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Chapter 3: The world Cup
The next few days were spent eating, talking, swimming, walking, a trip to the movies and the odd kiss or two. A few hours before they journeyed to the Burrow they packed their trunk and had a chat with the Grangers.
"Um, Mum?"
"Yes Hermione?"
"Well Harry and I are going to watch the Quidditch World Cup with Ron and we were wondering if we could spend the rest of the summer there."
"Of course you can Hermione but promise you will be careful." Sarah said concernedly. Harry stepped in, "Don't worry I'll keep her safe" he said with a playful poke in the ribs. Hermione squealed, jumped into her Mother's arms and planted a kiss on her cheek, "Bye Mum we'll be late to go to Ron's house!" she grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him out of the house.
Sarah watched her daughter run out of the house and wiped away a tear My baby girl's all grown up. Soon she'll get married, start a family and… Though I do like that Potter boy. Well Sarah what did you expect of course she's going to grow up now stop your snivelling and get back to those dishes.
Miles away, in the countryside a creature scuttled along the ground. It was a large, grey rat it looked very old, with its fur growing in clumps, leaving bald spots all over its body, and a missing toe.
A barn owl hooted from up above and chose this rat for its dinner. It dived at the rat. Milliseconds before the owl had its prey the rat transformed into a man. This man looked very much like a rat and still had the missing finger, he was wearing a ragged suit and at his side clutched a wand. The 'rat' pointed its wand at the owl shouted, "AVADA KEDAVRA," turned back into a rat and scurried away.
Harry flagged down the Knight bus and Stan Shunpike stepped out grinning like a madman.
"Well there 'arry twice in a week. Tis is certainly a pleasure. Oh! And I see you gotch yerself a girlfriend! Woss your name lil' lady?"
"Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you."
"A pleasure." Stan made an attempt to bow but stumbled on his shoelaces and landed in a heap at the couple's feet. Hermione giggled while Harry helped Stan to his feet.
"You alright there mate?"
"Yes I'm fine." Stan stood up, stretched and cracked his back. Hermione cringed at this. gross she thought. "Well 'arry, where you wanna go?"
" Two for the Burrow please."
"Tha' ll be eleven sickles." Harry paid their fee and they sat on a bed. Next to them was an old witch snoring loudly with her mouth wide open. "I so want to flick something in there." Harry thought out loud.
"Harry!" Hermione said and whacked him on the arm.
"Ouch!"
Split scene- Ron
Ron stared out his window waiting. Out of nowhere a big, purple, triple decker bus pulled over in front of his house. Two teens stepped out, a boy, very tall with black hair, and emerald green eyes he had bulked up a lot over the summer and had a thin scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. Next to him was a girl of medium height with bushy brown hair and deep brown eyes, she had grown since the last time Ron had seen her.
Ron's eyes lit up but his face fell when he saw they were holding hands. Oh great they're together now and just when Hermione was starting to look pretty. Well as long as this doesn't change our friendship I guess I'll deal with it. He heard his mum shout at them to come down. Ron sighed and lumbered down the stairs with the rest of the Weasley children to meet his two best friends.
Split scene- Harry and Hermione
Harry and Hermione walked out into the shadow of a tall house called the burrow. They strode up to the front door and rang a bell that was hanging next to the front door.
The door was instantly opened by a plump woman with rosy cheeks wearing what looked like a patch of random pieces of fabric. This woman was none other than Molly Weasley. She pulled them into a warm hug.
"Oh Harry, Hermione I'm so glad you're here Ron's been so lonely these holidays. I expect you're going to watch the world cup with Arthur and the children. Which reminds me… KIDS HARRY AND HERMIONE ARE HERE!"
Fred, George, and Ginny all came down the stairs pushing and shoving while Ron lagged behind.
"Great to see you guys" said Fred and George in unison.
"Hi." Ginny said happily. Then she started jiggling around like a piece of jelly. Her face went as red as her hair. She rounded on the twins who were giggling to themselves and half jiggling – half running chased after the twins.
