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Chapter Four

Had anyone walked into room 11 of the Leaky Cauldron they would have heard a soft roar-like scream of pain. And had anyone opened the old chest laying at the foot of the bed they would have been met with the complete roar loud enough to shake someone's eyes out of their skull.

"Just a bit more, Harry, and you'll have passed your goal for the day" Remus said softly despite the view in front of him. Harry was in the middle of the tenth compartment with his left arm twisted and contorted into what would essentially be its position in wolf form. In the two days since he had told Sirius and Remus about him not being James Potter's son and that he was a werewolf he had decided to learn how to force the transformation in an effort to ensure that any future transformations were painless. Remus, despite not being able to force the transformation himself, had ingested the wolfsbane potion enough times to have been awake during the transformation and thus aware of how it worked.

Sirius, though he was still coming down from the betrayal his best friend had faced, had worked with Harry on magic regarding the black stone ring he had found in the Potter vault. Apparently during ancient times a wand was considered to be the weakest, both magically and politically, foci or focus of magic. Items such as swords, scepters, and rings were forged in a unique process that allowed that holder to cast magic wordlessly, but it was also quicker as no specific movement was needed. When magic flowed through the ring it caused it to heat up a little bit to signify that it was working. This morning he had disappeared to someplace where he didn't appear to be happy to be going to in order to find some crucial information. He did however say something about an old bitch, or maybe it was witch and a deranged house elf. Before Sirius left he suggested learning about the skeletal system of the human body. It was lucky that Sirius had thought of this as if he hadn't he learned that one small move could completely tear of a person's arm with the muscle control that they possessed. He had gone on to twist his forearm in the way it should be on the first day, but required help to turn it back as he was on the verge of passing out. Today however was different. He had managed to shift his arm into the correct position easier than the prior day's attempt, though painful did not even begin to describe the pain. They had also found out some other strange things.

The glamour that his mother placed on him weakened each time he transformed. The morning after his first transformation his hair had gained a lighter streak and now two days later he uncontrollable mop of black hair had turned increasingly dirty blonde though he did notice that his hair also had a hint of red about it. He had also noticed that his facial features, once plain looking, had also changed; his cheekbones were higher and his face more pointed towards the bottom. His lips were smaller and his teeth, though not horrible but had suffered at the hands of the Dursley's, were now completely straight. However the biggest issue was the amount of muscle he was putting on. Each day it appeared as though he had put on muscle and he been required to go shop for more, no matter how much he tried to put it off. He had found himself attracted to the darker colors such as red, blue, green, and black and especially towards the clothes that, while cheap, looked professional and on his frame, gave him the appearance of someone important. His new original werewolf enhanced sight had made wearing glasses uncomfortable and unneeded.

With a quick twist Harry's hand contorted in an unnatural direction for a human and he let loose an animalistic roar of pain in the process. "Good, I think we're finished for the day. Can you transform back?" Remus asked. Harry nodded through the pain and managed to force most of the bones back into their proper place. He had come up with a plan for forcing the werewolf transformation. He planned on first being able to effortlessly shift each limb into its correct position and once each limb could go into its wolf equivalent easily he would take the next step and then work on growing fur, claws, and fangs. In the two days he had done this it he was pretty much on schedule. He noticed that the days after the transformation he had an incredible pain tolerance, though the more days that passed since his first transformation that tolerance seemed to decrease.

Climbing up out of the chest he was greeted with the appearance of Sirius sitting on the bed reading the Hiramia journal. "So did everything go alright" Remus asked. "Yep, though my ears are bleeding from that old bat's wailing," Sirius said holding his head as though it was hurting, "did you know she had the insane idea to make herself into a portrait? The real bitch passed on a few years ago. The place was empty." Harry was officially interested in the conversation now. "Where did you go" he asked.

"Number 12 Grimmauld Place. It's the ancestral home of the Black family. I left there are stayed with your dad once I turned sixteen. However they still possessed a magnificent library that any Ravenclaw would have a wet dream over. I went there to find some books about something."

"What exactly" Harry said.

"During the middle ages when marriages were becoming increasing more political, the MacKorrig family, one of the oldest families in the British Isles was almost eradicated because the matriarch had an affair and her three children were the result of that affair. After this news came out the husband not only went to the Wizard's Council that was in charge at the time and asked for a law to be passed that would require the goblin's to check the blood of any newborns to the blood of other family members in order to ensure that the child was indeed of that families blood."

