Disclaimer: Unless Dumbledore did the chicken dance in the Great Hall this morning, I do not own Harry Potter.
(AN) Wasn't Christmas great? I finally got a Wii! It's about time, too. I've been waiting FOREVER! Anyway, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Harry Potter and Some Really Bad Luck
It was the day of the match, and Remus was waiting impatiently at the bottom of the stairs.
"Harry! Are you almost packed?" He called. Harry had been upstairs most of the morning packing, and Remus just wanted to LEAVE!
The big black dog at his side huffed in amusement at his irritation, earning him a ferocious glare from Remus.
"Yeah, just about!" Harry's voice floated down to them. "And...done!" Harry flew out of his room with a suitcase in hand, charged down the steps, and blew past the surprised man and dog. He ran out the door and leaped into Remus's truck, excited to go to the Cup.
"I think he's ready," Remus stated looking down at the dog, "don't you?"
Sirius replied with a happy bark and sprinted out the open door to join Harry.
Remus rolled his eyes and smiled, running out to the truck after them. He sat in the front seat and started the ancient thing, and they were off to the Quidditch World Cup!
"Alright Padfoot," Remus said to the canine in the front seat, "when we get there don't go running off to get any lady's phone number alright?"
Sirius glared at the smiling Remus and Harry laughed till he turned purple, gasping for breath.
"Hey, Remus? Where is our tent going to be? Will it be next to the Weasley's?" Harry asked, hoping he would be next to Ginny, Ron, and Hermione (since Hermione would be in their tent).
"Yes, we will actually, but I don't want you running off to their tent right away, either. You and Sirius both need to stay at the tent until we get all set." Remus answered. Harry nodded. That made sense.
They continued to drive for another hour, and then the truck broke down. Remus frowned, and Harry let out a sigh of frustration. Sirius just whimpered.
"I'll go see what's wrong, you two just stay put," Remus told them.
He opened the door and walked around to the front of the truck, where he then lifted the hood. Smoke rolled out of the vehicle, making Remus cough and splutter. He looked into the truck with watering eyes to see that the engine had exploded. He had no idea how, but it had, and they were all stuck.
"Dammit," he muttered.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, sneaking up behind Remus.
He jumped a foot in the air and rounding on Harry, scolding, "I thought I told you to stay in the car!"
"Well, you took to long," Harry shrugged.
"Anyway," Remus said glaring, "the engine is dead, and we're stuck."
"Can't you just apparate? I mean, yeah, I'm under age, but I could just hold on to you." Harry said hopefully. He had never apparated before.
"No, I was never good at apparating and I really don't feel like getting splinched." Remus said, throwing that idea out the window.
Then the car door opened and out came Padfoot, who walked away, going unnoticed by the two werewolves.
He walked along the edge of the road until he found an empty beer bottle, which was only five steps away from the truck.
He picked it up with his teeth and ran to Remus with it, dropping the trash at the man's feet.
Remus looked at it for a minute confused. How was a beer bottle supposed to get them there? Then it dawned on him. "A portkey! Brilliant Padfoot! Why didn't I think of that?"
"We're using a portkey? What's that?" asked Harry. He had never heard of a portkey before.
"It's an enchanted object that once activated will take you to another location." Remus explained. He then took out his wand and muttered, "Portus." The beer bottle glowed briefly and Remus checked the road for any traffic. When he saw none he said, "Grab hold, you two."
Harry and Remus grabbed it and Sirius clamped his jaws down on it, then the bottle began to glow, and the all felt a tug at their navel and the ground left their feet, making Harry cry out in surprise. Then they all crashed down into the ground, Remus and Sirius staying on their feet, but Harry doing a face plant.
Sirius grinned a big goofy dog grin, and Harry threw him a dirty look.
Remus offered a hand which Harry grabbed, and was pulled to his feet. "Thanks," he said.
