, how are you?" Mr Weasley asked him getting up to shake his hand. "Ludo here is the reason for our tickets." Weasley Sr explained to the group.

"It was nothing Arthur, I was happy to get them." The ex-beater said as he sat down, Hermione passed him a drink which he took with a smile.

"You haven't seen Barty have you, I've been looking everywhere for him. The Bulgarian minister is jabbering away in Bulgarian and I haven't a clue what he's saying." Ludo shook his head, Percy perked up.

"Mr Crouch speaks over 200 different languages including Mermish and Troll." Percy gushed.

"Well it's not hard to speak Troll, all you have to do is point and grunt." Ron pointed out, everyone burst out laughing and Percy flushed.

"Crouch is Percy's boss, it's like he's in love with the man." Ron whispered to Harry who grimaced, he, Sirius and Remus all despised Crouch. Ludo was brilliant entertainment, he spoke of his time on the wasps and after his first reaction to seeing Harry's scar he was fine. The teens all listened avidly with Sirius while Remus and Arthur set up the fire for dinner, a loud crack made them all spin round to see the new presence. A man stood in a crisp grey suit, polished shoes and stiff bottle moustache with no expression on his face, Percy and Bagman jumped to their feet and Harry, Sirius and Remus glared viciously at him.

"Barty, there you are, the Bulgarian minister-,"

"He wanted the trophy in the top box." Crouch cut him off.

"Ahh that's what he was saying."

"Mr Crouch, sir, can I get you a cup of tea?"

"Yes thank you Wetherby." There were muted snickers and Percy flushed but rushed to comply, Crouch looked around the group and his eyes landed on the black glare from Sirius.

"Black, I see you're using your freedom."

"No thanks to you." Was the snarled reply.

"You have custody of your godson, correct?"

"And he would have had it a long time ago if not for you." Harry spat with such venom his friends were alarmed, Crouch looked upon Harry.

"Harry Potter, it's a pleasure."

"It's Harry Potter-Black and shame I can't say the same Crouch." Crouch's eyes narrowed.

"I have business to attend to, Ludo you are needed for commentary." He thrust the undrunk tea back in to Percy's hand and apperated out, Ludo waved a cheery goodbye before leaving in the same fashion.

"What in Merlin's name was that, Mr Crouch is a highly respected ministry official, you had no right to speak to him like that." Percy hissed and Harry was on his feet facing him.

"I will speak to that man however I see fit, he was the one who sent Siri to Azkaban without a trial." Harry told him in the same tone, Percy looked shocked.

"Well I'm sure it was a mistake I mean-,"

"It was no mistake, Crouch stood at the scene and declared my godfather useless to society and only fit for Azkaban, his words; 'its clear what we've got, put the thing in Azkaban'. The pathetic little man didn't even check Sirius' god damn left arm to see the mark or pour Veritaserum down his throat so don't stand there and tell me it was a mistake. Plus the fact his own son, who was suspected in torturing someone in to insanity, was given a fair trial and found guilty." By the end of his rant Harry was breathing heavily and his eyes were glowing, Percy and the rest of the group minus Remus and Sirius were sheet white and wide eyes.

"Crouch is dirt Percy, and there is nothing that will change that." Sirius said firmly, he pulled Harry away and the three disappeared in to their tent leaving a heavy silence in their wake. As soon as he was in the tent Harry threw himself at his godfather burring his head in the man's shoulder, Sirius hugged him tightly.

"I hate that man." Harry said but it was muffled.

"Yeah, me too pup, unfortunately you will be seeing a lot of him this coming year." Harry stepped back alarmed.

"What, why?" Sirius and Remus shared a look and Remus finally nodded.

"You have to promise you won't tell anyone, not even Ron and Hermione." Harry's guard was immediately up.

"Ok, I promise, now what's going on?"

"They have decided to host the Triwizard tournament at Hogwarts next year." Sirius told him and Harry blinked.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"It's going to be set between, Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Bauxbatons." Remus explained.

"Its official, Dumbledore is crazy." Harry was still not pleased with the man as he had contested Harry's placement with Sirius, stating it was safer for Harry to be with his aunt and uncle.

