Harry Potter and The Cup Of Resurrection
Part 2
Harry quickly strode down the staircase, one hand on his heavy trunk, the other keeping a firm hold on the railings that helped him keep his balance with his heavy trunk. Sirius' voice called from the hall he was approaching "Hurry up Harry, or we'll be late!" 'Easy for you to say' Harry thought. 'You don't have a heavy trunk to carry do?'
He reached the main hall. Sirius had his wand out, and was idly flicking his wand around, 'He'd better be careful, or something might just go' Harry thought. Sirius, catching Harry with the corner of his eye, turned to him. "Ahh, here we are, need some help with that trunk Harry?" Sirius asked promptly, "If you don't mind" Harry said, and with another flick of his wand, his trunk was lift off the ground by some unseen force.
"Ready?" Sirius asked, as he began to twirl his wand around, what was he doing? Harry thought, and nearly said, but instead gave a simply "Yep" Sirius grinned and nodded and began to mutter a charm. His wand rose, up and spun it around twice, down, and then spun it around twice. Again he repeat the process. Harry began to fell a bit cold, like there was a small draught coming form some where in the hall.
Then the draught got bigger, as Sirius continued his flicks, and twirls of his wand. The draught turned into a light breeze, the breeze you might find in summer, the small breeze to cool you off. Then it got heavier, it was like a strong autumn breeze throwing off the leave form the ground, and those few hardy tree that managed to keep their leaves.
Harry began to see dust rising, he eyes followed the dust through the air, like a fish through water. If was buffeted from all angles, pushed along, leaving a small trial of frail particles in the air as it began to reach the point were Sirius wand was twirling, up, down, up, down. It began to swirl, like a hair caught in a whirlpool, it spun in a large circle round and round. More dust appeared, swept up by the wind, that was like a winter's gale now, rushing past him, flicking his clothes about, wobbling item , rattling doors. The dust was now a thick ring in midair, rotating at a slowly pace, and then, the dust began to speed up, slowly at first, just a bit, a bit faster, and then twist quicker and quicker.
It was like watching a tornado from above, the ring began to move faster and faster, yet again and then finally, it was to quick for the eyes to follow, the ring and everything inside of it was amass if swirling gray. Then it disappeared, just vanished, like it had never existed in the first place. And there, in the air, was a hole, not really a hole, but a circle, and through the circle you could see a house, it looked faintly like the Weasley house, but only faintly. It was like a palace rising out of the ground. A very strange palace.
The ground was walled in long iron fence, set on a concrete base rising form the ground. The fence surrounded the entire place. The fence was bright, welcoming white. Passed that, a large straight lawn of perfectly green was there. A large chicken pen was there also, chickens clucking happily in the pen. The house was like the Weasley, excepted, it was neat and tidy?! The walls of the house were paint in pristine white, with small patches of blue here and there around windows and doors. The ground floor was larger the what it had been, with a large garage coming out on the left side, and then another large garage in the right side, the left one was had large whisks of smoking floating out the windows.
The second floor was faintly curved and dome shaped with, with the same paints spread out. What had happened here? "Are you going to move or am I going to have to push you?" Sirius mirth coated words disrupted his thoughts on what was before his eyes.
"What happened, is this where the Weasley live Sirius or did you do something wrong with that spell you cast?" Harry asked awe struck. Sirius didn't answer directly but said "Lets just say that the Minister Of Magic has bigger amount of pay than Mr Weasley, come on go through the gateway" Sirius gave harry a quick push, and he fell into the picture, the world around him swirled, and stopped, he felt himself frozen in moment. Icy cold he could move, and felt him self falling through the air, he was stuck, frozen, then.......
He stumbled out on the perfect lawns of the house he had been watching, Sirius followed him, with his luggage floating after him. Harry turned to him "Well what now?" Sirius was about to answer when a explosion cut the air. Harry flung himself down, Sirius with him, as the windows of the left garage exploded, spraying glass across the ground and into a poor chicken, it howled loudly.
Abruptly, a door in the garage opened, and a think cloud of black smoke billowed out into the open air, slowly rising up into the air. Harry heard coughs, of voice yells from inside the garage, and slowly he began to here clearly "I told you Fred, if we added foxglove to those Character Chips, they'd blow, and what happened, they blew!"
"You never said foxglove, you fox weed!" Somebodies voice bellowed from inside,then the first voice cried "THERE IS NOT FOX WEED YOU IDIOT! Now we've lost all the stuff we've been working!" Fred, then called back "We've still got the blueprints in the safe, it doesn't matter" Then another voice yelled "Would you both shut up, I think Harry here" And then from the door, come a Ronald Weasley, followed by two very aggravated brothers, Fred and George.