"I'm guessing the law passed. That's why I had to give my blood to Blightfang."

"Indeed. However that's what's worrying me. If you were indeed Klaus' son you wouldn't have been able to enter the Potter vault unless…"

"I was a Potter after all. But my mum's letter, the way I'm changing, I can't be a Potter."

Then Remus spoke up "but the Potter family is only a few centuries old and like most pure-blood families only had one child. They did however marry into several older families during the first few generations. So if one of those families produced a squib and that squib had non-magical descendants then it is possible that Lily was descended from one of those families that technically speaking you would be able to access the Potter vaults."

"Okay and this is taking up time that I should be using to try and reapply my mum's glamour for tomorrow, why?"

"Because it means, legally speaking, all we have to worry about is the Ministry finding out that you're a werewolf. There were laws passed about a hundred years ago that would strip a werewolf of their possessions from money to properties. About fifty years ago however Dumbledore managed to put through a law that requires that the Ministry first declare an individual a werewolf before they can seize any assets."

Harry just stood there for a minute before the reason for bringing this up dawned on him. "Wait a minute, are you suggesting that I remove my assets from Gringott's. Is that even possible?"

"Of course it's possible, Harry," Remus said, "but Sirius has a point. Not all secrets stay secrets for forever. If you can remove your account from Gringott's then the Ministry would be unable to try and take it when the news comes out."

Harry stood wondering about what he had been told. The mystery of his mother's bloodline, or perhaps even his fathers, was something that would have to wait. He needed to work on the glamour for tomorrow when the Weasley's arrived to take him to the Burrow. The idea of moving his accounts from Gringott's was interesting, however what bank would accept the movement of such a large amount of money at one time. "Where would I move my money, though," he said to Sirius and Remus, "it would have to someplace where there are a lot of locations to remove it from."

"I'll try and find something along those lines, Harry. You focus on the glamour" Remus said as Sirius led Harry into the bathroom, the room with the only mirror. "Okay you remember the theory" Sirius said. Harry nodded. The theory around glamours, despite being a difficult subject was surprisingly simple. Glamours used magic to force an individual to see, hear, or feel something that ordinarily wouldn't be there. For instance he would only have to shift his features not his voice as it was around the same as it had been before the change, well perhaps a bit manlier. It would require at least two different spells in order to change his appearance with the primary concerns being his hair and his face. "Mutatio capilli nigri" he said forcefully holding his ring up to his face. The familiar warm feeling throbbed in his right middle finger signaling magic flowing through it. He watched in awe as his hair now a light rustic blonde changed to a pitch black. Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding and heard Sirius do the same. "Nice job, pup, impressive" he said and the reached into his pocket to remove a photograph. Taking it Harry saw that it was of James Potter, the man he would be modelling himself after.

Harry felt bad doing this, lying to his friends and pretending to be someone he knew he wasn't. It was wrong and he knew it, but at the same time there was this voice in the back of his mind telling him that this needed to happen. That he needed to resume his life as Harry Potter, son of James and Lily Potter rather than the son of Klaus the Original Vampire and Lily Potter. Sighing he placed the photo of James Potter in his hand and said "mutare vultus James Potter" the warm feeling returned and he placed his hand in front of his face. A slight sting of pain ran across his face and when he removed his hand he gasped. He could see the magic distorting his features, making his face slightly less pointy and his cheekbones lower and duller.

When he haze of the magic left his face he could see clearly that he was almost an exact replica of James Potter. His eyes, the eyes of his mother, were still as green as ever though they still shown as if a wild feral joy was contained beneath them. "Okay almost done" Harry said exhaling. While glamour's were easy to cast they took a lot of magic out of someone. "You sure you shouldn't wait to cast the anchoring spell" Sirius said. "No. I can do it now," Harry said, "If I wait I'll forget about it." Anchoring spells were far more complex pieces of magic than glamour's, so far more complex that the only things to have anchoring spells on them were ancient residences and places such as Hogwarts. They were also complex because unlike most spells that required a simple incantation, the incantations for anchoring spells were more repetitive and longer. "Eamque rem anqur," he said holding the button, a simple object, which he had decided to anchor the spell to. "Eamque rem anqur. Eamque rem anqur. Eamque rem anqur." After the fourth incantation his hand started to heat up, far more than it had when he had previous tried spells, almost to the point where he thought his skin would start to burn and he anticipated the spell of burning flesh to fill his nostrils. Looking down at the button he saw translucent golden energy flowing into it and gathering around it. Finally the golden glow dissipated and the button, now the anchor for his glamour spells was finished.