"I agree, but he has assured everything is set, there will be an age line so no one under 17 can enter." Harry sighed in relief.

"Well he's done something right." The marauders nodded. They went back out to the rest of the group to eat dinner and Harry sheepishly apologies for his outburst, it was waved off and the excited atmosphere returned. It was like a low buzz had set over the entire camp sight and everyone was bubbling with anticipation, people were out selling merchandise and the trio leapt up.

"Brilliant, I've been saving all summer for this." Ron exclaimed and they hurried off. Ron bought a miniature Krum figurine and a singing shamrock, Hermione bought them all programmes and Harry purchased an Irish hat, a couple of posters of both teams and a flag. Hermione pointed out the omnioclulars which Harry quickly snapped up for the three of them and Siri. He gave Ron a look that said 'don't argue with me' when he handed them over and Hermione had the sense just to take them with a smile, they went back to the tents where Harry threw Siri his pair and everyone was practically bouncing; finally it was time. Harry checked his wand was holstered to his arm as they began walking through the woods, the pathway was lit up with thousands of lights and they came to a massive golden wall.

"Houses of 100,000." Someone said from the crowd.

"They had to put every known muggle repellent ward around it to keep them from spotting it." Was also said and Harry grinned, they approached the ticket collector.

"All for the top box, you go up as far as you can go." The man told them cheerfully, and was it far up. It took them 10 solid minutes to climb all the stairs and Sirius once muttered he was tempted to change in to his animagus form, Remus slapped him and told him he would have to suffer like the rest of them, Harry pointed out that Remus wasn't actually suffering because he was a wolf and this was like child's play to his superior muscles; Moony just grinned. Harry had never been so happy in his life when they reached the box, they immediately piled in to the first two rows and watched as the stands filled. For such a massive stadium it filled quickly, Harry and Ron leaned right over the edge to see how far it went down.

"Harry cub please come back, you're giving me a heart attack." Remus groaned and Harry grinned at him but complied. The top box was filling up and Percy was jumping up so often it seemed as if he had a pin on his chair, when the Minister came in he bowed and his glasses fell to the floor shattering, he went bright red and remained seated after that.

"Ah Harry, it's good to see you again and Sirius. I'm glad you got my tickets, it was the least I could do, anything you need feel free to come and see me." He said fondly, shaking hands with both hands with both Harry and Sirius, during the beginning of the summer they had seen a lot of Fudge because of the custody battle and trial.

"Thank you Minister I'll be sure too and the tickets were wonderful." Harry replied with a small smile.

"How many times have I told you to call me Cornelius?" Harry grinned.

"Too many, I forget Cornelius."

"Yes thank you for the tickets Cornelius, it was the highlight of Harry's birthday." Sirius told the man, the minister introduced them to the wizard next to him.

"Harry Potter." Fudge told the man loudly who was wearing stunning robes of black trimmed in gold and didn't seem to understand English, Fudge went to speak again but Harry interrupted him politely.

"Excuse me Cornelius if I may?" Fudge nodded and Harry discretely tapped his throat with his wand twice, he felt the magic take effect and spoke to the other man.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Harry Potter." Harry spoke in fluent Bulgarian and shook the man's hand.

"It is good to meet you, you are famous even in my country Harry Potter. I am Ivan Obalonsk, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic." The man replied with a smile, Harry nodded.

"Thank you Minister, sorry about Minister Fudge, he doesn't speak many languages." Harry explained and the minister chuckled.

"I do speak English, quite well actually, but it has served me much amusement for have him shout things." And Harry laughed.

"Wonderful Harry, you speak Bulgarian." Fudge sighed in relief, "I've been having trouble with him all day, I need Barty Crouch for this sort of thing, I see his elf is saving him a seat, but if you can translate that would be perfect."

"Of course Cornelius," Harry nodded and Sirius was going red with the effort not to laugh, he had seen Harry cast the silent spell.

"Ah and here's Lucius," Fudge exclaimed, Harry, Sirius, Ron and Hermione whipped around quickly and, to their dismay, three very distinct blonde heads came in and sat behind them, Ron looked utterly disgusted.

