Sailor Witches 9

Lydia's Relatives

Disclaimer: I do not own HP or Sailor Moon. And here we are finally at the Quidditch Game—sorry it took so long!

It wasn't hard at all for Lydia to decide what to wear. Since she was going to be supporting Ireland, she went all out on Irish colors attire. Around her head she wore an Irish flag around her head and her famous white "Kiss Me I'm Irish T-shirt" with shamrocks as dots, green jeans and green trainers.

Ami sat ready to go wearing with her backpack on and reading Quidditch Through the Ages. She was wearing white shirt under a green jumper dress. "This book is quite informative—do you know that they used to use a snidgit for the golden snitch?"

"Uh—yeah," Lydia mumbled.

"Hey, Lydia," said Lita, "you wouldn't happen to have another one of those shirts, would you?"

"Why, yer not Irish," Lydia asked.

"I just want someone go kiss me," she said truthfully, wearing khakis and a green shirt.

"All right, let's go!" Mina said, walking out wearing a white baseball cap with the English flag and having her long blond hair tied in a braid with the braid through the hole. She wore a white T-shirt that said, "I love England" and white Capri pants with white and red tennis shoes and a belt buckle in the shape of a red heart.

"Uh, Mina," Raye muttered, "We're supposed to be supporting Ireland." She was wearing a green tank top and a long denim skirt.

"Yeah, but the game is in England," Mina insisted. "Besides, I don't have anything green. I spent all my money on this outfit and I thought the best time to wear it would be today."

"You can buy a rosette when we get there," Madame Indigo said.

Serena was still deciding on what to wear. She came out holding two different shirts and bottoms. "Okay, what do you think?"

"Serena, we're all just going to a Quidditch game," Mina said. "You're not going on a date or anything."

"But it's my first Quidditch game and I want it to be perfect!" She exclaimed.

"Just go get something green," Lydia said.

"I don't have anything green!" Serena gasped. "Oh man, I forgot!"

Lydia walked with her to her room, "let me help you…oh here you go! You've got something green." She held up a white shirt with a cute little frog on it. "This will do."

"I don't like it," Serena said quickly. "I don't know why I packed that."

"Well, wear something either orange or white," Lydia suggested. "We have to get going. We'll miss it!"

Serena couldn't decide on any of her clothes, so she borrowed Lydia's Irish flag T-shirt and shorts. After checking that they had everything they needed, they transformed and sailor teleported with the guardian cats as Madame Indigo disaparated. They arrived right outside the campground and the girls changed back to them before anyone noticed. Madame Indigo walked up to the gate and paid for their campsite. When they walked into the wood, Serena kept blinking and rubbing her eyes. "Something's wrong with me," she said, "all I see is green!"

Lydia chuckled. "No, yer eyes are fine."

"It's just Ireland showing their colors," Madame Indigo said. "All right, here we are. Could yeh girls help me set up?"

"Sure," said Lita as she spread the tent around and she and Raye began to hammer in the stakes.

"Maybe we should've brought an bigger tent," Ami said. "This is only a four man tent."

"Don't worry," Madame Indigo assured with a grin. "Ye girls will fit."

"How?"

"Oh, you'll see."

After the tent was put up, the girls got down on their hands and knees and crawled in. Serena crawled back out and in to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. "This is…the coolest tent I've ever been in!"

Their tent didn't look like the inside of a tent at all. There was a kitchen and bathroom and sitting room, not to mention two bedrooms with bunk beds. It looked nearly the same as Madame Indigo's cottage.

"Hey, I thought we were roughing it," Lita muttered, disappointed. "Isn't that the point of camping?"

"If you'd like, Lita," Madame Indigo told her, "I can transfigure your bed into a hammock instead."

"Okay, I can go for that."

"It's not nearly as spacious as my tent," Madame Indigo said. "We can have separate tents so you girls can have privacy. Why don't you girls go and have a look around? There's a pump out there if you want to get some water. I'll make breakfast."

