Do I really need to keep putting up "I don't own this" disclaimers or is it more of an understood thing by now?

The Quidditch World Cup

There was a palpable excitement all around the Weasley house. Everyone couldn't wait for the World cup to begin. It wasn't just the surprise that Mr. Weasley managed to get tickets, it was the fact he got tickets for the Top Box at the Quidditch World Cup! Everyone was very excited- even the twins and Percy were getting along.

But even through the excitement, the trio were still on edge. Not because they were in danger. More to do with the fact that they knew Bill and Charlie were watching them. Ron had been right. Those two wouldn't leave them alone forever. It wasn't obnoxious or anything but it was a bit concerning that the three of them were never alone together for more than a few minutes.

However, Harry did manage to get Ron and Hermione alone to tell them two things. First was the whole nightmare that caused his scar to burn. While both of them did freak out, they agreed they should wait for Remus's and Sirius's response before they did anything. Second was the strange relationship his mother had with Snape. Both Ron and Hermione wanted Harry to read more about it. At first he thought it was because they just wanted to know what happened between the two. But then he realized that wasn't the reason, his friends simply wanted him to read more about his mother because it made Harry happy. He was truly grateful to have the best friends in the world.

But it's not like he had a lot of time to read at the Burrow. With Mrs. Weasley waking the whole family up at eight in the morning and then being surrounded by all the other Weasleys until almost midnight... there really wasn't a good time for Harry to be reading his mother's secret journals. Ron and Hermione also had to cut back on the reading. Considering they were reading some pretty heavy stuff, they didn't want to take the chance that Bill or Charlie would find out.

They only managed to read about one hour in the morning before breakfast. It was a pain to go through, but they weren't taking any risks. But it wasn't a total waste. They did manage to get in a lot more exercise. But the three were smart enough to cleverly disguise the fact that they wanted to work out. Running excessively was Harry and Hermione teaching the Weasleys about the wonderful muggle game of tag. In which they found out that Harry was not only the fastest of the bunch, but also had the most stamina. Another time Ron challenged Harry to a push-up competition, which later Hermione was "forced" to participate in. (Ron won) As well as pull up and sit up competitions.( Hermione won both of those. Who knew tree climbing would have given her such an edge against the boys.) No one had any suspicious thoughts about the trios sudden passion for exercise. They just assumed it just a friendly rivalry For once, luck was in their favor.

Finally the morning of the Quidditch World Cup was upon them. Well, morning was pushing it. The sun hadn't even risen yet. But it wasn't much of an issue for Mrs. Weasley to wake up the trio, they were used to waking up early. However Ginny, Fred, and George took a lot more time to get out of bed.. Hermione had to practically carry Ginny to her seat at the table. Mrs. Weasley had made them a delicious and filling breakfast, how she was able to wake up much earlier than them and still have a chipper attitude, Harry didn't know. But she did.

"Okay, kids. Two things, first I'll be going to Diagon Alley today so give me your school supply lists and I'll get them with no problem. Second You'll all be leaving for the Cup in ten minutes. Make you have everything you want to take with you." Mrs. Weasley said.

" Wait, what about Bill, Charlie, and Percy?" Fred asked.

"Oh, they're having a bit of a lie in-"

This seemed to have waken Ginny up completely. " How come they get to sleep in?"

" They're all old enough to apparate and they will see you later. Now all of you get ready. And bring me your lists"

Ginny did not look happy, she marched back upstairs getting her supply list. The other five teens went up to their respective rooms and got their lists. However Ginny still hadn't come down.

When Mr. Weasley came down a little later wearing his best muggle attire. Which Harry and Hermione had to confirm that he looked very much like a muggle. They all waited several minutes before Ginny finally came down stairs with the single most innocent smile he had ever seen. Ginny had given her list to her mother with a quick "It was under my bed" and walked right over next to Harry and Ron.

"What did you do?" Ron asked quietly enough that only Ginny and the trio could hear.

"Nothing that you need to worry about." Ginny replied sweetly.