All their faces were covered in black soot, so was there hair, if made the bright orange/red hair look like a fire, with rubble across the bottom. Ron ran up, breathing heavily, but there was a grin across his face "Hi Harry, I didn't think you'd come so early, so I thought I'd wait with Fred and George" Harry looked over to the two, who had began to walk over, even if they were deep in an argument.
Harry asked simply "What happened to your house?" Ron turned back and then spun round quickly "Oh, the house, well, Dad got a pay rise, a big pay rise mind" Harry asked slowly "How much?" Ron said quietly "About hundred Galleons a week" Harry's mouth dropped "One hundred galleons?! " Ron nodded, also with a look of slight disbelief "I know, Mum nearly fainted when Dad got promoted to Minister Of Magic" Ron grinned, "Come on in, I'll show you round"
Harry nodded vigorously. The started walking across the lawn. "Dads got tones of stuff with all the money he gets" Ron began to say, leaving Harry and Sirius in his wake "He renovated the house, as you can see" For once Ron seemed a bit smug, not a lot, but a bit smug "Bought tones of new furniture, lots of others stuff for all of us, even the chooks get a special cage" Harry glance at Sirius, how was slightly in awe of the large construction they approached.
They reached the large stone steps, leading up to the door. Polished and sparkling in the days sun, it was reflected the rays of the sun it here eyes. Ron approached the door, and the wood moved, more like bulged outwards, like something was being dragged from within the wood, a figure began to appeared in the polished and varnished oak door. What appeared to be an elderly man appeared,, think eyebrows, long nose, dressed in a fine coat and jacket, but he stopped appearing form the wood about half way through.
The oaken eyes turned to regard them, in a pompous tones, nose raised "Mmmmm, well if it young Mr. Weasley, and what's this? Vagabonds, travelers or another form of low life from the street? What scum and riffraff have you brought home now Mr. Weasley?" Harry starred in amazement at the man in the door, his eyes brought rose steadily, until they refused to rise any further "Well" The door mused "What, and wipe that look of your face vagabond" He inclined his head towards Harry. Ron sighed, and starred glumly "Charlie, opened up, this is Just Harry Potter and Sirius Black, they're my friends, so opened up"
The door looked at Ron, haughtily, and then replied with much more than hint of snobbery in his voice "Well what if I don't what to, hmmm?" Ron then proceed to reach and yank his nosed and yelled into his face saying "Metrixs Lepor!" and then tweaked the oak ear of what Ron had named 'Charlie' Let going , Ron starred at the door, who now sighed visible, and who's feature sagged "Very well Mr. Weasley, go in, do you want their names registered too?" It asked Ron. Ron nodded, and the door swung back. Ron turned to them, "That's just Charlie, our doorman, get it door-man?" Harry looked blandly back, "Snobbish fellow " Ron nodded a bit unhappily, "He may be but he tell the reporters where to put it when they come round for interviews and we don't let them in"
Harry grinned "I can just imagine" Ron grinned back, and motioned them in. "Come on in" Harry walked two paces in and his legs failed and his eye popped. Inside, they stood in a large circular hall, white polished stones made up the floor, and a large circular dome was above their heads, a glass dome, which sent bright rays of glorious sun shine through into the hall. In front of them, a massive stair case was there, it stared on both side of the wall, and they bother wound up to a landing and then onto the second floor. The railings where gold. Numerous pictures of past generation of Weasley hung on the wall. The frames were gold.
A few small benches had vase with flowers sat on them, then flowers change color about every five seconds. From pink to red, red to green, green to blue, and so on. One pictures feature changed, also, it nose expanded, eyes bulged, and other rude changes happened. Ron saw them glancing at the picture. He walked over to it. "That" He began "that is Frank Alor Weasley, Mum said we where really rich once, but this guy gambled it all away, that why where so poor, but now we've got money, we only put it up as a joke, which Fred and George have kindly supplied" Ron's grinned grew impossibly large.
"Ron, is that you and your brother?" A voice called from in a door set in the wall, There were four door, two on each side. "No Mum, it's Harry and Sirius" Mrs Weasley head suddenly appeared. The round ladies face broke into a smile as she saw them, and then the rest of her suddenly appeared, She raced over to them hugging Harry tightly. Harry's eyes bulged in the hug, and then an instant after she finished hugging him a pile of question rolled out. "How are you Harry, are you well Ron told me about what happened last year are the they wounds healed, are you in any pain are you..??"