"Uh, sure," Serena said, "If we find our way back."

"How could we get lost, Serena?" Raye demanded. "We're parked in the green section."

"We'll be back in half an hour," said Lydia and the girls went out to explore the grounds. As they were leaving, Lydia saw the same boy she saved earlier in the summer talking to his black friend. They were kicking a football to each other.

"I thought I was dead," Seams said excitedly, "when I saw that train coming for me and then she just came out of the sky…like an angel."

His friend took the football and threw it at his head.

"Ow!" Seamus groaned. "Why the hell did you do that for?"

"Because kicking it probably would've been too hard," he replied. "I wanted to knock some sense in you."

"It's true, Dean," Seamus muttered. "I saw her. She saved my life…it…it was just so…amazing. I thought she'd gone nutters when she grabbed me and jumped off the bridge, but then we landed in a net. But of course," he said as-a-matter-of-factly, "she can do almost anything with those rainbow coins. I should've known that everything was under control."

The tall black kid sighed. "Here we go."

Lydia chuckled and put her hands on her hips. "I got a new fan," she told the other girls. "I saved that boy in the beginning of the summer from a runaway train."

"He's cute, Lydia," Mina announced with her arms crossed, surprising the others.

"You just noticed a cute boy!" Lita exclaimed. "What happened to the pact you made with yourself?"

"Cute for Lydia--I mean—not for me!" Mina tried to say.

"And she said," Seamus continued, "'Maybe—if you're lucky!' and you know what—I was lucky for seven whole days!"

"So?" Dean demanded, rolling his eyes, "did you see her again?"

"Well, no," Seamus said, "but that legend people said about her is true. If Sailor Rainbow saves you, you'll be lucky for a week! And it's real! Everything worked out for me that week. I got all my holiday homework done and we got really good tickets for the cup and all the games I played—I won!"

"Congratulations," said Dean.

"I didn't know they said that about me," Lydia said, rubbing her head. "People I save will be lucky for a week."

"I wonder what happens to the people you beat up," Lita said. "Maybe they'll be cursed for thirteen days or something."

"Probably," Lydia shrugged.

As the girls started to walk on, they were interrupted when they heard a commotion. Curious, they turned to see a crowd of angry looking men and woman around a woman with jeweled spectacles, wavy blond hair with a crocodile handbag in her red-clawed hand.

"How did you get in here?" demanded a tall man with brown hair.

"Why, Douglas," the woman, trying to sound polite, "this is the World Quidditch Cup. It's only once every four years, you know and I this has to be in The Daily Prophet."

"I don't think you came in here to see the match, Skeeter," said a short and stocky man. "Yeh want to write your damn column on other games."

Skeeter 'tsk-tsked,' "what makes you say that? Just what games are being played outside Quidditch? Hmm?"

"That's enough!" a woman stepped through the men. "We know what you're trying to do, Skeeter and it's not going to work!"

The people watched this all closely, wondering what was going on. Lydia found these people strangely familiar, however.

"All right," the Skeeter woman sighed, "I will speak Quidditch. Since your brother in law is in Azkaban and will not be able to play tonight, do you still think Ireland will win?"

"Are you saying Lynch is a bad Seeker?" the stocky blond rounded on her.

"Oh no, of course not, Angus," Miss Skeeter chuckled. "But not as good as Kenneth MacGreggor, was he?"

Lydia gasped and turned to her friends, "that's my dad!"

"Shame what happened to him," the woman went on. It was obvious she enjoyed working this family up. "A Bludger never touched him once and in his big Quidditch career, he is hit one in the head, causing him to go blind in one eye."

"Iris was able to bring back his sight," hissed a woman with a blond braid.

"Yes, your sister in law is quite a gifted healer, isn't she Fiona?" She inquired. "I wonder if there's anything if she can't fix."

"What is that supposed to mean?" demanded Douglass.

"She must've had practice in Hogwarts with Sirius Black," the woman continued. "Had a lot of 'accidents' shall we say?"