"Malfoys," He muttered with a scowl, Harry's lip curled.

"Unfortunately,"

"Oh brilliant, a family reunion," Sirius mock cheered, Harry grimaced at the reminder, Narcissa was Sirius' cousin and because of the blood adoption it made her and Draco related to Harry, and the fact Harry's grandmother was a Black, the woman in question looked as if there was something particularly vile under her nose.

"Ah Fudge, how are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa. Or our son Draco?" Mr Malfoy shook Fudge's hand.

"How do you do, how do you do." The minister smiled and bowed to Narcissa.

"This is Mr Obalonsk, he doesn't speak a word of English but he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, Harry if you would?" This made the Malfoy's attention snap to Harry who was stood next to the Bulgarian minister.

"Of course Cornelius," Harry said and watched as Draco's eyes narrowed and Lucius' flashed.

"This is Lucius Malfoy and his wife Narcissa and son Draco, such pleasant people." Harry told the other minister who nodded.

"He was cleared from prison correct after the fall of your Dark Lord?" Harry was surprised as the man shook hands with Malfoy Sr.

"Yes but he was guilty no doubt, my godfather, Sirius Black, told me that Malfoy has his hand in our Minister's pockets." Harry explained

"I can imagine, and your godfather is the only person to ever escape magical prison, no?" Harry was once again surprised.

"Yes, but how do you know so much?"

"I like to keep up with other countries politics, you can never know what may happen." Ivan said with a smirk.

"He wished me to pass on that it's a pleasure to meet you Mr Malfoy." Harry said smoothly ignoring when said minister muttered "it was anything but" under his breath.

"Thank you Harry and I'm sure know Lucius Malfoy and family."

"Yes," Harry nodded in Malfoy's direction.

"Mr Potter," Lucius said in disdain,

"Lord actually," Harry returned not being able to hold it in, he took pleasure in Lucius' eyes turning in to slits for a second before his expression was cleared.

"My mistake," Harry nodded graciously and he had to bite back his smirk when he saw Sirius hiding his own behind his hand and he spotted Ron and Hermione looking anywhere but the Malfoys; ah the joys of rank.

"Ah who else do we have, yes Sirius Black and Remus Lupin." Narcissa looked up them looking at Sirius.

"Black, Lupin."

"Malfoy,"

"You know Arthur Weasley I daresay?" Fudge said gesturing to Mr Weasley, it was a tense moment and Harry vividly remembered the last time the pair met, it ended in a fight at Flourish and Blotts.

"Good Lord Arthur, what did you have to sell to get these tickets, surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?" Cold grey eyes swept the row filled with Weasley's with a sneer, Fudge wasn't listening luckily for him.

"Lucius has just gave a marvellous donation to St Mungo's, he is my other guest Arthur."

"How, how nice." Arthur gave a stiff smile.

"That reminds me, Sirius. I have yet to thank you for your splendid donation to the auror department, we have been solely lacking funding." Fudge looked at the animagus who tilted his head in acceptance.

"It was nothing Cornelius, my cousin merely mentioned she had passed her training and it was something I could do to support her." Lucius' eyes narrowed marginally but Harry spotted it and held in his smirk, the Malfoy Lords eyes locked on to Hermione and Harry would bet his entire fortune he could guess what was making the purebloods' lip curl, he prided himself in being pureblood so anyone of muggle decent was considered scum in his eyes, Hermione tinged pink but she held his stare coolly and under the eye of the minister Malfoy couldn't say anything. The Malfoy's slipped in to their seats after throwing contemptuous looks at the group, Ludo Bagman bounded in like an excited puppy.

"Ready to go minister?"

"Ready when you are Ludo." Fudge said comfortably, Bagman placed his wand to his throat and muttered sonorous, he spoke of the roar of the stadium in a booming voice.

