"CHARLIE!" Charlie was nearly bowled over by his six younger brothers and sisters as he came through the front door. Bill was at the table home from work laughing at the scene.

"SHOW US THE TICKETS!" Fred and George demanded.

"FRED AND GEORGE!" Mrs. Weasley yelled from the sink. "That's no way to greet your brother when he returns from abroad!"

"Relax, Mum!" Charlie said laughing. "See?" He pulled ten slips of parchment out of his wallet. Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie had all pitched in to buy the tickets for the family.

"HECK BLOODY YEAH!" Ron cheered fist-pumping the air.

"RONALD!" The ten year old blushed. He had picked up certain phrases from Fred and George as well as hanging around thirteen year-old Cedric Diggory when he, Harry, and Cedric would play Qudditch in the Diggory or Weasley back yard.

"I have the best dad and big brothers ever!" Harry cheered.

"WE'RE GOING TO A QUIDDITCH GAME! WE'RE GOING TO A QUIDDITCH GAME!" Ron, Harry, and Ginny chanted as they skipped around the kitchen. Indeed they were. They would watch a minor league game between London Lightning Bolts take on the Dublin Loony Leprechauns the next day.

Qudditch fever took the Wealsey house by storm beginning that evening. Ron and Harry were throwing dinner rolls across the table pretending they were quaffles. Ginny was making up songs and cheers she wanted to sing during the game. Bill and Charlie discussing their favorite players on each team. Fred picked a meatball off of his plate and threw it at George pretending it was a bludger. George took a serving spoon to use as a bat. He missed the meatball but hit Percy square in the glasses. They stopped promptly when Mrs. Weasley threatened to vanish the food before everyone could eat thirds.

"I'm going to watch the seeker." Harry said laying on the top bunk in his and Ron's room.

"You'll try out for the Hogwarts team when we go?" Ron asked.

"Yeah." Harry said excitedly. "Besides, Fred and George will have my back." Ron grinned. Fred and George were beaters on the Griffyndor Team.

"Yeah." Ron said wistfully. "Imagine – if Fred or George made the pros. We could get all their jerseys and badges and hats and stuff for free!" They looked around at their 'wallpaper' which was their collection of Quiddich players' pictures cut from magazines, newspapers, and the occasional book bought at the second hand store. "Didn't your dad – Mr. Potter – wasn't he on the Hogwarts team?"

"Yeah." Harry said. He jumped down from his bunk and pulled out a well thumbed-through scrapbook that he had gotten a week ago for his tenth birthday. "Here." Ron squinted in the moonlight at a picture of James Potter standing on the Qudditch pitch with his Griffyndor team.

"You're looking more like him. Mum says that a lot." Harry nodded. "I bet you could've gone to loads of games with them." Harry shrugged. "You don't think that would be cool?"

"Not as cool as going with you lot." Harry said grinning. "Going anywhere with six brothers is loads of awesome insanity." The boys chuckled.

"Boys?" Mrs. Weasley stopped in front of their door. "I still hear you two talking. Get to bed! You have an early morning tomorrow!"

"Yes, Mum!" Harry and Ron called. Harry put the scrapbook on their bedside table before climbing back to the top bunk.

The day of the game was Qudditch Day at the Weasley house. Harry and Ron went through their wardrobe and found Qudditch jerseys, hats, and badges to wear. Fred and George managed to force Percy into a Chudley Cannons jersey and Ginny found red and blue ribbons to match the London Lightning Bolts' colors. Harry gave her an extra jersey to wear. "Kids – KIDS!" Mrs. Weasley yelled above the din of the eight children cheering and running around the kitchen making sandwiches to eat during the game. "We're taking a portkey to the pitch which is outside of London. You guys will stick together, understood?"

"Yes, Mum!" Eight voices chorused. Mr. Weasley disappeared to the garage and returned with a well worn Quaffle.

"Gather around, kids, Molly!" Mr. Weasley called. Ten eager hands reached out and touched the Quaffle. They felt the familiar tug around their navel before landing in a large park near a Quidditch pitch surrounded by wooden bleachers. They hurried to the box-office where other spectators were in line. Mr. Weasley counted to make sure everyone was present and then presented the tickets to the attendant.

"Enjoy the game, mates!" The attendant called cheerily.

"YEAH!" Harry and Ron cheered as they high-fived. They sat next to Fred and George who were betting on the game with the sweets they had brought from home. The sun was shining and a light breeze was keeping the morning cool.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Welcome to the Great Brittan Minor League Championship Game!" The announcer called on a magical megaphone. The Weasleys along with the crowd cheered as the two teams walked onto the pitch.

"LONDON LIGHTNING BOLTS! YEAH!" Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron, and Harry called.

"LICK THE LEOPARDS!" Ginny called. Harry and Ron doubled over in laughter.

"It's Leprechauns, sis." Harry said in between laughter. "But good one anyway!"

"AAAAND THEY'RE OFF!" The cheers swelled from either side of the pitch depending on who scored. Harry gasped as the Seeker flew a mere ten feet over the stands.

"MUM! MUM! DID YOU SEE THAT?" Harry yelled. "THE SEEKER IS SO COOL!" Fred and George were watching the Lighting Bolts' beaters.

"GET IT! HIT IT! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!" Fred hollered as one of the beaters nearly missed hitting the bludger away from one of the chasers.

"FREDRICK WEASLEY!" Mrs. Weasley yelled at her son. "Not in front of your younger siblings!" To her dismay, Harry, Ginny, and Ron were laughing at Fred. "Come on, kids!" Molly called. "You can do it! Go Bolts!"

"Mum – it's not Hogwarts!" Bill called laughing.

"Well, they're all young like you kids!"

"Atta boy!" Mr. Weasley cheered as a chaser scored for the Lightning Bolts. All ten Weasleys cheered adding to the roar of the crowd on the London side of the bleachers.

"LONDON SCORES! 75 – 45 LIGHTING BOLTS! I say, being on home turf is really helping this lot today!" Even Percy was enjoying himself watching the players fly across the pitch. He didn't quite understand the game like the rest of his family, but he was glad he was there.

"GET THE SNITCH!" Harry called.

"Where?" Mr. Weasley asked. Harry pointed to a spot about fifty yards away.

"It's that flickering thing!" Harry called.

"Blimey!" Mr. Weasley said squinting. "You just might be right, son!" Just then the London Seeker swooped down and grabbed at the air near the spot where Harry pointed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAND THE SNITCH IS CAUGHT!" The London fans cheered and stomped on the bleachers.

"WE WON! WE WON! YEAH! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" All eight Weasley kids cheered. They held out their hands as the London Team did a victory lap around the pitch. To Harry's delight, the Seeker high-fived him from his broom. Mr. Weasley looked at his youngest son to see dreams of the holding the Quidditch Cup in his eyes. He smiled at him.

"DAD! THIS IS LIKE THE BEST DAY EVER!" Harry cheered. Mr. Weasley smiled.

"I'm glad, son, I'm glad!" Mr. Weasley laughed before wrapping him in a hug. He knew his whole family would treasure this memory for the rest of their lives.