Harry and Hermione burst out into fits of giggles. Ron didn't.
"Hey mate what's up?" Harry asked.
"Well I wanted to know… are you guys like together now?"
Hermione squeezed Ron's hand and looked into his eyes. "Yes. Yes we are. But just 'cause we're together doesn't mean anything is going to change." Ron's expression changed into a wide grin. "Well in that case lets eat!"
"Yeah!" Harry agreed. Hermione just rolled her eyes. "Boys."
"Come on kids not much more to go! Just over this hill and we'll be there!" Arthur said with great enthusiasm to five bleary eyed teenagers.
"I'm hungry." moaned a tall, red headed boy.
"You're always hungry Ron."
"Well Hermione, maybe that's because I'm a big man." Ron flexed his muscles.
"If you eat as much as you do you'll be a big fat man." Harry joked slapping Ron's belly.
"Ah. We're here." Arthur Weasley announced. The trio ran over the hill in excitement to find a…
mangy old boot.
Harry was confused. "Err. What's this?"
"Well der Harry it's a boot." Hermione replied.
"Actually Hermione it's a portkey." Ron said throwing out his chest pleased to know he knew something Hermione didn't. Hermione blushed. "Um I knew that. I was just being sarcastic! Yes sarcastic…" Good job Hermione. he he he. They'll never know…
Harry and Ron exchanged glances. Once Hermione had stopped acting bizarrely their attention turned back to Arthur. "Come on now kids hurry up, hurry up! Put a finger on the boot."
"Put a finger on the what?" Obviously Harry was still confused.
"The boot Harry come on!" Ron shouted. Harry touched the boot and was pulled into space. His stomach turned over and over and as sudden as the feeling had come it was gone. The Kids all fell in a heap and watched as Arthur floated down and landed with ease.
"Now that kids, is how you use a portkey." Arthur said proudly.
They looked up and saw thousands of little red tents spread across an enormous field. "Dad what about muggles? Won't they notice?" George asked.
"No lad there are wards around the area preventing any non-magical person from entering the premises I'm Amos Diggory and this is my son Cedric." Two people appeared out from the trees. A balding man wearing mustard yellow robes and a young man who looked to be around seventeen. He had misty grey eyes and thick, blonde hair. They assumed this was Cedric
"Pleasure." Cedric said.
"Hullo. I'm Harry. And these are Fred, George, Ginny, Ron and Hermione. We go to Hogwarts." Harry introduced, them all saying 'hi' in turn.
"I go to Hogwarts too. So who are you supporting?"
"Well Ireland I guess." Ron answered for them. "Anyway we have to go set up our tent, see you around Hogwarts." They left and went to their tent. It was small and red like all the others. Wow. I wonder how we'll all fit in here. Harry thought. Though it looked small from the outside, once they got inside they saw it was about two times as big as Hagrid's hut.
They passed the time until the match wandering around the campsites often pausing to chat with someone from Hogwarts.
The time for the match had finally arrived. They made their way up to their seats (which were very high up). The commentator shouted in a loud voice, "And now lets give it up for Dougal, Nally, Scooter, O'kiel, Harrison, Mulkearns and the seeker and captain MacNiell!" Cheers were heard from the Irish supporters.
"Now the Bulgarians! Grang, Numbon, Ducareff, Macrae, Kievo, Seidine, and the seeker and captain, Krum!" The Bulgarians roared out "Krum! Krum! Krum!Krum!" The commentator continued bellowing, "Let the match begin! Grang with the quaffle, pass to Ducareff, lobby to Macra and IRELAND SCORES!"
Some at the top of the stands six red headed fans were cheering on the Irish.
"Look at Krum he's amazing!" one of the red heads said in awe.
"I don't see what's so good about him." another bushy haired girl replied.
"Well you have to admit, he's a pretty good seeker, but you don't have to go around like you're in love or something." shouted a raven haired boy over the crowds. These three were none other than Ron, Hermione and Harry.