"That's enough!" Fiona snapped.

"Speaking of Black," the lady grinned, "any idea where he could be hiding? And how do you think he got out of Azkaban in the first place? No one before him has ever escaped from Azkaban Prison."

"You insinuating that my brother and my sister in law helped him?" Fiona demanded.

"Your words, not mine," the woman smirked. "But the public does know that she had an affair with Black."

"That is a lie!" exclaimed a woman with black hair with a short and petite build.

"Sirius Black is innocent," Douglas said through clenched teeth. "Soon everyone will know the truth. He was set up."

"So you keep saying," Skeeter groaned. "But the evidence points directly to him that he was working for You-Know-Who, and he killed all those poor muggles. Your sister and your brother-in-law were his accomplices. With them going to visit him so often—surely you can't say that they were just coming to bring him cakes. When Black is finally found, I think he'll get the Dementor's kiss. It will surely break Iris' heart—wouldn't it?"

Lydia heard enough. She walked up behind Skeeter and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me."

"Yes?" Rita Skeeter turned around. Lydia snarled and punched Skeeter in the stomach. Skeeter lurched forward and Lydia gave her an uppercut , making her glasses fly off. Skeeter backed up and Lydia jabbed with her left and gave a strong punch with her right, making Skeeter fall down.

"How dare you!" she hissed, trying to get up. "You have no right to…"

Lydia did not give her the chance to continue. "I have every right!" Lydia snapped with clenched fists. "The people you just badmouthed happen to be my parents!"

The people Skeeter was interrogating—Lydia's relatives—stared at her. Other witches and wizards paused to look at the scene. Skeeter grinned, "so you're Kenneth and Iris' estranged daughter. Where have you been hiding all these years?"

"None of your damned business!" Lydia sneered. "Get out of here, you insect, or—or—or—I'll take your stupid glasses and shove them up yer ahrss!"

"Quite a mouth you have there," Skeeter muttered.

"Now!" Lydia snarled.

Skeeter got to her feet, grabbed her glasses and put them on. "Very well. But I'm sure we'll meet again, soon."

"Can't wait," Lydia said sarcastically. "Go. Yer bad luck. I came here to see Ireland win, not have morons like you dis my family."

Skeeter chuckled as she walked away.

"Enjoy your next thirteen days!" Lita shouted after her.

When Skeeter was gone, Lydia's uncles, aunts and cousins crowded around her. "Lydia!" exclaimed her uncle Angus, "that was great. I was just about do that same thing with my bat!"

"Yeah, her head would make a fine Bludger, wouldn't it?" Lydia inquired, huffing smoke through her nose.

"Dean," Seamus said excitedly to his friend, "It's Lydia MacGreggor! Kenneth MacGreggor's daughter—He was seeker for Ballycastle Bats! My favorite Quidditch Team!"

"I thought you were a Kenmare Kestrel supporter, Seamus," said Dean, scratching his head.

Seamus grabbed Dean by the front of his shirt. "It doesn't matter! They're both Irish!"

"Sorry," Dean mumbled. "Just let go of me, man. You're going all nutters."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dean," Seamus chuckled.

Seamus stared at Lydia for a while as Lydia reconciled with her relatives. Serena and the others watched happily.

"That's so nice for Lydia," Serena sighed.

"Did anyone get a picture of what she did to that woman?" Raye asked excitedly.

"No," Lita groaned. "Dang, left my camera in the tent!"

"Wow, she's pretty," Seamus breathed, "don't you think so, Seamus?"

"Uh, yeah."

"It was cool how she hit Skeeter. Wow."

"Look, Seamus," Dean mumbled, "why don't you just go and talk to her?"

"No," Seamus looked flustered, "I can't. She's talking to her family. She hasn't seen them for years, you know. I just can't interrupt that."

"Just ask for an autograph," Dean insisted. "Go on, Seamus." He pushed him toward her.

