Rastaban continued to laugh as Tonks pulled him out to his feet. He looked around to find everyone else getting to their feet. Looking ahead he saw a deserted stretch of a foggy moor. There stood two wizards who Rastaban noticed were quite grumpy. One of them held a thick roll of parchment with a large quill and the other held a golden watch. They attempted to dress as muggles but were failing profusely.

The group approached the pair of tired wizards, "Morning, Basil." Mr. Weasley greeted, handing the boot to the man who tossed it into a bin of other Portkeys.

"Hello there, Arthur." The man, Basil, said sluggishly.

Tuning out the conversation, Rastaban reached down into his satchel and pulled out a thermos. Unscrewing the cap he drank down a warm gulp of cocoa. Looking at Harry he cleared his throat and offered the thermos, "Want some? It's cocoa."

"No thank you, I wouldn't want to finish it." Harry replied.

"You can't." Replied Rastaban gaining a confused look from the boy, "I've enchanted it so that it'll never go empty. The highlight of my second year."

Harry looked slightly amazed before he took the thermos. Rastaban watched Harry take a drink before smiling. Handing the thermos back to Rastaban he said, "It's good."

Rastaban smiled, "Thanks, made it myself."

With a parting 'thank you' from Mr. Weasley and Andromeda the group set off through the thick mist. Rastaban wasn't sure how long they've been walking through the fog before they found a cottage next to a gate. Beyond the gate, they saw the silhouettes of hundreds upon hundreds of tents. He looked around the fog and immediately recognized the spell.

"The smokescreen spell." He said audibly catching everyone's attention, "Fumos." He whispered the incantation.

Hermione looked around and blinked, "I've never seen it at this scale before."

"Amazing." Muttered the boy as they approached the cottage and the man who stood at the wooden doorway.

Rastaban immediately knew the man was a muggle. A real muggle not a wizard in a flimsy disguise. The man turned to face them when they heard the footsteps of the group. Andromeda stepped forward and greeted the man.

"Morning!" She greets him as they approached the cottage.

"Morning." The man replied.

"You wouldn't be Mr. Roberts would you?" She asked.

"Aye." The man nodded, "And who are you?"

"Tonks, we booked a tent a week ago." She answered.

The man looked at a list tacked onto the door, "Aye I see. You've got the space up by the wood there. Just one night?"

"Yes." Andromeda nodded before she reached into her purse and pulled out a small bundle of muggle money and handed it to the man, "That should be it."

"Finally someone smart with money." The man commented as he counted, "All day I've been dealing with people who've had trouble with it. Just ten minutes ago two tried to pay me with gold coins the size of hubcaps."

"Is that so?" Nervously asked Mr. Weasley.

"Never been this crowded." The man commented as he reached into a tin for change, "Usually people just turn up but now, hundreds of pre-bookings."

Andromeda gave the man a pleasant smile, "Must be good for business."

"Aye." The man shrugged, "Still it's strange but still. Loads of foreigners, French, Americans, and Germans. . .I think they were Germans. Not just them but weirdos too. There's a bloke walking 'round in a poncho and a kilt."

"As long as they're a bloke who's paying I don't see any harm done." Andromeda replied, keeping the smile on her face.

The man snorted, "If that ain't the truth." He pulled out the change and handed it to Andromeda. He then pulled out a map, "Here's a map to the campsite for you, love. Alright, have a nice day now.

"You too." Andromeda replied before the group continued.

Before they could get very far they heard someone tell, "Obliviate!"

Everyone turned around to see a wizard with his wand pointed at the muggle's head. The wizard wore plus-fours sighed before walking away, "That should do it."

The man accompanied them through the gate before sighing. The man was obviously exhausted with the purple shadows under his eyes, the red bloodshot in his eyes as well as the blue stubble on his chin, "Been having a lot of trouble with that one. Needs a Memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy. And Ludo Bagman's not helping. Trotting around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, not a worry about anti-Muggle security Blimey, I'll be glad when this is over. See you later, Arthur. "

The group watched as he Disapparated.

"I thought Mr. Bagman was Head of Magical Games and Sports." said Ginny, looking surprised, "He should know better than to talk about Bludgers near Muggles, shouldn't he?" She looked at her father who nodded.