Sirius whistled behind him and reached over and picked up the button from the palm of his hand. "So why a butto..." he said but he was interrupted when the button started to burn red hot in his palm and caused him to throw it into the air. The button hit the oak of the countertop and then bounced upwards hitting the light fixture and causing the light to explode sending a shower of sparks and glass crashing to the ground, but not before ricochet into the mirror and causing it to shatter. That was the last thing Harry saw before he lost consciousness.

Harry grunted in pain as he woke up. The last thing he remembered was Sirius tossing his glamour's anchor at the mirror and being showered in its debris. "Careful there, pup," Sirius said, "you've been out for about half an hour." He realized he was laying on his back and looking down at his chest and arms saw small cuts and a few bruises. Sitting up he said "do you know what happened?"

"No, not really. One moment I'm plucking the button you used as an anchor..."

"Oh, lord. The anchor is it..."

"Relax, pup, the anchor's fine. Like I was saying one moment I'm plucking the button you used as an anchor from your palms the next its burning red hot. Why didn't you tell me about the safeguard you put on it." Sirius pointed to the bedside table where the button lay.

"Because I didn't. There were no safeguards on it, it was a normal button. But that's the second time something wierd and unexplainable has happened."

Sirius gave him a look that said "explain" and so Harry did. He told Sirius about the other day when a knife had embedded itself in his extremely durable hand and a solid oak table. When he was finished Sirius let out a sigh and said "that can't possibly be a coincidence. I don't know a lot about physics but gaining the momentum needed to embed itself into a person's hand and an oak table in eight inches. That reeks of magic."

The conversation was interrupted by Remus when he entered the room and seeing the cuts on Harry's chest and arms dropped the pamphlets he was holding and ran over to him. "What happened" he asked. Sirius explained the situation to him and when he was finished Remus practically yelled "and you didn't take him to St. Mungo's because?"

"Because while he was knocked unconscious I was knocked down and the breath taken out of me. It took me a few minutes to be able to breathe without being in pain. By that time Harry was already healing, something about his Original Werewolf physiology or something like that. The glass caused more blunt damage than sharp damage. But that's not the worrying bit."

As Sirius explained the circumstances to Remus Harry got off the bed and walked over to where the pamphlets Remus had dropped lay. Each was for a bank that Harry guessed could be where he decided to move his money to. "Damn, Harry, who did you piss off," Remus said. "This would have to be incredible dark magic in order to cause some of these effects. We should contact Dumbledore and ask for his opinion."

"Dumbledore was there when the first incident happened," Harry said as he went through the pamphlets. "All of them." He got looks of surprise from the two adults. "With the exchange rate between the galleon and the pound placing the amount of money I have in one place would be painting a target on the back of my head for a government audit. I wouldn't be able to explain where all the money came from. There's just one issue," he said worryingly. "I need a birth certificate and a social security number in order to get an account in any of these places."

"That shouldn't be an issue. I've heard of Gringott's providing them to those that need them. I just don't know if they'll be appreciative of losing the Potter account to some muggle bank."

"Well they'll have to get over it."

"Mr. Potter, are you sure you want to remove your account from Gringott's" Blightfang said in what Harry could only assume to be a scared voice. "Yes I am quite sure, Bliightfang. Once the Ministry realizes that I am a werewolf they will attempt to seize my vaults for themselves," Harry said bluntly. "I cannot condone the money my family spent years saving being used for bribes and to fill the petty coffers of the Ministry. I also know that you cannot stop me from doing so."

Blight paused before he continued "while you are more than welcome to the money in your trust vault, I'm afraid you will be unable to access the money in your family vault for another three years."

"Oh, I know I won't be able to remove the money. But Sirius here was issued to be my godfather and thus, correct me if I'm wrong, could remove money from the family account if it meant taking care of me."

Blightfangs nervous twitch said all he needed to. "Please be sure to have the birth certificates and social security paperwork ready in a week" was the last thing he said as he and Sirius left the office.