"No, Dean," Seamus mumbled. "I don't think so…"

"Hey, look at her shirt," dean grinned, "what does it say?"

"'Kiss me, I'm Irish,'" Seamus stated and gasped. "No, I can't just go and kiss her in front of everybody! She'll do to me what she just did to Skeeter!"

"Come on, Seamus. Your biggest fear is banshees, not girls."

"But banshees are girls!"

"It's so nice to see you again, Lydia," said her Aunt Fiona. "We have so much catching up to do."

"Hey, do you want to go and meet the Irish team?" her uncle Angus asked.

"Really?" Lydia inquired, her indigo eyes flashing with excitement. "Would I? Sure—uh," she glanced at the others, "can my friends come?"

Serena and the others grinned hopefully, "Sure, of course they can!" her uncle exclaimed.

"I wish we knew you were coming, Lydia," said Douglas, "we could've celebrated."

"I would've come earlier!" said Lydia.

"We'll meet you later," Fiona told her and the others left for their tents.

"Okay," Seamus said, "they're going now—I think I can go and talk to her now—,"

"Yeah, you go, Seamus," Dean insisted. "Just go and ask for an autograph."

But as Seamus approached them, Lydia left with Angus to the stadium.

"Oh, rats," Seamus muttered. "I guess my good luck's all gone now."

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"Hey chaps," Angus entered the locker room where the other Quidditch Players were preparing to go on the field.

"What took you, Quigley?" asked Troy.

AN: I re-read chapter eight and decided to change Iris and her brothers' family name to Quigley instead of keeping it Connolly. You'll see why later.

"Sorry, Skeeter was giving us trouble." Angus grinned.

"Rita Skeeter is here?" Moran demanded. "Where?"

"Don't worry," Angus said, his arm around Lydia, "My niece here took care of her."

The Irish players looked down at Lydia. "Hey, is this your sister's kid?" Connolly inquired.

"Yes," he answered, "team, I want you to meet my niece, Lydia."

Grinning, they came toward her to introduce themselves and giving her their positions, shaking their hands. Lynch came forward.

"Jared Lynch," he said, "I'm the Seeker. Your dad was seeker—as I'm sure you know but I'm not as good as him. Best damn Seeker Ireland ever had."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lynch," Lydia smiled. "And these are my friends."

The girls introduced themselves.

"How'd you get tickets?" Mullet asked.

"Ludo Bagman sent them to me," she answered. "Seven tickets so I could bring six friends."

"Bagman sent you tickets?" Troy said, surprised. "I bet he's still upset about the Bludger."

"Yeah," Lydia answered. "We're excited to watch the match."

"I've never seen a Quidditch match before," Lita said. "It sounds like so much fun."

"We'd better get going," said Raye.

"Good luck, uncle Angus." Lydia wished.

"Hey, what about the rest of us?" Lynch said playfully.

Lydia laughed, "good luck, team. Show Bulgaria all yeh've got!"

The Irish players hooted and laughed. The rest of the girls wished the team luck as they walked out of the locker room. As they started to leave the stadium, a wizard in black and yellow robes was approaching them.

"You must be Lydia MacGreggor!" he said happily.

"Yes," Lydia said, "hey, yer Mr. Bagman, aren' yeh?"

"That's me," he smiled. "I see you got the tickets."

"Yes," Ami smiled. "Thank you so much for sending them."

"But there are only six of you," he gasped, counting the girls, "I did put seven tickets in, didn't I?"

"Oh, yeah," Lydia said quickly, "I invited Mad—er—Maura Indigo as well. She's at the tent."

"Maura, of course!" he exclaimed, "How could I forget? I should've sent her a ticket. Well, Lydia, I just want to apologize for causing your dad to lose his job. He was an excellent Quidditch player."

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Bagman," Lydia said softly. "It was an accident."

"I'll feel much better if you hit me," Bagman told her.

"What?" Lydia demanded. "I—I can't."