"He should." said Mr. Weasley, smiling, as Andromeda lead them through the campsite, "Ludo's always been a bit. . . lax about security." He shrugged, "You couldn't wish for a more enthusiastic head of the sports department though. He played Quidditch for England himself, you know. And he was the best Beater the Wimbourne Wasps ever had."

They maneuvered up the field between the rows of tents. Some looked like common tents, their owners clearly did their best to make them appear as muggle-like as possible. However many failed at this, adding weathervanes, pull bells, or chimneys. A few didn't even attempt to appear ordinary. It was a magnificent palace of silk with peacocks at the entrance and another stood fifteen feet tall with three floors and turrets. And another looked more like a house rather than a tent with a front garden, a birdbath, sundial, and fountain.

"They can't help themselves." Andromeda rolled her eyes.

"It's always the same, Andromeda." Mr. Weasley replied, "We can't resist a little showboating when we gather together."

"Andromeda, Arthur!" They heard a chipper voice.

Rastaban looked up and saw his uncle Ted approaching the group. Behind him stood a six foot tall circular tent with a pointed top. He and Andromeda gave each other a greeting kiss much to the disgust of Rastaban and Tonks. He then gave Mr. Weasley a strong handshake before everyone approached the tent.

Stepping through the flaps everyone saw the interior of the tent. It reminded Rastaban of a pirate ship rather than a tent. It was four stories tall with a wooden mast standing at the center. Each floor had four bridges connected to a spiral staircase that slithered up the mast like a snake. On the ground floor, there was a kitchen, living room, and bathroom.

"It's a bit much but since you said that all of your children will be coming I decided better safe than sorry." Ted said bashfully.

"It's brilliant." Arthur replied patting Tes on the back.

Ted clapped his hands, "Alright then. I've already sorted out who's going to sleep where. Boys you will be on the top floor, girls the third, and the adults will be at the second."

Rastaban beamed at his uncle along with the other boys before they all dashed up the spiral staircase. Reaching the top they saw four bridges each connecting to a room with two twin beds each. Rastaban spotted his broom on one of the beds and smiled. Holding onto the steel railings he walked over the bridge and stepped in between the two beds.

"Yes!" He exclaimed excitedly as he picked his broom.

"Is that a Firebolt?" Fred asked from his and George's room.

"It's the fastest broom in the world." George added.

Rastaban's face burned pink, "Yeah, I got it for my birthday." He said bashfully.

"Harry has one too." Ron says matter of fact from across the way.

"Really?" Rastaban asks looking up to an embarrassed Harry, "Maybe we can race sometime." He offered and Harry only nodded with a smile.

"Fastest in the world this boy is!" Tonks said from the floor below them. They heard the thumping of her boots and a small shuffle as she tripped. Popping her head up onto the fourth floor she said, "He could've been the Seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team if he tried out like I told him to."

The four boys immediately gave Rastaban an alarmed gaze, "You're in Slytherin?" Fred asked.

"And we thought you were alright." George replied before Fred made a hissing sound.

"Oi!" Tonks pointed her wand at the twins, "Oscausi!"

The three other boys watched as a white jet of light hit the twins. Their mouths disappeared leaving only smooth slabs of skin. They let out muffled gasps and looked at each other. They scrambled and exclaimed before they looked at Tonks, presumably telling her to give them back their mouths.

"As I was saying." Tonks put her wand away, "You could've been the greatest Seeker Slytherin has ever seen but of course, you backed out."

Rastaban sighed, "I didn't back out. I tried out but they gave the position to Draco when he gave the team new brooms." He reminded his cousin before sitting down, "They tried to make me their reserve Seeker but I refused." He shrugged, "Besides the entire team is made up of a bunch of spoiled cunts."

"Rastaban Corvus Lestrange!" Andromeda yelled from below hearing her nephew's foul language, "What did you just say?!"

The boy slapped his hands over his mouth. Tonks put her hand over her mouth to muffle her laughs. Ron and Harry let out a pair of oohs. Fred and George attempted to let out a few jokes but, much to their frustration, their voices were muffled.

"Sorry Aunt Andromeda." Rastaban apologized.

After everyone settled in they all made their way downstairs where Ted shouted, "Dora, give these boys their mouths back!"