"Welcome to the final of the 422 Quidditch world cup." There was wild cheering throughout and Ludo beamed, the advertisement black board was clear and now read 'BULGARIA 0 IRELAND 0'. They saw the Bulgarian mascots; they had brought veela. Harry immediately stuffed his fingers in his ears and told all of the guys to do the same just in time because the music started. Mad men could be seen doing foolish things in a way to impress the veela and when the music stopped there was many angry yells and screamed from the crowd.

"What were they?" Ron yelled over the noise.

"They are a magical race that have an allure which lures men in to them." Harry yelled back the shorter version of Veela, next they saw the Irish mascots which turned out to be leprechauns who flew around and shed gold that would disappear in a few days, and they created patterns in the air and a beautiful firework display before settling on the Irish side of the pitch.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, the Bulgarian National Quidditch team!" Bagman called each of their names and they flew out, when he finally called the seeker 'Krum' the entire stadium went completely insane.

"Now would you please greet the Irish National team." He repeated the process and the Irish flew out to tremendous applause. The referee came on to the pitch and the excitement was thick, he released the bludgers and the snitch which Harry spotted for a second before it flew away; he threw the quaffle up and the whistle blew.

"Theeeeeeeeeeeeey're OFF!" Bagman screamed and the crowd roared. It was Quidditch like Harry had never seen before, the speed was so fast that Bagman could only say the names. The Irish were the first to score, Troy did a lap of honour and the leprechauns rose up to form a giant shamrock, the Irish chasers were spectacular. They worked together flawlessly and they quickly scored twice more and the game picked up more speed. The Bulgarian beaters became brutal hitting the bludgers at the Irish chasers stopping them performing some of their best moves, finally a Bulgarian chaser broke through and dodged the keeper to score the black and red clad team their first goal; they all stuffed their fingers in their ears as the veela began to dance again. The game continued when suddenly 100,000 people gasped as the two seekers shot through the chasers heading for the ground at alarming speeds.

"They're going to crash!" Hermione screamed and she was nearly right, at the final moment Krum pulled up and shot away, Lynch, the Irish seeker, wasn't so fortunate, he ploughed in to the ground and the Irish groaned.

"TIME OUT!" Ludo yelled, a mediwizard ran out to fixed him up and he pushed off to masses of applause, their seeker's accident seemed to revive the Irish and the chasers came back with a vengeance. In another blinding 15 minutes they had pulled ahead 10 more goals and the game began to get dirty. Bulgaria performed a foul resulting in a penalty to the Irish, the leprechauns formed the words HA HA HA and the Veela tossed their hair back angrily beginning to dance. Fingers stuffing in ears once again until Hermione tugged on Harry's arms and pointed out the referee who had landed in front of the dancing beauties, he was acting very strange by flexing his muscles and smoothing his moustache.

"Somebody slap the ref." Bagman yelled amused, a mediwizard ran out and kicked the ref in the shins which snapped him out of it, he began yelling furiously at the veela who had stopped dancing.

"It looks as if the ref is trying to send the Bulgarian mascots of the pitch, this is something new… this could turn ugly." Bagman called. He was correct as the Bulgarian beaters landed either side of the referee and began arguing furiously pointing out the gleeful leprechauns who had formed the words HEE HEE HEE, the referee wasn't impressed and signalled them to get flying, when they didn't he gave two short blasts of his whistle.

"Two penalties to the Irish." Bagman informed the crowd, the Bulgarians howled with anger, the beaters took flight and Troy took the quaffle. They game took on a ferocity never seen before, the beaters particularly were acting without mercy especially Bulgaria who seemed not to care be it human or bludger. The Irish earned another penalty and the leprechauns formed a rude hand gesture to the veela who lost control and launched themselves at the Irish mascots, they had turned in to winged birdlike creatures that were throwing what seemed like handfuls of flames. Ministry wizards flooded the pitch to try and separate the full on brawl which had struck up between the mascots, the battle over head was just as intense as the quaffle passed hands quicker than a bullet, the Irish scored again but the cheers were barely heard over the shrieks coming from the veela. Krum took a bludger straight to the face but the whistle wasn't blown, the ref was distracted as a veela had thrown a fireball at his broom and the tail had caught ablaze. No one noticed the Bulgarian seeker and out of nowhere Lynch went in to a dive, he had a head start but Krum was quickly on his tail, Harry had no clue how he could see as the blood was flying out behind him as he dove.