"Alright ," Mr. Weasley said. " We've got a bit of a walk if we're going to make it to the World Cup."

"Wait. We're walking to the World Cup? Is it really that close?" Harry asked confused.

"No, we just need a reach Portkey." Mr. Weasley answered, liked it explained everything. Harry gave Ron a helpless look.

" It's a way of travel, kind of like floo powder."

"Oh."

Mr. Weasley kissed his wife goodbye and the seven were off.

All seven of them managed to walk all the way to the Portkey, even if everyone besides the trio was a little winded after climbing the last hill.

"Okay kids, now look around for the Portkey. It is usually something unobstructive, like litter. Something that muggles wouldn't nose around."

And with those vague instructions Mr. Weasley gave them, they all split off looking for… something. They all stopped in their search through when they heard an unfamiliar male voice.

"Arthur! The Portkey's over here."

They all walked towards the voice. While walking towards the man, Harry did noticed someone he did recognize,Cedric Diggory. Harry liked Cedric, last year several dementors attacked him during a Quidditch match.( Don't ask.) Harry had passed out, and sometime before Harry hit the ground, Cedric had caught the snitch. But the Hufflepuff seeker had demanded a rematch when he found out the Harry had been taken out of the game. Cedric was a good guy. Although, his father on the other hand…

" Good to see you Arthur. Those all yours?"

" Only the red heads Amos. The other two are my youngest son's friends, Hermione and Harry ."

"Harry- Harry Potter?"

This began a whole conversation about how Cedric beat the great Harry Potter in a Quidditch match. Normally people would thank him on "defeating the Dark Lord" and on one very rare occasion, bow to him. However Mr. Diggory went with a different tactic.

"Er, uh, yes."

"Oh Cedric has told me all about you. About how how you competed against each other last year. From what I heard it was a great match. But in the end my son did beating you in the match-"

"Dad," Cedric interrupted. " The dementors attacked him and he fell off his broom."

" Ah, but you didn't fall off your broom."

"I would have if the dementors had surrounded me." Cedric muttered under his breath.

" Oh, always the humble one, my son."

Mr. Diggory went on to talk about how amazing his son was for the next couple of minutes. How he managed not to notice his son blushing profusely and rubbing his temples, Harry didn't know.

Personally, Harry also felt awkward with what Mr. Diggory was saying. Mostly because he felt bad for Cedric. He saw that Hermione was trying to give Cedric a sympathetic smile, while Ron was looking mighty interested at the grass. Fred and George were using all there self control not to tell Mr. Diggory that Gryffindor still won the house cup. The pair almost let him have it but Harry gave a look telling them not to make it worse. Ginny was just trying her best not to laugh at the entire situation, especially since Mr. Diggory had started telling a story about Cedric when he was a toddler. Cedric's whole face was scarlet.

Finally Mr. Weasley came to rescue when he said, " Oh Portkey leaves in less then a minute. Everyone just needs to touch it with a finger." Mr. Weasley mostly said that for Harry and Hermione's benefit. It was a bit crowded for all nine of them but they all were touching the portkey, an old brown boot, Mr. Diggory was holding.

Harry had a funny thought of some muggle walking up the hill only to discover nine people, two adults all huddled around an old boot. He almost laughed, however a strong pull from his navel pulling them towards- well Harry assumed their destination.

Suddenly the pulling stopped, and Harry fell straight to the ground. Although it did make Harry feel a little better that most everyone else fell to. ( Except for Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric.)

Everyone got up and the Diggorys and Weasley party left. Although Cedric did apologize for how his father was acting.

Their party of seven had managed to pay for their campground and managed to set up the tents, all without magic. Even though Harry and Hermione did most of the work in setting up camp. Although Harry thought it was worth the work. The tents were like Mary Poppins bag, much, much bigger on the inside.

Then Mr. Weasley asked if the trio would go get water from the tap. They jumped at the chance. The three of them managed to get about one hundred feet from their campsite before started whispering to them about what they should do.

" Do you think we should have a talk here? I mean, Bill and Charlie are still at the Burrow and we probably won't have another chance like this again until Hogwarts."