"Did you see the look on Blightfang's face when you told him the news" Sirius said barking as they entered the cart that would take them down to the Potter family vault. Sirius had offered to take the majority of the vaults contents and store them at Grimmauld Place and he would take them to Potter Manor when he went to visit with Harry on Halloween.

The vault was the same as Harry remembered it with jewels and artifacts lining the walls and piles of money on the floor. "Okay what first" Sirius said as the tenth compartment of Harry's trunk was opened, as that would be where they would be storing the contents in order to move them. "The artifacts and jewels first, we can carry money in our trousers, carry necklaces and diamonds in them will draw attention" Harry said. Sirius rolled his eyes, it had been a rhetorical question after all.

It took them almost three hours to fit the entirety of the artifacts and the jewels within the compartments and by that time the only space available was the ladder area and enough room for a single person to fit in that space. So they grabbed handfuls of galleons and stared to pour them into that small space. They hadn't even made a dent in the fortune, at least several thousand galleons, by the time the compartment was full so they left to go to Grimmauld Place and empty the compartment. But first they stopped by the front desk and converted the several thousand galleons in the trunk into muggle pounds.

"This where you grew up" Harry said as he lifted the trunks into the decrepit hallway. "Unfortunately yes it is," Sirius said, "and to my eternal joy it now looks like this." Sirius swept his hand along the cobweb infested hallway with its dark wallpaper and creepy portraits as if to say "ta da." Looking around Harry could see why Sirius would want to escape this place, it looked horrendous and he could only guess what it would be like to live here when it was cleaned up. Just as they reached the end of the hallway Sirius tripped over an umbrella stand and what happened next would haunt Harry forever. A loud shrieking cry bellowed out from the staircase yelling "VILE, DISGUSTING, BLOODTRAITORS, AND MUDBLOODS HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THE MOST ANCIENT AND MOST NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK. BEGONE BEFOR…" Thankfully the yelling ended when Sirius waved his wand and the noise stopped. But it had attracted unwanted attention.

"Disgraceful blood traitor soiling the grace of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black" a creepy soft voice said somewhere up the stairs. Looking upwards Harry's enhanced sight could make out the shape of a house elf. But where Dobby was always happy looking with eyes as big as tennis balls, this house elf looked like a decrepit version of him that had small beady eyes. "Kreacher, do us all a favor and shut up," Sirius said bluntly and emotionless, "did you clear out the space I told you to?"

"Yes, blood traitor master, Kreacher has emptied Master Regulus' room and Mistress Walburga's room for your half-blood brat" Kreacher said. "Follow me. I had some rooms cleared out so we can put some of this stuff in there. How much did you convert into pounds?" Sirius asked.

"I converted several thousand into muggle cash. I'll deposit them into the banks that I've decided to start accounts in. But more to the point why is this place such a mess? I thought house elves were supposed to clean houses not let them fall to disrepair…"

Harry trailed off when he saw the house elf heads lining the staircase wall and Sirius said "yeah, I know barbaric right. My ancestors were a bit cuckoo. Anyway when my dear mother passed away she had the absolutely brilliant idea to preserve her essence within that portrait. Kreacher appears to view serving that portrait to be more his duty than keeping the house clean. Right this way now."

All throughout the walk up the stairs Harry couldn't help but feel as though he was being watched. Maybe it was the severed elf heads along the staircase or the weird portraits which for whatever reason seemed to be unusually still for wizarding photo's. When they finally reached to top level of the house after what seemed to be minutes of walking he was surprised to see three rooms. One was messed up beyond all recognition though the Gryffindor color scheme and the pictures of half-naked women on the walls screamed Sirius. The room to his immediate right was completely empty and though it had the silver and green that was to be expected the wallpaper was peeling off. "Okay so the majority of the gold that was taken from the vault was converted into pounds but we should be able to fill this room with the artifacts and jewels" Sirius said.

Once that was done Harry had some time to sneak a peek around where Sirius had grown up. He had grown head-up with the massive amount of serpents chiseled into the doorways and the green, black, and silver wallpaper that seemed to be around the entire house. 'Someone must have had a snake fetish' Harry thought. He had stumbled into a room that let an unusual amount of sunlight in and probably only because it was facing over the Thames with the sunlight reflecting off it. Along the wall to the left was a carpet-like object across the entire wall. "My dear family," Sirius said from behind him, having materialized at the entrance. "They liked to brag about their relationship to the other pure-blood families, though they didn't have to every family of witches and wizards is related to each other in some way. Anyways this was a way of keeping track of those who were cast out of the family."

