We stood on a seemingly deserted stretch of misty moor, standing there talking to Lucius were two grumpy-looking wizards dressed up as Muggles – sort of. One wore a tweed suit with thigh-high galoshes, the other a kilt and a poncho. I never realized how hard it was for a wizard to dress like a Muggle.

We walked up to them, no longer tired after being thrown to the ground.

The one with the galoshes consulted his list, "Malfoy... About a quarter of a mile's walk over there, second field you come to. Your Site Manager is Mr. Bumblebee."

"Aww... bumblebee," I said. Draco snorted.

We walked away through the mist that was just starting to clear as the sun came up over the horizon. About twenty minutes later we could see hundreds of tents that rose up the gentle slope of a large field toward a dark wood just on the horizon. A little more walking and we came up to a cottage door where a man with tousled gray hair stood. He wore wizarding robes so this was no Muggle, it made the Malfoys relax a touch. But we needed to pay him Muggle money so he could pay the person who owned all the land they were on.

I took out the Muggle money and asked, "How much was this?"

"Just a thirty – some wizards have been trying to give me Galleons, and I have to remind them that this is Muggle land," Mr. Bumblebee said. "Luckily they had me to tell them, but to those who have Muggles as their Site Managers, I hope they know what was expected. Some have brought tents that look more like miniature palaces."

"We brought one that's a little fancier than the regular ones," Lucius said as I gave Mr. Bumblebee the money and counted what I had leftover, wondering curiously if it was enough to adopt Lissy. "But it won't be too fancy, I assure you."

Mr. Bumblebee bowed his head to us, gave us a map of the campsite, and went to go help another wizard who just came along.

Lucius led us through the long line of tents – more of which were regal-looking rather than normal. We finally reached a tight space with a small sign hammered into the ground that read MALFOY. A very short distance away was the field where the match was to take place.

"Is this space big enough for your tent?" I asked, looking at the tents next to us. To our left was a long line of Bulgarian tents and to our right were a surprising number of tents that looked like my definition of a Hobbit hole.

The Bulgarian flag – white, green, and red – sat high above them, fluttering the light breeze. They were bedecked with plant life and every last one of them had the exact same poster of a guy with a surly face with heavy, black eyebrows just blinking and scowling.

The little Hobbit holes had roundish looking wooden doors that opened in and out, but the rest of it looked like the fabric of a regular tent. Only they had little mail boxes and gardens out front as though they were their own mini homes.

"We have enough room," Lucius said, looking around him cautiously before taking out his wand. With a wave, the tent set itself up. I shook my head regrettably. There was no magic allowed on these Muggle grounds The tent itself was just as fancy as much of the others, it had the Bulgarian colors on it and looked like a mini-castle. Yeah, right, only a little fancier my ass.

Inside it was surprisingly bigger than it looked on the outside. It was two floors, about five rooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a dining room. It was actually quite nice.

"You want to go out for a bit?" Draco asked once we got settled in.

"Sure," I said, following him out of the tent. "Who's that on the Bulgarian posters?"

"Oh, that's Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker! He's the best Seeker in the world!"

"Wow..." I'm not really interested anyways.

We went outside the area of the tents and Draco took out his wand. "Did you know that although we aren't allowed to use magic, underage wizards have no restrictions while we're here at the World Cup? Father told me in case I wanted the time to practice."

I smiled, "Have you read your books yet to see what spells we'll be doing this year?"

He shook his head firmly, "Please, I like to enjoy my summer vacation away from school work." He waved his arm around as he talked. He didn't notice but, whenever it started to point at me, I immediately ducked.

"Um, Draco –"

Too late. Sparks burst out of his wand and hit a nearby tree. It toppled over, hit in such a way that it looked like a clean cut from an axe. The tree started to fall in our direction.

I whipped out my wand, "Arresto Momentum!" The tree's descent slowed, and I grabbed Draco's shirt, walking with him until we were out of the way when it gently touched the ground.

About a dozen Ministry members Apparated around us, looking at the tree.

"Who knocked it over?" a stiff, obviously strong rule-stickler barked at us. He was an elderly man, uptight and with short gray hair that was almost unnaturally straight. He followed the rules of Muggle dressing so thoroughly that even I could have mistaken him for a Muggle.

"That's Barty Crouch..." Draco whispered in my ear before saying, "I'm sorry, it was me, I did it by accident."

"That's big of you," I said in surprise. Barty Crouch! was being shouted at the back of my mind. Wonder what he has his son doing while he's out working... maybe still keeping him at home under a continued Imperius Curse?

Mr. Crouch looked over the tree, and then back to us. "Did you use the charm to slow its descent too?"