"No problem," Re us replied as two people flew over their heads on brooms. Harry grinned and rushed forward over the hill, quickly followed by Remus and Sirius. Once at the top of the hill he gasped. Splayed out before him were hundreds of tents and people. There were little stands there were even people running around on stilts!
"Welcome, Harry, to the Quidditch World Cup!" Remus exclaimed happily, and they all rushed down to find their tent.
After checking in with a very suspicious muggle who gave them their lot number, they rushed through the growing crowd to their spot. They found a very small tent at looked like it could barely house one person.
"Well, get in," said Remus almost crawling into the tent.
"What?" Harry mouthed in confusion. How were they all supposed to fit in there? They black dog beside in gave him an amused look as he trotted in.
Harry sighed and then crouched down low and squeezed into the tent. Once through the door he realized that he could stand up straight. He looked around and saw that the tent was HUGE on the inside, with beds and tables...It was like a house!
"I love magic." He grinned.
Ron and Harry were screaming at the top of their lungs in the very top of the stands watching the game excitedly. While Remus laughed at them, the rest of the Weasleys were doing the same thing, along with a barking and howling Sirius.
"Did you SEE that!" shouted Ron, "Krum just did a Wronski Feint!"
"That was amazing!" Harry agreed.
"Boys! Are you going to watch the game or daydream about Krum?" Hermione laughed.
Harry grinned and returned his attention to the game, listening to the commentary.
"And it's Mullet! Troy! Morgan! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Leveski! Moran!" screamed Ludo Bagman who was commentating.
Then Krum sped off, chasing after a glint of gold near the stands. His hands closed down on it and the crowd was in an uproar.
"Krum gets the snitch, but Ireland wins!" Bagman cried, looking close to tears. He had lost his bet that he had made with the twins only a few hours earlier.
"Wow! What a game!" Ron cheered. "I can't believe Krum would catch the snitch when he knew they would lose!"
"He probably knew that Bulgaria wouldn't catch up, so he decided to end the game," Harry said getting up from his seat, still exhilarated from just watching the game.
Sirius barked in agreement.
"Did you enjoy the game, Snuffles?" Harry smiled. Slowly but surely the group of friends was making their way back to the earth.
Ron suddenly stiffened beside him and made a sound of disgust.
"Huh, what happened Ron?" Harry said, sensing the hate coming off of him.
"It's him," Ron said, pointing to a blond in the crowd.
"Oh, Malfoy," said Harry with equal dislike.
"The blond looked up and smiled at hearing his name. "My father and I got to watch the game from the Minister's Box!" He yelled up smugly to them, "By personal invite of Cornelius Fudge himself!"
His father turned sharply around, hitting Draco in the stomach with his silver snake head cane. "Don't boast, Draco! There's no need with these people."
Now Harry's whole group was glaring at the two blonds. Lucius then looked at Harry. "Do enjoy yourself tonight, while you can." he said, smiling sickeningly.
Sirius growled menacingly at the blonds and Draco muttered, "Stupid mutt," under his breath. The Malfoys then melted into the crowd.
"Well," said Arthur, "I think it's time we headed back to the tents." Everyone nodded and soon they were at the bottom of the stadium, Malfoys already forgotten.
Ron was in a daze, saying, "He's like a bird the way he rides the wind! He's not an athlete, he's an artist!"
While the twins were shouting "Dumb Krum!" Ginny was saying, "I think you're in love Ron!"
"Shut up," Ron muttered as Harry laughed.
The twins took this opportunity to sing.
Fred sang, "Victor I love you!"
George sang, "Victor I do!"
Then all together the twins and Harry sang, "When we're apart my heart beats only for you!"
The whole group was in hysterics, but then all to soon the group came to the tents.
"Night guys," Harry said waving to the Weasleys and Hermione, his gaze lingering on Ginny as she blushed.
"Night Harry!" They all said together.
They all then retreated to their tents.
Over the next few hours songs of "Victor I Love You" could be heard coming from the Weasley's.
(AN) Here's chapter number...I forget. What chapter is it?