Ginny and Hermione both laughed at the twins' frantic muffles as they pointed towards each other's mouths. The auror rolled her eyes before she pulled out her wand, "Fine but they were asking for it." She flicked her wand and the twins let out a relieved sigh.

"Finally we're our whole selves again." The boys said together.

"Alright, Ron, why don't you, Harry and Hermione get the water." Mr. Weasley states, handing Ron a silver kettle, "The tap is marked on the map so you won't get lost."

"Rastaban, go with them." Andromeda ordered.

"But I was hoping I could use my broom." He grumbled, "Make Dora go, she was the one who took their mouths." He gestured towards the twins who were flexing their lips and tongues

She gave him a stern look before she pointed right at him, "You pray that I don't confiscate your mouth Rastaban Lestrange, along with your foul language." She warned and caused the teen to stutter.

His dark eyes widened before he nodded, "Water. . . kettle of course." He turned around and snatched the map from Harry, "I'll navigate."

Exciting the tent the four teens saw that the sun had risen over the horizon and the blanket of fog had dissipated revealing the sea of tents. The sunlight made it easier for them to maneuver between the tents. They eagerly looked around as the rest of the campers began to wake up. It was clear that there were witches and wizards from all over the world who came to attend the world cup.

Rastaban took many pictures around the camp. He captured a pair of wizards struggling to light a campfire with a match before he took a shot of three African wizards roasting their food over a purple flame, rotating rabbit without wands. He then took a shot of a banner stronger up between two tents that read 'The Salem Witches Institute' along with the American witches underneath it. They then saw a group of South American wizards having a heated argument in various languages, Rastaban took a picture of their tent that had 'Castelobruxo' painted on the side.

Eventually, it fell to Hermione to hold the man as Rastaban was too enthralled with taking pictures.

"Is it just me or is everything green?" Ron asked, looking around.

Rastaban looked up from his photos and paused, "It's not just you." He said as he looked around.

The group had walked into a group of tents that were all covered with thick blankets of shamrocks. It was as though the tents were lush green bushes. Smiling faces can be seen within them as their inhabitants peaked out of the flaps. Rastaban consciously raised his hand to hide the red seven painted on his cheek.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione!"

They all turned around to see Seamus Finnigan. He was sitting in front of his shamrock-covered tent with an older woman who had to be his mother and his best friend Dean Thomas. Rastaban recognized them both, they're both from Gryffindor just like Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

He glanced around as they sparked up a conversation with their friend and his mother. He found himself reaching down and plucked a four-leafed shamrock. He smiled down at it before he spun it between his fingers. He released it from his hold and it began to propel itself into the air like a helicopter.

Looking up he caught Harry's green eyes following the shamrock into the air. The Gryffindor looked back down and met Rastaban's dark eyes. The shorter boy quickly looked away and continued on his way. Eventually, the others followed him into the next patch of tents.

These tents belonged to the Bulgarian flags as they were all red, white, and green, the colors of their national flag. Each tent was draped in posters depicting a single Quidditch player. Whilst the posters moved the player only blinked and glanced around. Rastaban smiled as he lowered his hand from his cheek.

"Krum." He and Ron said in awe.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Krum!" Ron exclaimed, "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker."

Hermione glanced around at the posters, "He looks really grumpy."

"It's a part of his charm." Rastaban sighed out getting silent looks from the other three. Rastaban glanced at them catching their stares and cleared his throat, "Or so I've heard, I mean who cares what he looks like. He's the greatest Seeker in the world and he's only eighteen. You'll see when the game starts."

After filing the kettle, saucepans, and pot with water the four made their way back to the camp. On their way back they briefly chatted with Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff in their year, Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw a year above them, and chaser for their Quidditch team. When she waved at Harry, who waved back at her and nearly dropped all the water in the pot. Rastaban and Ron smirked as Hermione let out a laugh before Harry quickly pointed at a group of teens around their age.

"Where do you reckon they're from?" He asked, "I don't think they go to Hogwarts."

"Spect they go to some foreign school." Ron replied, "I know there are others. Never met anyone who went to one, though. Bill had a penfriend at a school in Brazil, years and years ago, and he wanted to go on an exchange trip but Mum and Dad couldn't afford it though. His penfriend got all offended when he said he wasn't going and sent him a cursed hat. It made his ears shrivel up."