Sirius managed to break in "Molly" Mr Weasley turned "Sirius?" She said quietly. Sirius then said "I think Harry is only to happy trying to forget what happened last year, if you know what I mean" Mrs Weasley nodded, and then question ceased. She began to usher them into where she had just came from.
They were pushed into a large kitchen, again in the same white polished stone. It was a large square room, a table of brightly varnished wood, a cook book open on it with a bowl, eggs and a whisk in the middle. Benches covered the three of the four walls. The fourth one, the one farthest from them was a glass sliding door, through it he saw Ginny and Hermione walking and talking. The benches where set at waist high with stoves, ovens, cupboards all set in them. It appeared Mrs. Weasley had been cooking, and not just the cake. A duck, or was it a chicken was stuffed and ready to be roasted,, vegetables where being boiled and the potatoes where ready to baked.
"You've been busy Molly" Sirius commented looking round. Mrs Weasley smiled "I try to keep my skills honed" She said. Ron murmured it Harry's ear "She spends most of the day in here, and then Dad is up in his office, with Percy, Fred and George blowing themselves up, it does get a but boring sometimes" Harry smiled sympathetically "I know what you mean,at Sirius' it like that, except it just us two" Ron nodded.
Mrs Weasley and Sirius were in deep conversation by now. Ron called to his mother as they edge away "Harry and I'll go outside Mum, and wait for James" Mrs Weasley didn't really hear, but nodded anyway.
Ron races over to the to the door, and pulled it open. Saying to Harry "Leave you stuff here, we'll bring it up to my room in a minute" Harry only nodded as they stepped out into the sun light, and the slight breeze. Hermione and Ginny turned as they heard the door open, and smiled as Harry and Ron stepped through. They began to walked over. Hermione murmured something it Ginny's ear, and she turned red. Ginny had taken a fancy to Harry since they first meeting, but wasn't sure what happened after that, Ginny was being nice, but a bit, a bit what exactly? Perhaps upset with him and Cho, perhaps, but he put aside when they came to them.
Hermione smiled warmly. "Hello Harry!" She called cheerfully wrapping him in a tight embraced, which made Harry's face burn thoroughly. He could here Ron giggles, and Ginny as well. When they broke apart. Harry smiled quizzically. "What was that for?" Hermione shrugged. "Can't a close friends say she missed you, anyway I worried over the holidays, and I'm sorry I could send you a letter because..."
Harry finished for her "Because your were busy send them to James" Hermione blushed. "The same as Rons excuse except he sending it to Kathy" The girls broke down it helpless giggles. Ron shook his head. Glancing at his watch he said "Where James, he said he was going to be here by now" Hermione asked innocently "How's he getting here?" Ron shrugged, looking up into the sky "Don't know" Ginny looked across some clouds that were massing. Big fluffy white clouds floated helplessly against the wind,
"Ron' she began "What that?" pointing up into the sky. The looked up to see a speed bolt of color entering a cloud. "Dunno" Ron said "Maybe a suicidal bird" Ginny sarcastic claps rung in his ears. 'What would a suicidal bird be doing speeding into a cloud?' Oh well Ginny thought. Fred and George appeared. Still coated in black dust, or ash.
Hermione asked "What happened to you?" Fred looked innocently at her, "Oh nothing, added the wrong potions ingredient" George unhappily "Fred did that, not me" Fred said back angrily "You said fox weed" George rounded on him "Foxglove you idiot, FOXGLOVE" and the argument began in earnest. Ron shook his head "Here we go again" Ginny suddenly called out "Look!" And pointed at the cloud the streak of color had entered.
The cloud suddenly blew opened as something shot out of the mass of air. The streak of color. But this streak of color, had a light blue cloak wrapped round it shoulders, billowing out behind it. This streak of colour had a sword at it's side, which swung and twisted in the air, and finally it rode a broom. "It's James!" Hermione called. It was him. James streaked through the air, yelling and calling to them, waving a hand. They waved back as James began to circle to land. He stared to descend, only to be buffeted by the breeze that suddenly whipped him. Strong currents of wind encircled him and began to shake at the figure on the broom.
James pulled hard at the broom urging it up into the sky, further up into the sky, but the broom had mind of it's own. Now where had Harry seen that? The wind began to buffet and pull at him stronger than before. A sharp gust nearly knocked him from his broom, it jerked and struggle like someone had an invisible hand and was shaking at the broom.