"How?"

"You see these black dots. This is where my dear mother, the harpy you heard in the hallway downstairs blasted the names of any that did anything to disrupt the pure-blood tendencies of the family" Sirius said tapping a black dot where Harry could just make out the name Sirius Orion Black III underneath. He then moved over to another black dot and seemed to caress it almost lovingly and Harry could see Andromeda Tonks (formerly Black) underneath. "Anyway, we have one more trip to make, pup, are you ready?" Harry nodded and began to follow Sirius out of the room when his foot hit something. Looking down Harry could see that he had stepped on a locket. Picking it up he could see that it was made out of beautiful emeralds with a slight addition of silver. A collection of emeralds along the silver cover created an "S" shape. He was interrupted by a low guttural growl. Turning around Harry could see that it was the house elf Kreacher with his hand extended. "Give it here brat. That was Master Regulus'. It is not yours" he said in his low voice that Harry thought that Kreacher would be at home in a horror movie. Harry threw the locket to the house elf who seemed to dive for it as if it was the most precious thing in existence.

Harry stood nervously as he looked at the group of individuals in front of him. "When I told you that I was a werewolf I was expecting something along the lines of 'I'm sorry what did you say' or 'that's not possible' awkward silence was not on the list," Harry said, "of course Hermione and Ginny have yet to remove their minds from the gutter and are still drooling over my new physique." That was right. After removing the last of the Potter fortune from Gringott's, he could still feel the burns from where the goblins had glared at him to the point where he felt as though he was going to combust, he had been surprised by the appearance of Arthur, Ron, Fred and George Weasley in his room at the Leaky Cauldron with the intent of making a late birthday present out of going to the Burrow. Remus had kept them busy by regaling the twins about his adventures as a marauder. Remus said that he and Padfoot, as Ron was the only one in on the fact that Sirius was innocent, would stay at Grimmauld Place in the meantime.

When he had arrived at the Burrow he had been greeted with the full force of the Molly Weasley hug of death and had caught Ginny and Hermione with mouths and eyes open in awe at his new physique. However there had been something bothering him and as such he had asked her to call the family into the kitchen where he could talk to them. Once they had all been seated he explained the fact that he had discovered that he had inherited lycanthropy from his mother and that it had activated a few days ago.

Now he stood in front of them awaiting their response to this news. The first to respond, possibly ironically, was Bill Weasley who said that as he worked with goblins all day he'd be perfectly fine with the idea of Harry staying there. Charlie, who Harry remembered as working with dragons, said the same thing. Fred and George answered next with a firm handshake and a one armed hug each. After they had said that Molly Weasley engulfed him in another death hug the same with Mr. Weasley. After this Ron spoke up and said "after facing a Cerberus, a basilisk, and dementors over the past three years you being a werewolf shouldn't be that difficult." By this time Hermione had pulled her mind out of the gutter and, standing up, agreed with him. Ginny to had come back to Earth and hugged him as well, though he guessed it was more for the fact that she groped him and that the news about him being a werewolf hadn't actually sunk into her brain yet. The only one who seemed adverse to the idea, perhaps not surprisingly, was Percy. "Well if I have to say yes, then yes" he said plainly, though he made it no secret what he thought of the idea. But Hermione spoke up "why are you telling us?

Harry looked at one of his best friends in the face and said "ever since I met Ron on the Hogwarts Express you have all been like a family to me. He's been with me through some exceedingly dangerous adventures and through him, you have once again opened your home to me. It would thus be unfair to you if you were to host a werewolf without being aware of it beforehand." He could see the family, with the exception of Percy, start to have watery eyes.

"Now then," Ron said wiping tears from his eyes, "on to more important matters, like the world cup. Who's going to win?" The talk about the world cup continued all throughout Mrs. Weasley's wonderful dinner until it was time for bed.

"Why did we have to get up so early" Ron complained for the eighteenth time. "Stop complaining Ron. It isn't that bad" Harry said as he walked a few paces in front of his friend. "Easy for you to say you've got werewolf stamina" Ron said. A small grunt signaled Hermione had jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow. They had gotten up at 5am in order to make it to the World Cup on time, because for whatever reason they had to get their almost fifteen hours early, in order to ensure that everyone is not trying to get into the stadium at the same time possibly. "I'm surprised you aren't dragging your feet, Hermione. Especially after last night" Ginny said. This peaked Harry's interest and he asked "what happened last night?"