"They're going to crash." Hermione screamed again.

"No they're not." Ron yelled.

"Lynch is!" Harry exclaimed and he was right, for the second time they night the Irish seeker ploughed in to the ground with sickening force.

"Where's the snitch?" Ron called looking around wildly.

"Look, look at Krum, he has it, he's caught the snitch. Its over, all over, Krum's got the snitch." Harry shouted excitedly pointing to the seeker, Krum had his fist in the air and a spec of gold could be seen, the score board read BULGARIA 160 IRELAND 170, IRELAND WINS. No one had noticed until the noise from the Irish reached deafening.

"IRELAND WINS BUT KRUM GETS THE SNITCH, I don't think anyone would of guessed that."

"What did he catch the Snitch for?" Ron bellowed, even as he jumped up and down, applauding with his hands over his head. "He ended it when Ireland were a hundred and sixty points ahead, the idiot!"

"He knew they were never going to catch up!" Harry shouted back over all the noise, also applauding loudly. "The Irish Chasers were too good. He wanted to end it on his terms, that's all. . ." Harry thought he would so the same if he was in that position, what he would do to be in Krum's place, he would love to play pro Quidditch.

"He was very brave, wasn't he?" Hermione said, leaning forward to watch Krum land as a swarm of mediwizards blasted a path through the battling leprechauns and veela to get to him. "He looks a terrible mess. . ." Harry put his Omnioculars to his eyes again. It was hard to see what was happening below, because leprechauns were zooming delightedly all over the field, but he could just make out Krum, surrounded by mediwizards. He looked surlier than ever and refused to let them mop him up. His team members were around him, shaking their heads and looking dejected; a short way away, the Irish players were dancing gleefully in a shower of gold descending from their mascots. Flags were waving all over the stadium, the Irish national anthem blared from all sides; the veela were shrinking back into their usual, beautiful selves now, though looking dispirited and forlorn.

"The Irish perform a victory lap as the Quidditch world cup is brought in to the top box." Bagman told the crowd, the box was suddenly surrounded by a blinding white light and a beautiful golden cup was heaved in to the room and handed to Cornelius Fudge.

"Let's have it for our gallant losers… BULGARIA!" the team filed in to the box and shook hands with each minster, Bagman called each name and crown clapped but when he called Krum's name the entire stadium roared. The seeker in question looked awful, he had two vicious black eyes growing and he still had the snitch in his hands, he was less co-ordinated on foot than in the air Harry noted. The Irish entered next and by the looked of it the final crash had left the seeker a bit dazed, they lifted the cup to thunderous applause and by the time they left to perform the final lap of honour Harry's hands were numb with clapping, Bagman pointed his wand to his throat and muttered quietus.

"They'll be talking about this one for years." He told them hoarsely, they all filed out of the box grinning like loons and they all could hear the beginnings of a party starting from the Irish. The Bulgarian minister motioned for Harry to come over, he introduce Harry to the team and he shook their hands greeting them in Bulgarian.

"You are the youngest seeker in a century?" Victor asked him and Harry nodded with a grin.

"Yeah, I got appointed when I was 11."

"What are your stats?"

"Undefeated except for when I was swarmed be dementors and fainted," Krum looked impressed.

"We shall have to have a game when I arrive at your castle." He stated and Harry nodded.

"Definitely, I would appreciate it, although I am surprised that you are still in school, Durmstrang I presume?"

"Yes, I will be participating." He confirmed.

"Well, we will have to arrange something when you arrive at the castle." They left with a shake of hands and when Harry turned back to Sirius he had a shit eating grin on his face.

"What was that about pup?"

"Victor expressed his wish to have a game with me." There were gasps and Harry could practically feel the jealously from Malfoy, he couldn't help but smirk.

