Chapter 36

August 15th, 1990

England

The Delcour group of half a dozen people slowly trekked towards the Quidditch Stadium surrounded by thousands of other people that were crowding in to watch the match.

Even for people like Fleur who were not interested in Quidditch, the mood of anticipation created an electrifying feeling that was hard to overcome.

Due to Sebastian's government connections, they had been able to get seats that were pretty high up in the stadium. Not as high up as in the Minister Box but still pretty close to it.

Isaac and Sebastian were chatting excitedly about the Canada-Scotland Match that was rumored to be a strong match that should produce a great game.

They would be rooting for Scotland and wearing their white and blue as it was the closest home team in their area.

Trekking up the stairs into their seats they were all in a giddy mood.

Gabby was trying to jump up to try and see where they were going but she was too short to see over everyone else.

Smiling Harry hoisted up the giggling girl so that she could see everything going on around them.

"This way everyone," Sebastian said needing to shout over the loud roar of the crowd and show their group to their seats.

Following the elder Delcour statesman up the stairs, they finally reached a relatively small balcony overlooking the field.

It seemed a bit inadequate to fit their group but Harry supposed it was nice that the area was slightly quieter than the area shortly outside.

"The match is getting ready to start soon," Isaac said excitedly taking his spot.

Sebastian and Appoline then found their seats to sit in shortly followed by Fleur and Harry.

There were a few chuckles then when Gabby instead of sitting in her seat decided to plop herself in Harry's lap.

"She likes you Arry" Fleur whispered to him mirth in her eyes.

Harry just grumbled but let the little girl do what she wanted to do even after she kept squirming around trying to find a comfortable position.

As Harry looked around, he found that there were plenty of other people sitting in the box with them none of which he really knew More people poured into the stadium. It was amazing how many people were at this game! There seemed to be thousands and thousands of them. Music was playing, and Harry could see the pitch down below. It looked spectacular.

And then the voice of the British Minister of Magic Millicent Bagnold came rushing over the stadium.

. "Ladies and gentlemen!" she said. "Welcome, welcome, welcome, to the final of the four hundred and twenty-first Quidditch World Cup!"

The whole crowd began to holler and clap, and thousands of flags waved. National anthems started blaring, and it ended up as a very discordant noise

Bagnold then shouted into the microphone "Now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Canadian National Quidditch Team! I give you Martin! Bartlett! Hayden! Kuchel! Murphy! Russell and JORDAN

Roars of approval went up from the Canadian supporters

"Now, here come the Scottish National Quidditch Team!" Bagman yelled. "I present to you-Carlson! Glenn! Smith! Anderson! Crawford! Douglass! And HAWKINS!

Seven more figures zoomed out and took their positions on the pitch. Harry saw that Hawkins was smaller than the rest of them; he was obviously the Scottish team's Seeker. Bagnold then introduced the referee, Hassan Mostafa.

"Now, let the game BEGIN!" she roared. The cheering was so loud it almost deafened Harry and caused Gabby to cling to his chest.

Then the game was on! Harry sped up and slowed down his pair of omnioculars he had gotten shortly before the game as it progressed. Professional Quidditch was nothing like he'd imagined based on what he had heard from his father. The players were so quick, it was unbelievable! The match was also quite dirty, as predicted. The players tried to cheat, several times resulting in Mostafa blowing the whistle a number of times. Sebastian was screaming himself hoarse, and Isaac was also letting go of some of his inhibitions and yelling out for his home team. Everyone Harry was with was supporting Scotland

Of course, though the fast flying had the unintended consequence of scaring the girls...

Gabby many times chose to bury her face in his chest and Fleur would grasp his hand hard when some of the players moved really fast or did a crazy move.

Soon after about three hours of the game, the score now read 160-120, Canada. "If Jordan catches the Snitch now, Canada will win by 110 points!" said Sebastian angrily. "I want Scotland to win!"