"As much as I would like to talk, I don't want to risk anyone over hearing us." Hermione said.

"Yeah, I'm with Hermione," Ron said. "As much as I don't want to wait until Hogwarts, we have to be careful. The last thing we need is some bloke over hearing us and running to the Daily Prophet claiming that the Boy Who Lived and his friends are plotting to take over the world."

Harry nodded. " Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, just wanted to get your opinions to see if it was worth the risk."

"Okay, how about this." Ron started. " School is less than two weeks away, and since we won't talk about any of our progress until then… what if we just took a break. We've been working our asses off all summer, so how about we just not worry about needing to talk, learning in secret, finding stupid reasons to exercise so my family doesn't get suspicious… Let's just enjoy ourselves for these next few days."

Harry thought it over. "That's a good point. We're going to burn out if we keep trying to do this."

"I have no problems with it. It's been stressful trying to do research with Ginny in the same room as me. I have to keep looking back at her because I thought she had woken up… Yes, I'm perfectly fine with taking a break until school."

With all of them in agreement the trio went off, trying to enjoy the World Cup to the fullest.

Percy Weasley was woken up by his alarm… which was strange considering his mother normally woke him up when he was at home…

'Oh that's right.' he thought to himself. ' She said she would be in Diagon Alley getting his siblings, Harry and Hermione's school supplies.' He hated to admit this but he hated how he acted in the mornings. It takes him forever to fully wake up. He had to bribe his dormmates with free tutoring so they wouldn't tell anyone.( Mostly the twins, they would have a field day with that.)

Percy wasn't sure how long he was lying in his bed, but one look at the clock told him he had to wake up. ' Half past nine' But it wasn't like he was complaining. This was the latest he's slept in for months. But of course good things all must come at a price.

"Oh for fucks sake!" Percy heard Charlie scream through his bed room walls. "Demons! When I get my hands on you…"

Percy wondered what Fred and George did this time when he looked in the mirror. He didn't have to wonder anymore. His skin was dull green while his hair was neon yellow.

"Oh come on!" Percy shouted at nobody in particular. But Charlie must have heard him because he immediately came into his room.

"They get you too?" Charlie asked. His skin was currently dark navy with bright pink hair.

"What do you think?" Percy asked rhetorically.

"Just asking. Anyway do you have any antidote to this or are we just screwed?"

Percy just rolled his eyes at his older brother. He grabbed his old school cauldron and started making the antidote. Luckily it would only take ten minutes.

But that got Percy thinking, Fred and George haven't used pranks like this in years. They were "too simple" in the twins opinion.

Percy was brought out of his train of thought by Charlie muttering. " How did they do it? You and I both put wards up so those two couldn't enter at all…"

'Oh right' Percy thought. Ever since he could do magic legally at home he's warded his prankster brothers out of his room. It's been wonderful. But back to the topic at hand.

" Maybe they forced one of the others two come in and do it?"

Percy didn't think so. " No, Hermione doesn't approve of pranks, the twins are nice to Harry and wouldn't force him to do anything, Ron hates the twins pranks as we do, and nobody can tell Ginny what to do."

Charlie deflated and Percy couldn't blame him. The idea of the twins breaking down their wards that was specifically meant to keep them out was troubling…

" Oh bloody hell!" Bill exclaimed form his room. Percy and Charlie shared a look. Why were they looking at each other? Because they wanted to make sure they heard that correctly. There was no way Bill was also pranked. It was the twins only rule. They just didn't prank Bill. Why? No one was sure. It was just the twins strange rule system they placed for themselves.

Clearly Charlie didn't believe his ears. " Bill… were you pranked?"

"Yes. Is there an antidote around?"

" I'm making it now." Percy said stirring the potion. " It's almost done."

" Be right down."

Percy and Charlie shared another look. Bill WAS pranked… Maybe the twins didn't pull the prank. So who was it? Ron? No, Hermione would never let him. Harry? No, again, Hermione wouldn't let that happen.

Oh no. That only left one person.

