Disclaimer~If I owned Harry Potter, Harry wouldn't have married a stalker/fangirl that couldn't even say one sentence to him for more than two years. And since that is what happened, I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 1: Disaster at the Quidditch World Cup
The Golden Trio sat in the backyard of the Burrow, under the shade of a tree. Hermione was reading Hogwarts: A History, her eyes darting around on the page. Harry's eyes were unfocused, his mind thinking about his last few moments with his godfather. He asked his best friends to snap him out of it if we ever saw him like that, but Ron usually talks about something and never notices. At that moment he was babbling on about chess and quidditch. Hermione occasionally looked at Harry's emerald green eyes, though she wondered why there was always an odd feeling in her stomach whenever she did so. After a while of staring, she mentally shook her head, put her book down, stood up, and snapped her fingers in front of Harry's face.
Harry jumped when Hermione snapped her fingers in front of his face. He gave her a grateful look; he had been drifting off again, and the memories were painful to recall. As he looked into her eyes he felt an odd feeling at the bottom of his stomach. He ignored the feeling, passing it as hunger.
"Hey, is anyone hungry?" Harry asked.
Ron replied with an enthusiastic "Yeah!".
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron and muttered
"Boys and food…"
At that exact moment, yelled
"Lunch's ready, dears!"
Ron looked at Harry and said, "You wanna play some quidditch after lunch?"
"Sure, anything to get my mind off last year," Harry replied forlornly. Hermione thought for a while, wondering if she could say something that could cheer Harry up. Finally, she remembered that the Quidditch World Cup was coming soon and she looked at Harry.
"The Quidditch World Cup is coming soon Harry. I think has some tickets for the top box, right Ron?".
At these words, Harry perked up and asked, "The Quidditch World Cup?"
Hermione nodded and said, "Yeah, it's Bulgaria against Ireland, I think."
Ron turned on Hermione and yelled, "I was supposed to tell him that!"
"Like as if you were about to tell him that." She said venomously. After those words, Hermione grabbed onto Ron's arm and pulled him out of Harry's earshot. "I was trying to cheer him up." she hissed. "You didn't even notice that he was thinking about last year," Ron mumbled some incoherent excuse and stomped back to Harry as Hermione trotted behind him.
Time passed quickly. Ron and Hermione kept Harry's mind of last year with Ron suggesting that the play 4-a-side quidditch nearly every day and Hermione nagging him about finishing his homework. Ron and Hermione also kept bickering nearly every day, either about stuff as pointless as where to put the gardening tools to stuff like homework. Nearly every time Harry had to interrupt the argument to return everything to normal or they would sort it out themselves. Finally, the day of the Quidditch World Cup finally portkeyed to the camping site and they waited for the Quidditch World Cup to start.
They watched the Bulgarian and Ireland quidditch players zoom around the arena through the omnioculars that Harry bought for them. When Harry heard the commentator yell that Ireland scored he saw that Bulgaria still had the quaffle. When he commented on the fact Hermione pressed a knob on the omnioculars and everything went back to regular speed. Harry looked at her and found her smirking a little bit.
"Harry, if you want to watch the game you have to watch it at normal speed," she said cheekily. He just smiled at her and continued to watch the game.
After the game, everyone went back to their tent, getting ready to leave tomorrow morning. Harry and Ron said goodnight to Hermione and Ginny and went to get changed into their pajamas. Actually, they didn't really get changed. They just flopped into bed ungracefully with their clothes everyone was almost asleep, disaster struck. Harry, being the closest to the outer wall of the tent, smelled smoke and heard some screams and yells of horror and terror and laughter. Immediately, his eyes widened in surprise, terror and horror. "Fire!" was his first thought. He scrambled out of bed and got tangled in the bedsheets. As he tried to untangle himself from the bed sheets, he yelled so the entire tent could hear him. "Get out of bed, there's a wildfire outside!"
A/N~I forgot if Ginny joined them to the Quidditch World Cup but because I wrote it, please accept it for this story