"You're going to be flying with Victor Krum?" Ron repeated amazed and Harry knew he was struggling with himself to ask for something, Harry grinned,

"I will ask him for an autograph Ron, I might even get a signed shirt." Ron grinned,

"Thanks mate," They walked back merrily through the lit up path and watched as the leprechauns flew gleefully overhead waving their lanterns, they got back the tents and Harry said goodbye to the Weasley's and Hermione and went to his tent with Sirius and Remus.

"That was amazing!" Harry said bouncing up and down.

"Yeah it was," Sirius agreed just as happy, Remus pulled out three bottles of butterbeer and they sat around the table eating brownies talking about the match. Harry collapsed on his bed totally exhausted but very happy, he dreamt about him flying and his name being yelled out just like Krum. He was shook awake by a frantic Remus.

"Come on cub you need to get up." Harry shot bolt upright by the tone.

"What, what is it?"

"Death Eaters are out there, they have some muggles." Harry was up and half way dressed before Remus had finished, he checked his wand and threw on his shoes and jacket just as Sirius came flying in to the room.

"Good your up, you need to run to the woods-," Harry cut him off.

"Not a chance, I am not running to the woods without you and Remus and if you're going out to help you can bet I am." Sirius grinned despite the situation.

"I thought you'd say that, come on." The three ran out and Harry was shocked at the havoc, fires and explosions everywhere and in the middle were about 20 black clad figures levitating 4 people above their heads. Harry was disgusted and he sneered at the multiple ministry figures not making any breakthroughs, they were just getting thrown out the way.

"We need to take out the ones on the outside, then you can take the ones in the centre who have the muggles." Harry whispered furiously his wand already in hand, the two men didn't even think about the fact they were taking orders from a 14 year old they just did it. Stunners, cutters, blasters and petrifiers flew at rapid speeds from their wands and the group began to fall, the death eaters didn't know where the attack was coming from until they spotted Harry, Sirius and Remus running around downing their comrades, one pointed to the three and the trio immediately found themselves under an onslaught of spells. Harry blocked, dodged and dived out of the way and began speeding up his casting, Remus was steadily taking out the left and Siri the right, a cutting curse somehow slipped past Sirius' shield and the animagus was hit hard; he fell. Harry looked at his godfather and then to the death eater responsible in shock, the shock turned to a blinding rage and with no words or spell in mind he slashed his wand down and blasted the masked man away, Harry turned with a new vigour and swiped his wand through the air, he wasn't using spells just raw magic and it was a sight to see. Many ministry officials stopped to watch as Harry ripped through the death eaters like dust with furious raw magic, it was crackling violently around him as he blasted them down, and suddenly everything froze. A colossal vivid green skull flashed up in the air, it has an enormous snake producing from its mouth like a tongue and screams erupted from everywhere and Harry understood why; it was the dark mark. The Death eaters took one look at the mark and disaperated, Harry caught site of a set of eyes behind a mask and the person looked absolutely terrified. The ministry officials caught the muggles before they hit the floor and Harry pelted to where Sirius had fell, the man had always told him never to lose focus if someone falls in a duel, it was a hard thing to learn especially when you cared for that person but it could save your life. The animagus was leaning heavily against a bolder, he was fine minus the deep gash in his leg.

"Sirius," Harry breathed dropping to his knees and applying pressure to the wound.

"You were amazing out there pup." Sirius beamed even if he looked a bit tired from loss of blood.

"Thanks, they made me angry." He said with a shrug. "Cork," the elf popped in, the little thing took one look at Harry who had gained a cut to the temple and was covered in who knows what, Remus who came over with a small limp and Sirius who was bleeding profusely and popped away. Harry blinked in shock, he was about to call the elf again when he popped in again, but this time with potions, bandages and food. The little elf poured a blood replenisher down Siri's throat and bandaged up the leg tight, then he handed Harry, Sirius and Remus pepper ups and bandaged up Harry's head.

"It's all I's can do, yous go see mediwizards now." Cork told them nodding firmly, when they didn't move the elf waved his hands in a shooing motion.

"Go, us elves don't want yous to bleed to death." Harry laughed at the bizarreness of being told what to do by and elf, he and Remus hoisted Sirius up and headed over to where the ministry were healing the fallen and securing the death eaters Harry, Remus and Sirius had downed.