Bill walked in with his pink skin and pure white hair. "Guys I don't think Ginny liked the fact that we got to sleep in while she didn't." He handed his brothers a piece of parchment the read "If my morning sucks then your morning is going to suck. Love your favorite baby sister."

" Oh shit what are we going to do." Charlie asked.

Percy looked to his brother for guidance, hoping he would have an answer.

" I don't know." That was the last thing Percy wanted to hear.

" Come on you have to have some kind of idea." Charlie demanded.

" All of my ideas of getting her back only lead to more negative consequences for us."

"What do you mean?" Percy asked.

" If we tell Mom and Dad what she did she'll get in trouble- however the twins will find out about it and might recruit her. Something I'm sure would lead to some sort of civil war between us." Percy thought he was being over- dramatic but he understood the point. The twins didn't need any more help with their pranks.

" SO what? We- We just do nothing?" Charlie asked.

" We don't have much of a choice. Besides I'm pretty sure she has dirt on all of us, so what needs to happen is that the three of us need to make some sort of agreement with her so she won't do something like this again… I'll think of something."

" She started this, so now we need to appease her just to end it?"

" I don't see you coming up with any other suggestions." Bill said.

" Done." Percy said, trying to stop their upcoming argument. The three of them conjured goblets and drank. It tasted awful but it got the job done. The were back to their normal selves again.

" Look," Bill started " I know we want Ginny to get some sort of consequences for pranking us but this has to be done with caution. We all know this. Just give me some time and let me handle this, okay? I work with Goblins for a living. I know how to make a deal." Percy imagined Bill meant to say it with more confidence, but his tone came off a bit pathetic. Not that he blamed him. If there was one thing every Weasley brother knew, it was to never upset Ginny. She was truly her mother's daughter. Percy did not envy Bill, but was certainly happy that he wasn't going to be the one to comfort her.

The trio eventually came back with some water after a while. There were a LOT of familiar faces at the camp. Cho, Seamas, Dean, and many other classmates. The trio all silently agreed it was nice to just enjoy the moment instead of worrying about the future.

For the most part the trio just played (muggle) games with the other Weasleys. Mr. Weasley was having a blast playing. However he couldn't play for long, many of Mr. Weasley's fellow Ministry friends kept popping to talk to him. It seemed like Mr. Weasley knew everyone at the Ministry. Which would explain how he was able to score nine top box tickets.

Around ten in the morning Bill, Charlie, and Percy apparted in. And for some reason Harry didn't understand why they were all giving Ginny annoyed looks but he didn't question it. It was most likely a sibling thing neither he nor Hermione understood.

After a few more hours of goofing around, betting their life savings ( Fred and George), and making lunch the muggle way. The ten of them started walking to their seats. It took forever to make it towards the top, but it was well worth it. The view was spectacular. They would be able to see everything from up here.

Of course there were downsides to having the top box. Now Harry could complain that the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was treating Harry like an old friend. Which Harry found really weird, but he didn't arrest Harry last summer after blowing up his aunt so he didn't say anything. The Bulgarian Minister also seemed to know who he was… for the most part everyone else was pretty cool. Well, Mr. Crouch's house elf Winky was a bit odd. But the only other house elf Harry had met was Dobby, so Winky was down right normal in comparison.

The game set to start- 30 seconds ago? Harry wondered why Mr. Fudge and Mr. Bagman hadn't started the game. Especially because the crowd only seemed to get louder with every passing second. Harry looked around and he thought he figured out why it was being delayed. Three seats were still empty. Which only served to annoy him. Who the hell thought they were so important that they would hold up the Quidditch World Cup? In hindsight the answer was obvious.

The Malfoys. Who else would it have been? The glided into the Top Box like they were expecting to be worshiped for showing their faces. And well that's exactly what Minister Fudge did. He greeted them like how most would treat royalty. Harry knew that the Malfoys were rich but the way Fudge was bending over backwards for them… maybe Draco WAS more of a threat then he thought. Something he really need to learn more about…

Somehow Fudge asked if Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley were acquainted. Harry had a suppressed the urge to laugh. The last time they were "acquainted" was when Mr. Weasley started a fist fight with Malfoy before their second year.

