A/N: And here's then next chapter! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Godzilla. I only own my original ideas.
Chapter 48: Quidditch World Cup
The day had come, and Harry set out with Remus and Sirius to watch the Quidditch World Cup. They'd made camp, setting up the Wizard Tent. As he wandered around them camp, Harry saw some familiar redheads. Alongside Ron and the twins, there was a man who could only be their father, alongside their older brothers.
"Harry," said George, "good to see you! How's your summer been?"
"Good, how about you?" asked Harry.
"Better, now that we don't have that rat in our house," said Fred, "creepy to think about that thing sleeping in our beds. Anyway, this is our older brother, Charlie".
"Good to meet you," said Harry.
"The same," said Charlie.
Charlie Weasley looked at Harry, getting a strange feeling off him. It was the same feeling around some of the larger dragon species he worked with. He looked Harry in the eye, and saw something very powerful, intelligent, and distinctly other behind them.
"And this is our Eldest brother, Bill," said George.
"Nice to meet you, Bill" said Harry.
"The same to you," said Bill
"And of course, this is our father," said Fred.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Weasley," said Harry.
"Good to meet you too, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, "how are you finding Hogwarts?"
"Decent enough," said Harry, "though I'm finding myself doubting it's really as 'safe' as everyone tries to claim".
"Is it truly that bad?" asked Arthur.
"My first year, someone was killing unicorns in the forest," said Harry, "Second year, someone managed to sneak a dark artifact into the school and petrified Mrs. Norris. Finally, last year there were the Dementors stationed around the school".
"Nothing like that happened while I was there, weird," said Charlie, "I just dealt with classes and Qudditch before going to work on the Preserve"
"Oh, you're a dragon handler?" asked Harry.
"Yep, I work on the Romanian Dragon Preserve," said Charlie, "ever since I started working on the Preserve, they've been puzzling over something".
"What exactly?" asked Harry.
"There have been sightings of a species of dragon no one recognizes," said Charlie, "not only is its coloration unusual, but its size. I didn't even know creatures could get that big".
Harry, of course, knew exactly who Charlie was referring to.
"Anyway Harry," asked Mr. Weasley, "Who are you here with?"
"Oh, my godfather and his friend Remus Lupin," said Harry.
"Is he doing well?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"He seems to be, the mind healers did a good job," said Harry.
"That's good to hear," said Mr. Weasley.
They chatted for a while longer, and then Harry went on his way.
Eventually, it was time to head up to the stadium. Harry, Remus, and Sirius made their way up to the VIP box, joined not long after by the Weasleys, The Malfoys, The British, Bulgarian, and French Ministers of Magic, among others.
"Ah, Arthur!" said Cornelius, "good to see you!"
"Likewise, Minister Fudge," said Mr. Weasley.
"And Lord Black," said Cornelius, "once again, I must apologize for the injustice you suffered".
"It's not your fault, Minister Fudge," said Sirius, "it happened under Minister Bangold. Your administration righted their error".
"Ah, and this must be Harry Potter!" said Cornelius.
"Yes, sir," said Harry.
Honestly, Harry wasn't sure what to make of the man. He seemed somewhat corrupt like politicians often were, but it was only to a minor extent. He seemed to be the kind easily controlled by the words of others, which could either be good or bad, depending on who had his ear. Lucius Malfoy looked them over coolly, and nodded.
"Black," said Lucius.
"Hello Lucius, hello Cissy," said Sirius.
"Sirius," said Narcissia.
The tension was thick, but Fudge either didn't notice or this was normal. Shortly thereafter, it was time for the game to begin. The teams entered the pitch, and their respective mascots put on a show. The Irish, obviously enough had brought Leprechauns, the little fey danced around and scattered their gold. Harry knew not the bother taking any, knowing it would vanish before long. The Bulgarians were up next with their Veela, and a collection of beautiful women stepped onto the field before beginning to dance. Harry noticed some of the men in the stands were looking at them lustfully. Harry felt what must have been affecting them tickle his mind as well, but his mental defense training allowed him to shake it off. That said, he could still sense the elemental fire within them.
A short time later the game began. Harry could hear Ron Weasley fanboying over Viktor Krum, the seeker for the Bulgarian team. The competition was fierce, the players on both sides flying with great skill and agility. In the end, Ireland won 170-160, and after the victory ceremony, the spectators headed back to their tents to rest.
Harry was woken from his slumber by the sounds of screams. As he got up, he found Sirius and Remus guarding the entrance.
"What's going on?" asked Harry.
"We're not sure," said Remus, "but someone's attacking the camps… and their dressed like Death Eaters".
Harry poked his head out of the tent, and saw chaos. Everywhere he looked, there were wizards in dark robes and masks to conceal their identities. He saw them levitating some innocent family, playing with them like they were toys. Harry felt his core heating up. But also knew he couldn't unleash himself here. But that didn't mean he couldn't do something…
"Cover your ears," warned Harry.
He allowed his vocal chords to shift, took a deep breath and…
"Scrahhhrrrooooooooaaar!"
A mighty, terrifying roar echoed across the moors, and the masked wizards cringed as the sheer sound hit them, and their victims landed safely on the ground. The apparent Death Eaters were looking around wildly in search of the source of the sound, mostly scanning the sky… after all, they'd have noticed something capable of being that loud on the ground. Red spells started flying from the treeline, taking down the masked wizards. A group of wizards in red robes, Aurors, advanced, and took the troublemakers into custody. A small group of the Aurors moved towards the tents, looking for anything out of place. Among them, was a stern faced woman wearing a monocle.
"DMLE!" she commanded, "anyone, come out!"
"That sounds like Amelia," whispered Sirius.
Sirius moved out of the tent, holding his wand at the ready just in case. The woman pointed her wand at him in turn, before relaxing slightly.
"Sirius Black," said Amelia.
"Amelia Bones," said Sirius, "am I glad to see you. It's clear!"
Remus and Harry stepped out of the tent, also at the ready.
"Madam Bones," said Remus, "been a while".
"Remus," said Amelia, "and of course Harry Potter".
"Ma'am," said Harry.
"Do any of you know what that sound was?" said Amelia.
"Sounded like someone using an overpowered sonorous charm to me," said Remus.
"Luckily, it looks like the injuries… other than ruptured eardrums, are minimal," said Amelia, "and these troublemakers are going to have some explaining to do".
The next day, the Daily Prophet arrived with the story.
Chaos at the World Cup!
Exonerated Death Eaters arrested in the aftermath of the Quidditch World Cup. Upstanding pureblood wizards to pay price for inciting violence! Some have reported hearing a dragon in the area, but all preserves are reporting no escapes. Aurors have asked all people present that night to provide any information that might to information of the source of the unknown. More on Pg. 5.
Harry smirked to himself, and continued packing for his next term at Hogwarts. Hopefully, this one would be quiet… be he doubted it.
A/N: And there we go! I decided to mostly keep the events of the actual world cup game brief, as pretty much everyone who's reading this story have already read the original books, so they already know how the game goes. In any case, Next time, its off to 4th year... and all the problems that come with it. See you then.