"Apparently Hermione woke up the entire house, well except for you, screaming. She put it down to post-Dementor trauma."

"That's a thing?"

"Yep. Apparently she isn't the only student to have suffered it last year."

They had been walking for nearly half an hour before they saw an older gentlemen standing at the base of a tree. "Amos, lad how have you been," Mr. Weasley called out. "Kids, this is Amos Diggory. He works with me at the Ministry." As they neared him a boy jumped out of the tree and landed next the man "ah, there's Cedric" Harry could hear Mr. Weasley hear and the memory of Cedric beating him at quidditch the previous year due to the dementors came back and he suddenly had the urge to lunge at Cedric and rip him to pieces. But a hand on his shoulder, which was Hermione's, calmed him down. "Hey, Harry, no bad feelings after last year" Cedric said with his hand outstretched. Trying to remain calm Harry took it and shook it, though the way Cedric was not to subtly trying to get blood to his hand afterwards showed what Harry thought of it.

"Come on kids, we're going to be late" Mr. Weasley said as they exited the wood and entered a meadow with only a boot in the middle of it. "We got up at five am in order to see a boot" Harry asked. "It's a portkey, Harry" Hermione said as she walked past him to the apparent portkey.

Harry remembered a swirl of color and then the firm memory of landing squarely on his ass. He was sure that if he hadn't been an Original Werewolf he would be in serious pain, though he only felt a slight throb from his behind. Placing his hand in his pocket he was pleased to feel his button/anchor was still on his person. Standing up he stretched and was surprised to see the world's most awkwardly dressed wizard in stripes and plaid and in colors that he did not look good in. He accepted their money and pointed them in the direction of their camp. As soon as they saw the massive stadium Mr. Weasley started spouting off facts about the stadium that Harry didn't really care about. When they found their tent, apparently expanded on the inside, they decided to kill time by walking around the campsite and seeing who was there. They ran into a few classmates and Harry felt a bit disappointed that he would be lying to them but made sure to follow up with the thoughts of what they would think of him if the news of him being a werewolf got out.

After several hours of walking around and talking to friends and other classmates, the Weasley group regrouped at the tent where they met Mr. Bagman, the Head of the Department of Magic Sports, and Mr. Crouch, the Head of the Department for International Magical Cooperation. Though there were not so subtle hints of something going on this year, he missed the glare that Mr. Weasley was sending Percy, the sort of look that said 'keep quiet.'

His original werewolf enhanced sense of smell was wreaking havoc on his ability to concentrate. The fact that there were so many wizards and witches in one place that apparently didn't know how to take a bath or a shower caused him to see double for quite a bit. They would be sitting in the top box with the Ministers and their guests which included, to Harry's eternal disgust Draco Malfoy and his family. Draco seemed to be sitting near a particularly beautiful woman with two-toned hair, the top was a pleasant black or dark brown, but the lower color was defidently the Malfoy bleach blonde. He seemed to be looking important in a place where he didn't belong. Just as they took their seats the Ministers rose from their chairs and proceded to do the commentary for the beginning of the game. As they introduced the Bulgarian team mascots, veela, Harry felt a strange wave wash over him. It wasn't entirely unpleasant but just as he realized he had risen from his seat something else hit him. The unmistakable sound of growling and intense rage crashed down upon him in a wave far greater than the one he felt earlier. Everything seemed to blur out of existence except that feelings. He could feel his fingernails elongating and sharpening into claws and he could feel his teeth transform into fangs. But just as soon as the wave came over him it disappeared and he could finally hear Hermione in the seat next to him shaking him awake. As he started to calm down he felt his fingernails and teeth return to their original positions and the sounds of the stadium returning to him. Booing echoed throughout the stadium as Hermione told him about what had happened. Apparently the veela cause men to become excited and try and get to them. However Harry's inner wolf, his basic instinct at not liking to be controlled activated and nearly caused him to transform right in the middle of the box. Luckily enough everyones attention had been on the other men, well those that had been acting silly. With the Irish mascots, leprechauns obviously, Minister Fudge yelled out across the stadium "and now let the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup, begin." A lumos light was thrown out across the field and the game began.