Harry decided to save Mr. Weasley the trouble for answering. " Oh, we're acquainted all right." Harry said in a bright, happy voice. " In fact Draco and I are in the same year, and also both play seekers on are respected house Quidditch teams. I hope you had a good summer, Draco." The last sentence was directed at all of the Malfoys. It was Harry subtle way of saying 'You want to start something or do you want to keep your reputation in check?' He could tell they all caught on to it by the quick glare they sent at him. However his father did respond by gripping Draco's shoulder, clearly telling him to answer in a civil way. "It was a lovely summer, thank you for asking." The pure disgust Harry saw in Draco's eyes filled him with such glee that he didn't have to force a smile when he said " That's good to hear."

The conversation was cut short when Fudge noticed that the game should probably start. Fudge told Ludo Bagman to start the commentary. He announced the teams mascots while Ron and Hermione pulled Harry down to talk to him.

" What was that about mate?" Ron asked.

" We've been handling the Malfoy situation all wrong. I've come up with a much better idea then just arguing with the git so Snape can give us detention."

" What's that?" Hermione asked.

" Later." Harry said, after seeing Ginny looking at them with a questioning look.

The other two dropped the topic and instead looked at the mascots. The Irish had these extravagant leprechauns that gave out free gold at the end of their performance. While the Bulgarian's mascot were… they were the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He had to prove his love and devotion to these beautiful creatures. He needed to show an act of love! But what could he do! He should jump off from the Top Box, that would surely get there attention. But would that be good enough?

"Harry! Ron! What are you doing?" A voice Harry found familiar but couldn't place said. Harry didn't linger on that thought though. He was too busy being distraught that mysterious voice had turned him around so now he couldn't see the beautiful women.

That's when Hermione slapped him.

"Ow! What was that for?" he asked.

Hermione didn't dignify that with a response. She simply slapped Ron next.

" Bloody hell, Hermione. That hurt."

"Good." Hermione huffed. " You want to tell me why you two thought it was a great idea to jump off from the Top Box. You two could have died."

" We tried to do what?" Harry asked. He didn't remember that.

"I wouldn't be too hard on them, Hermione." Bill said to her. " Veela have that effect on men. They have some sort of aura around them that makes the men around them turn into complete morons."

Harry had thought that these Veela creatures had very similar connections to Sirens from the Greek myths he was forced to read in elementary school.

"Is there a way to fight the Veela aura?" Harry asked.

" The older you get the easier it becomes… of course constantly being around them helps you get use to their aura and can help you build up an immunity."

" And you know this how?" Ron asked.

" Training for Gringotts is not a laughing matter."

And with that Bill went over to check over on his other siblings. Charlie didn't look impressed by the veela. Percy looked like he was getting a headache. Fred and George were being turned around by their father and Bill. While Ginny kept looking at the Veela in awe and was slightly blushing. At some point the Veela were called away, so it was safe to look back towards the stadium.

Fudge must have been under the Veelas charm because it took the Bulgarian Minister to flick him for him to notice his surroundings again. After that , Ludo Bagman started announcing again.

Suddenly nothing else mattered. Harry was about to witness the greatest Quidditch match of his life. Harry was going to enjoy himself at this match and there was nothing that would ruin this.

" And Theeeeeey're off."

Wow. What a happy chapter… this can only lead to good things right?

Now I must ask for some feedback

First did you like the first person point of view of Percy? I wasn't to sure about it.

Second, do any of you have anything to add to my writing style? I'm always hoping to improve and won't be offended.

Third, Did you guys like the comedic style of the prank part of the chapter? I always felt like Ginny was the one who wore the pants in the family so it would be realistic that her brothers were "scared" of her.

Finally if you guys have any suggestions for the fic let me know. I would really appreciate it. Sometimes reading other peoples ideas can help me get over writer's block.

Thank you all for giving me a chance!

Until next time!