"Calm down, dear," said Appoline. "It's only a game." But her husband didn't look so sure about that

"Look, he's going for it!" screamed Isaac. "Hawkin's seen the Snitch!"

"YES!" Harry cried, for, sure enough, his mentor was right. The Scottish Seeker had seen the little golden winged ball, and Jordan was right behind him. But the larger man was way too quick for him. Before anyone knew it, he had the Snitch in his hand, and Mostafa blew the whistle.

"SCOTLAND WINS!" howled Bagnold, and some of the Scottish supporters did a little dance in their area. To the others' embarrassment, Isaac and Sebastian flew out of their seats again, dancing around in place. "SIT DOWN, SEBASTIAN!" Appoline hollered above the noise. Harry couldn't help but laugh at the antics of his mentor and practical father. He didn't really care which team had won; he had just really enjoyed the game.

Sebastian then swooped down and swept up his wife in a little dance.

The rest of them let out a laugh as they twirled around a bit before they sat down but not before sharing a kiss.

Fleur then asked Harry for a quick twirl to celebrate.

Laughing and putting Gabby back on the seat Harry did a quick celebratory dance with his friend twirling her around for a few minutes before they sat down again a lot more happy than when they had stood up before.

Back on the field, the Prime Minister handed the Quidditch World Cup to the Scottish National Quidditch Team who looked absolutely ecstatic over their victory.

The Scottish captain then raised the cup in the air causing the Scottish Supporters to roar out their approval.

And their little box broke out screams.

The Scottish and Canadian team shook hands in the middle of the field and people began to funnel out of the stadium for the numerous celebration parties that would no doubt follow the game.

From what it looked like the adults most likely wanted to go back to the tent and break out a bottle of firewhisky.

Gabby despite not fully understanding what had just had happened was still caught up in the feeling of euphoria surging through the group.

She still huddled close to him but appeared to be quite cheerful and happy due to the positive emotions surging around her.

Fleur despite her indifference to the game of Quidditch was also in quite a good mood,

The group then slowly left their little perch and slowly left the stadium taking care not to get caught up in the mass of excited fans that were also leaving and apparently some could not wait to get back to their tents before celebrating.

Harry worked with Appoline to get Gabby back to the tent before the true celebrations broke out.

After about a half hour they were able to make it all of the ways back to the tent and Appoline put Gabby to bed before the rest of them started celebrating.

Soon one of Sebastains Senate friends came in to say hi and the adults decided to go out and have fun for a little bit.

Fleur and Harry were not really in the mood though to go outside near all of the people drinking and making a fool out of themselves.

Before Appoline left the tent she talked a bit with Fleur who had agreed to watch over her currently sleeping sister.

Soon after everyone had gone it was just Harry and Fleur alone in the tent along with a sleeping Gabrielle Delcour.

"That was a nice game was it not Arry," Fleur said slightly awkwardly.

"It was" Harry agreed chuckling "If the number of people getting pissed drunk outside is any indicator".

She nodded "I feel like we should be doing something to celebrate though".

Harry agreed and tried to think of something to do.

"Care to dance," She asked.

"Sure" He shrugged and searched to find something to play some music.

Finding a little music player he turned it on and turned to Fleur.

He put his hands around her waist and she put hers on his shoulders and they started to dance.

Outside the noise of celebrations rang through the night clearly indicating peoples excitement with the result of the match.

Inside the tent though as Fleur and Harry slowly twirled each other around the sounds outside became mute as they slowly gazed into each other's eyes and became immersed in their dance.

Author Note Sorry for the delay I was busy with some other activities

And I'm aware some of my writing like the dancing is a bit cheesy but think its quite cute.

I am trying to make my version of Harry and Fleur unique amongst the rest.

They will share many romantic moments but will not date until they are older.

No offense to those authors but this is not a story where they meet and fall instantly in love instead they will get to know and develop feelings for each other over many years.