"There are eleven major wizarding schools around the world but I've only read about eight of them." Rastaban said gathering their attention, "Hogwarts, of course, Castelobruxo in Brazil, Beuxbatons in France, Durmstrang is in somewhere in northern Europe, Koldovstoretz in Russia, Mahoutokoro in Japan, Uagadou in African, and lastly Ilvermorny in the United States. Another one is in Australia I think."

"Wow, I didn't think there were that many." Harry states, "Are any of them like Hogwarts?"

He took a moment to think before he shrugged, "Ilvermorny is the only one remotely like Hogwarts mostly because its founder Isolt Sayre wished to go to Hogwarts as a child but was never able to."

They spent the remainder of the walk peppering Rastaban questions about the other wizarding schools. Harry seemed to gravitate towards Ilvermorny but stated that he'd stick to Hogwarts. Whereas Hermione thought Mahoutokoro seemed wonderful. Ron preferred Uagadou as he thought the concept of wandless magic was amazing.

"You've been ages." George said as they entered the tent.

"I've felt I've aged a decade waiting for you." Tonks said as she took the pot from Harry's hands.

Rastaban smirked before he replied, "Well, you certainly look like it." Choked laughs came from Ron, Harry, and the twins as well. Tonks sent an intense glare as her hair flared red.

"Everyone, don't stray too far, lunch will be only a moment." Andromeda announced as she turned on the stove with a flick of her wand.

Everyone moved around the tent keeping busy as they waited for the food. Rastaban dashed up the stairs before he signed through his bag. First, he found his wand and quickly pocketed it, and then he found the books he was looking for. He walked down the spiral staircase before he made his way to the sitting room where Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat. He gave them a quick glance before he sat down on a recliner. He opened the book and was quickly engrossed in its contents.

"Confronting the Faceless?" Hermione said aloud, "That's a Sixth Year level book, how did you get it?"

Rastaban looked up before he answered, "It belongs to Dora, she's let me read her old books from Hogwarts. If you want you can read it. I'm almost done with this passage anyway."

"What are you reading about?" Harry asked curiously.

"Well I've just finished reading about the Patronus Charm and now I'm reading on how to resist the Imperius Curse." He explained getting a pair of shocked looks from Hermione and Ron.

Harry looked at his friends before he asked Rastaban, "What's the Imperius Curse?"

Rastaban sighed as he gently closed the book, "It's an illegal curse that allows the caster to take full control of anyone they place under the curse."

"Like mind control?" He asked.

He nodded, "Precisely. Very few wizards can resist it, it requires refined mental discipline." He shut the book before he placed it on the small table between them, "You can read it, it's about time I've brushed up on Care for Magical Creature anyway." He said before he opened his second book which got a gasp from Ron.

He pointed at the book with a dumbstruck look, "Is that a signed copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?"

Rastaban quickly looked down at the book cover to see Newt Scamander's signature in black ink. He blushed a deep red as he had forgotten to bring his unsigned copy, "Yes. . .well. . .you see. . ."

"Astor." Tonks called from the kitchen, "Come here, there's someone I want you to meet."

"Oh, thank Merlin." He muttered as he picked up his books.

The group joined everyone else where Rastaban noticed three newcomers. They all had bright, orange hair so it was easy to figure out that they were Weasleys. One of them was tall and thin with a pair of glasses, another short and stocky with arms that could choke a bear, the last of them was the tallest and possibly the most handsome man Rastaban has ever seen. Tonks walked up to him and pulled him by the arm.

"Charlie, this is my cousin Rastaban." She introduced.

The stocky one held out his large hand, "Nice to meet you, Charlie Weasley." Rastaban took the hand and shook it despite Charlie's incredibly strong grip.

Rastaban smiled, "Nice to meet you, Dora talks all about you a lot."

Nymphadora would always tell him stories about the dragon-obsessed Gryffindor student, Charlie Weasley. He was at the top of his Care of Magical Creatures class, Seeker and captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and prefect. He's obsessed with dragons to a point that Dora said 'he's more likely to marry a dragon than a lass'.

"Good things I hope." He replied and Rastaban only shrugged, "I thought so."