"Just watch the game Harry." Ron said and continued oohing and ahing at Krum. The commentator was still booming over the crowds, (Harry had no idea how but he assumed it was a spell) "The score is 190-30 in favour of Ireland. Bulgaria had better pull up their socks and get some work done. What's this? MacNiell sees the snitch!" Macniell and Krum went in to a spectacular dive at the snitch. They were neck and neck until Krum put on a sudden burst of speed, stuck out his hand and grabbed the snitch. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH BUT IRELAND WINS AT 190-180! YES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IT'S ALL OVER. This is me saying goodnight."
Back at the Weasley tent the twins were doing what they called Irish dancing. They looked more like a spider with no coordination. They tripped up on each other and landed in a tangle of limbs on the ground. Everyone in the tent cracked up laughing, even Mr Weasley. Once they had finished laughing Mr Weasley cleared his throat and said, "Alright kids time for bed, girls this way, boys that way.
There was a scrambling to get to the top bunk but in the end Harry won. Harry lay awake watching fie works pass over his head until he couldn't keep his eyes open any more. He finally fell asleep.
Harry had been awoken after what seemed like seconds by a very scared Hermione. Harry sat up bolt right. "Hermione what's wrong?"
"Death eaters Harry! They're everywhere!" Harry slipped on a jacket, grabbed Hermione's hand and they ran out of the tent. Sure enough there were death eaters. Loads of them. They wore emerald green robes and hats and a silver masks in the shape of a snake's skull covered the top half of their faces. They chanted "Death eaters Blegh!"
"Come on Hermione run!" And they did. They ran as fast as their legs would carry them. As they were getting tired and slowing down Harry spotted some barrels. "Hermione in here!" They each hopped in one and waited. Harry found a little spy hole and peeped out. He saw a red flash of light coming towards them. Before he could say anything it hit the two barrels and they were sent flying over the tents.
When Harry woke up all he could see was blackness. He remembered he was in a barrel and pushed himself out. All around him was ash and debris. He suddenly remembered. Hermione! Harry looked around for Hermione's barrel.He found the other barrel behind a bush some distance. He took off the lid and saw Hermione lying in it, unconscious. Harry dragged her out an started trying to revive her.
"Hermione. Hermione wake up!" He slapped her cheek a few times and jiggled her. She didn't wake up. "No." he whispered. Harry started crying into his hands muttering, 'it's all my fault, it's all my fault.' He stayed like that until he heard a soft moaning. "Harry? What happened?"
Harry let out a sigh of relief and hugged her closely. "I thought I'd lost you." he sobbed into her chest. She patted his back, "Don't worry I'm alright. Wait. Harry there's someone out there. Sure enough when Harry turned around there was a scraggly man. "Maybe he can help us." Hermione said and started walking towards him.
"No Hermione get down!" Harry dived at Hermione tackling her to the ground. The man shouted, "Mor Morde!" and pointed his wand to the sky. Green smoke came out of his wand and into the sky, to form a giant skull with a serpent coming out of its mouth. A searing pain coursed through Harry's scar. He restrained himself from yelling out but settled to clutching his scar and wrihing around on the floor.
"Harry! Harry what's wrong?" Hermione looked back up at the man. He was gone. Five shouts were heard from around them, "Stupeffy!" Five red lights came out all colliding in the middle right where Hermione's head had been before she ducked.
"Stop! They're my friends!" another shout said. Ron ran into the middle shielding Harry and Hermione. Harry had stopped his writhing and was standing with Ron and Hermione.
A short, stubby man wearing a lime green bowler hat stepped out of the shadows along with four other wizards. They recognised him as Cornelius Fudge. He looked panicked and flustered. "Which one of you cast the dark mark?" He asked pointing his wand between Harry and Hermione. "Which one? ANSWER ME!"
"We didn't do it sir. There was a man…" Harry replied. Fudge's beady eyes darted around. "A man? Where?"
"Over there. Between those two tents."
"Search the area!" Fudge bellowed to the wizards. "Now kids, go back to your guardian. Don't let me catch you back here."