"I did that," I said. I could sense his feelings of incredulousness, though his face remained serious.

Another man came along, a rather childish look in his eyes. He wore the most 'out there' kind of clothes imaginable. An enormous picture of a wasp on bright yellow and black Quidditch robes. He was a Ministry member, but the Quidditch robes suggested he played on a Quidditch team when he was younger. His nose was squashed – possibly from a stray Bludger – he had blond hair, a rosy complexion, and round blue eyes.

"What's going on here, Barty?" he asked, sounding rather overenthusiastic about something.

"An accident," he said curtly. "We'll have to get this tree out of here somehow."

"Why not use Reparo?" Draco asked me in a whisper.

I whispered back, "A tree is life Draco. It's not like you can cut a person's head off, use the Repairing Charm and they're all right again." Draco couldn't help his laughing.

Lucius Malfoy appeared by Mr. Crouch. Draco's laughter died down instantly.

"Ah, Lucius," Mr. Crouch said. "I believe this is your son – he accidentally knocked down the tree, and this girl helped slowed it's descent."

Lucius looked it over and said, "Impeccable job, Melody." He turned back to Mr. Crouch, "Did any Muggles see this?"

"It's looks like there's no –" Ludo began to say when someone from behind us shouted.

"We saw!"

Mr. Crouch went around behind Draco and I. Why does that voice sound familiar…?

"I need to talk to you, Draco," Lucius said. "Melody, you can go watch them talk to that Mudblood over there while we leave for a bit."

They walked away, and I rolled my eyes. Becky would just love to hear about this.

I turned to see the men and froze.

"You're all wizards, aren't you?" the Muggle man said. His brown hair was balding and his stomach poked out a bit much like Ludo's. He had a little boy with him who had curly brown hair. It… it is him… I thought in shock.

"You seem to know a lot about us," Mr. Crouch said. "What are you doing here?"

"I've just come from America to look for my ex wife and stepdaughter – I heard people say wizards and Muggles as I searched in the town nearby. I thought I'd come over to see what this was all about. I have continuously heard the word Quidditch."

Mr. Crouch raised his wand, likely to do the Memory Charm. The Muggle man closed his eyes to await the blow and the little boy just looked around him in utter fascination, completely oblivious as to what would happen.

"Wait!" I said, running over.

Mr. Crouch turned quickly, looking ready to scold me.

I stopped next to Mr. Crouch and looked at the man, "Jim?"

He opened his eyes to look at me and his mouth dropped open. "M-Melody? Is that really you?" It seemed as though he were about to burst into tears, his brown eyes looking too ecstatic to resist a hug from him. He ran forward to hug me. "How long has it been?"

I gave a small chuckle as his familiar scent, like fresh paper, wafted over me in waves. He was a writer at a local newspaper office back in Colorado. I always loved visiting there just for the refreshing smell.

"You know this man?" Ludo asked, looking quite interested.

I nodded, still in Jim's arms."It's been a while. Can you go notify my mom, Orele Ollivander, so she can come get them and get them settled into our home?"

They all left and Jim let go of me. "Fourteen, right? You're already such a beautiful young woman."

I smiled up at him. Then I looked to the little boy. "Hey," I said softly, kneeling down next to him. "I'm your older sister, Melody... what's your name?"

He looked shyly away from me, his fascination gone now that someone was trying to talk to him.

Jim chuckled, "That's Nick. He's a shy one, even more than you ever were."

I stood as I heard a pop from behind me, "I'm even less of a shy one now..."

"She's also one of the best students in her school," I heard mom say. I turned my head a slight bit to see the both of them hugging each other tightly.

"Aww, it's a family reunion," I said with a babylike voice. They laughed. Even Nick couldn't help it.

"Nick," Jim said, letting go of mom to kneel down next to him. "Meet your mother and your sister."

Nick's eyes widened up at mom with strong happiness. "Momma?" he finally asked.

Mom Disapparated to the Ollivander Home with Jim and Nick. I went back to the tent for the rest of the day. Draco sulked for most of it. Once dusk came and magic filled the air, he was happier, and the Ministry had to stop trying to keep anyone from casting spells. The fight would have been absolutely futile.

Salesmen had Apparated to empty spots every few feet so when Draco and I got out of the tent we saw small shops that we rushed to for stuff to buy.

We looked at what they had to sell with excitement. They had tiny models of Firebolts that actually flew, models of the players that actually walked around, and bunches of other things. Draco got a model of Viktor Krum; I got two Firebolt models – one for Marcus, another for Lissy – and a Bulgarian scarf for Becky with a lion on it that really roared.

"It's about to start!" Draco said excitedly, grabbing my arm. "Let's go!"