"Rastaban here is the best in his Care of Magical Creatures class." Tonks said, dropping her arm over her cousin's shoulder, "And he could've been the best Seeker Slytherin's ever seen if Malfoy didn't buy his way in."

"Dora, please." Rastaban whined.

"What, is it such a crime for me to want my two favorite people in the world to get along?" She asked innocently.

"You want something." Smirked Charlie, "What Is it?"

Tonks gave a mocked gasp, "Why must I have an ulterior motive?"

"Because you love making trouble." Answered her cousin, "So spill it."

Just in time they were interrupted, "Nymphadora, help me set the table!" Shouted Andromeda.

"Oop mother calls." She chirped before she made her way into the kitchen, nearly tripping along the way.

"She's up to something, do you know?" Charlie asked and the younger boy shook his head.

"No, but I'm going to find out." He quickly replied as plates flew across the room and landed on the large circular table.

"Make sure everyone gets a little bit of everything!" Andromeda yelled as serving dishes flew over everyone's heads.

Everyone's mouths watered at the sight of roast chicken, steaks, mashed potatoes, sausages, gravy, shepherd's pie, and a Lancashire hotpot. No one waited for a signal before everyone took a chair. Rastaban ended up seated between Harry and Charlie before everyone began to scoop themselves globs of food.

Through the duration of lunch Rastaban noticed Dora glancing between him and Charlie. Once lunch ended everyone went along to their own business. Nearly everyone went outside to bask in the midday sun whilst Andromeda, Dora and Rastaban cleared off the table, cleaning the dishes and throwing away the bones of the chicken.

Eventually Rastaban found himself and Dora putting the dishes in the pantry. He glanced at her and decided to finally ask, "What are you doing?"

She looked between herself and the plate in her hand, "Putting the plates away?"

"I meant with me and Charlie Weasley." He shot back but only got a shrug in return, "Fine, I guess I'll just have to take this Aunt Andromeda." He sighed before he began to walk away.

"Oi alright, alright." She quickly grabbed his shoulder before dragging him away towards the sitting room. She glanced around to make sure no one was around, "Ok, don't be angry but I was planning on seeing how you two get on?"

"What do you mean, get on how?" He asked before her hair changed to a light pink before he gasped, "Are you trying to set me up with Charlie Weasley?!"

Dora slammed a hand over his mouth, "Shut it!"

He wrenched his face away before he whispered, "He is eight years older than me."

"And what's age got to do with it?" She asked innocently before she got a scoff in return, "Besides I didn't mean right now, I was going to wait and see when you're of age if you'd be interested in the idea. I just wanted to see if you two got along."

"Dora, Astor!" Ted's voice came from outside, "Come out there are people I'd like to introduce you to."

Rastaban sighed, "We're not done talking about this."

"Just hurry up and shift it." Tonks nudged his shoulder and they began to walk towards the flaps.

Exiting the tent and walking into the sun they found everyone cutting around a kettle. Rastaban looked around to find two men he didn't recognize amongst the group, "Rastaban, Dora I'd like the both of you to meet Ludo Bagman and Bartemius Crouch Sr."

Rastaban reached a hand out and shook their hands, "Nice to meet you Mr. Bagman, Mr. Crouch I'm Rastaban . . ."

"Lestrange." Crouch said before he cleared his throat, "I believe I know who you are, Nymphadora Tonks yes?"

Rastaban smirked at the vein appearing on Dora's forehead, "Yes, sir." She replied as she shook his hand.

"I hear you're quite the Auror, we expect great things from you." He stated before turning to Ludo, "Ludo, we're off."

The other man trailed after Crouch before he looked back at the group, "See you all later!" He said, "You'll be up in the Top Box with me. . . I'm commentating on the match!" He waved, Barty Crouch nodded curtly, and both of them Disapparated.

"What's happening at Hogwarts, dad?" Fred asked Mr. Weasley.

Rastaban looked confused before Mr. Weasley replied, "You'll find out soon enough."

"What are they talking about Uncle Ted?" Rastaban asked his uncle.

Ted shared a smiled with Mr. Weasley, "You'll see."

Rastaban hummed, "I'll figure it out."

"You can try." Tonks muttered before she ruffled his hair.