"Can I get a mediwizard?" Remus yelled placing Sirius down on a conjured bench, a man can rushing over waving his wand, he sealed the wound without so much as a scar and fixed up Harry's head, he gave Remus a goblet of skele-gro for the fractured ankle he had somehow managed to obtain and rushed away. A stern looking witch came over to them, she had greying hair and a monocle.

"Hey Amelia, Harry, this is Amelia Bones, she's head of the DMLE." Harry shook the woman's hand munching on the sandwich Cork had brought.

"Sirius Black, it's been a while, I want you to know I contested you being sent to that place without a trial, I swore you would have never did what they accused you of." She told him and Sirius grinned.

"I wouldn't have expected anything else from you."

"I want to thank you for what you did tonight, I fear without the help of you three, especially you Mr Potter, we would have had more injuries." She said nodding to each of them.

"I want to extend a special thanks to you Mr Potter, you single handedly handed us 9 of the masks criminals, the minister will be hearing about this and it will probably be in the paper tomorrow. You will hear from me to let you know how the interrogations go." She strode away after that leaving the Black-Lupin-Potter family in a shell shocked silence.

"Did she say 9?" Harry asked faintly.

"Yeah she did cub." Remus seemed to be somewhere else.

"You should have seen it Moony, he was on fire out there, and he didn't even use spells!" Sirius burst out, he got to his feet and tested his leg, it was fine just a bit of a twinge.

"What?" the werewolf seemed to come back to reality.

"My pup was just using pure magic, he threw one of them through the air with a sweep of his wand, it was amazing." Remus looked at Harry impressed and the teen gave a tired smile.

"I got slightly angry." He told them.

"We'll put this in the 'crazy amazing things Harry has accomplished'." Remus grinned.

"Let's go check on the Weasley's." Harry suggested and they agreed, the three made their way back through the destroyed campsite to where the Weasley's tent was thankfully still in place. Harry went in followed by Sirius and Remus to discover the Weasley clan and Hermione sat up around the table, Bill was covering a bloody arm and Charlie had the remnants of a bloody nose, they all looked around when they came in and their eyes widened.

"What happened, when we got you your tent you were already gone." Arthur exclaimed in relief.

"We went to help." Harry said falling tiredly in to a chair and accepting a hot chocolate.

"You did what!" Hermione shouted alarmed.

"The ministry were getting their asses handed to them, we came in and started picking them off until they noticed us of course." Harry explained and Bill looked up.

"That was you three." Bill asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, Harry thought that if we came in and started getting rid of the ones on the outside it would help get the muggles down." Remus told the group.

"Which one of you started blasting the away like insects them? I don't know what happened I was around the back but the next thing I knew bodies were flying through the air and the group was rapidly falling." Charlie questioned and the two marauders pointed to Harry, who had fallen asleep on Remus' shoulder.

"What!?" the entire group yelled and were hushed by the pair.

"He took down 9 by himself Amelia Bones said so herself, Sirius took a hit to the leg and he lost his temper." Ron and Hermione winced.

"Ah an angry Harry is never a good thing." Hermione muttered.

"He's terrifying." Ron agreed.

"You should have seen him out there, I've never seen anything like it. He wasn't even using spells, just raw magic." Sirius was still amazed, the group looked at the soundly sleeping teen with a new found respect.

"He's powerful." Arthur murmured.

"And he's not even reached his majority."

"What happened to you guys?" Sirius asked and Ron and Hermione explained what happened in the woods with Malfoy Jr and Winky the house elf, Remus was pensive and Sirius was smirking.

"I bet Crouch wasn't happy, just adding to the other disgraces on his list."

"He was furious," Arthur nodded.

"I don't doubt it, Crouch had enough trouble trying to clean up his reputation from his son, from what I heard he was never looked at in the same way." Sirius said and Arthur nodded in agreement.

"We have better get him back," Remus stated carefully lifting Harry up and passed him to Sirius, the marauders said their goodbyes and Sirius carried the sleeping teen back to their tent.