They saw James lips move and form a very rude words as he struggle. Then James suddenly throw all his weight at the broom, forcing it into a dive. The assembled crowd gasped as Harry sailed towards the ground extremely fast. What the hell was he doing? He plummeted towards the ground at breakneck speed. James began to lean back, slowly at first, continuing his dive. Then he lean back totally struggling to regain to altitude as he near the ground, fifteen meters "Oh my God" Hermione said, blood going from her face "He's going to crash, I can't look" Hermione said nearly crying.
Ten meters. "He has to do his way, doesn't he?" Ron said angrily, well, not angrily, just slightly angry, but mostly scare stiff. five meters and..... The broom responded, and shoot up at the last second, clods of earth spraying out behind him as he did, he let out a yelling cry of both happiness and surprise. And the saw the hedge approaching him. The Weasley had revamped their garden, with a large hedge on the boarded, which James was about to hit. He let out a finally cry before smashing into the mass of green shrubbery, branches, and other things that were present in the tree that moment. He lean hard on his broom as he was whipped, bruised and knocked about by the mass of bush, he emerged on the other side, leaves spread across his cloak covered with foliage.
Due to the fact that he was leaning to his left on his broom, it swung round and headed into the bushes again. James let out another cry, but this time they heard a heavily haggard call of "Shit!" He reentered the hedge, and chorus of muffle, 'Oohhh!?' or 'Ahhhh' and finally 'You son of bitch!!??' came from the bush. And now finally, James shot out onto their side, and slammed on an air brake. James must have taken good care of his broom, because the strength of the air break shot him of his broom. He landed in a crumple heap on the ground. Cloak over his face. His broom abruptly floated over to him, and hovered above him.
The group rushed over to him, Fred and George laughing, Hermione near tears, and of course, she was in the lead. James flicked of his blue cloak and lay back against the ground, looking up into the sky for a moment, and then the next moment, Hermione was my his side "James" She asked breathlessly "Are you hurt?" James looked up at her and said angrily "Nothing except my pride I'm afraid Herm', and did anyone get the number of that bush?" He glances at around at the gathered crowd, and smiled "Oh, hello" then he saw Fred and George "Shut your overlarge face you witless cows" He said angrily "I've been flying straight form Sydney, and I can tell, it bloody hard"
He pulled himself to his feet, and swept off his blue cloak shaking water droplets from it. "Come on in need to show you all something, inside, go on" He began to push them towards the door, it swung opened and they all went, in. James last, he had his cloak wrapped around his arm and was twisting his hand round inside what appeared to be a backpack. Mrs Weasley looked up at shook as the came in, with James at the end. She gave him a powerful stare, wand rest in her left hand "Who is this Ron?" she asked. Ron sighed, waving a hand at James "Mum, meet James Wills" then he waved at his mother "James, meet mum" Finding what he wanted, James looked up at it for a moment and the shoved it into his pocket. Then he formed an elaborate bow "James Wills, Mrs Weasley" Mrs. Weasley giggled a little "Oh my, a dashing fellow you are, that Ron tells me" James blushed, and glared at Ron "Thank you Mrs. Weasley" Harry interceded before Mrs. Weasley could say anything "James, what's this little thing that you can't tell any of us?" a general murmur of agreement came from them. James smiled, with drawing a hexagonal piece of blue crystal from his pocket.
He didn't say a word, Just placed it on the table, and gave it a twist. A column of light sprung up in the air, and a man appeared, it was only about fifty centimeters tall ,but had a surprising amount of detail was express in the image, it bowed. The man was were long green robes, a dark shade of green. He had a small amount of long wavy brown, with streaks of black hair, tided back. He had a rather long nose and a little dent in his chin. It began to speak.
"Greetings to you, I, am Paul Onsen, Minister Of Magical Co-operation for the Ministry Of Magic, Australia. I am here, or my image is here to give you an opportunity to participate in The World Youth Quidditch Championship. This event takes place every two years, and only the best teams, or individuals can compete. Your team The Gryffindor House Quidditch team and all the members has been invited to take part in the event, you, a few friends and you family will journey to Australia, under the guidance of the carrier of this message, to compete in the event, along with your team, there are others from across the planet, so be prepared for fierce competition. All accommodation has been paid for at the See on Sea resort, with all transfer and meals provided.
I hope you can come.
Good Luck
Goodbye."
The message ended.
I said at the end of Voldemort's ally, there would be Quidditch and here you are, Quidditch. Please review, or should I say just REVIEW? Oh who cares.
Paladin Starfire
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, his enemies and friends belong to J.K Rowling & Warner Brothers as well as all magical item and creatures etc. All other characters, monsters, creatures and items are owned by me. Unless they are mention in one of J.K.R's books.