"Go on," he told her, "that's what your dad would do if he were here. Just hit me. I deserve it." He leaned his boyish face to her for her to hit. "What are you waiting for?"

Lydia sighed, raised her fist and hit Bagman in the cheek.

Bagman's head turned and he rubbed his cheek, smiling. "Ah, there we go!"

"Happy to help," Lydia said.

"I always betted for the Ballycastle Bats when we didn't play them," Ludo said. "Do you want to place a bet?"

"What?" Lydia inquired.

"Bet on what?" Ami asked.

"I'll bet you five galleons that Leviski is the first to get injured and Ireland wins," Mr. Bagman said, "go on, I'll bet you."

"Uh, okay," Lydia mumbled, "But I haven't any money on me now, Mr. Bagman."

"Not a problem," he said. He sounded like the man who betted just for the fun of it. "You pay me when you can if you lose."

"Uh, I bet ten sickles that Ireland wins?" Lydia inquired, trying to remember wizarding money.

"Oh come on," Ludo insisted. "You can do better than that. We can't both just bet that Ireland wins."

"Hmm," Lydia said, "let's see here then. Who's the seeker for Bulgaria?"

"That'll be Viktor Krum."

"Right, well, one, no, five galleons that my uncle knocks a Bludger in his face. Troy's a Chaser and the team captain so another five that he's the first to score." She paused, fingering her chin, "five galleons for three penalties for Ireland and…" she continued trying to do the math, "ten galleons that Ireland wins. So that makes…"

"Twenty-five galleons," Bagman said, writing it down in a notebook. "Ah, now that's a bet."

"Lydia," Serena said, "let's go back. We told Madame Indigo we'd be back in thirty minutes and it's nearly been an hour. I'm starving!"

"Oh, right." Lydia said, "Thanks again for the tickets, Mr. Bagman."

Lydia and the others walked off back to the campground. "This is so cool," Serena said. "All these people from all over the world to see this match. You met your aunts and uncles, and…and…why's that old man wearing a nightgown?" she pointed to Archie, a man walking around in a flowery nightgown.

"This getting weird," Mina mumbled as she watched Archie walk away. But she spoke too soon when a group of people speaking in French walking by and she saw him, again, the same French blond boy in the beret. She gasped and stepped back, pointing. "Do you all see that boy in the blue beret?"

"Who?" Lydia asked, "There's more than one."

"The blond one," she insisted. "Do you see him?"

They looked back at the French people as they passed and Mina sighed. "Oh, never mind. He's gone now, but I could've sworn!"

The girls made it back to the tent for food. "Sorry, Madame Indigo. We met some people and lost track of time." Lydia said.

"No problem," she said offhandedly. "Hurry and eat. It's in thirty minutes so hurry and I got you all these."

She set down six green rosettes, which the girls pinned to their shirts. They ate their food quickly before retuning to the stadium.

"Everyone got your tickets?" Madame Indigo asked as they started to leave.

"Sure do," Raye said as the girls held them up.

"Right then," Madame Indigo said as they walked up to the top box. "Here we are. Best seats in the house."

"Maura!" called a familiar voice. "Maura, over here."

Madame Indigo and the girls looked to the voice. It was Mr. Weasley with his many redheaded children, Harry and Hermione. He was sitting just a few seats away from them.

"Arthur!" she exclaimed. "Hello!"

She walked up to him and talked to the others and started talking. She looked at Bill. "Bill Weasley? I haven't seen you in ages!"

When the girls saw just who Bill was, they all got hearts in their eyes. Serena gasped and Mina closed her eyes, trying to remember her promise to stay away from boys. All they could do was stare.

"He looks just like," Lita began but the girls cut her off saying, "we know, Lita. We know."

And Madame Indigo's talk of how tall and handsome he got really didn't help.

"Tell me, Bill," she said, winking, "I'm sure all the girls are dying for you give them a tour of Egypt. You do have lady friends down there, I'm sure? A strapping young man like you…I'm sure you're quite the heartbreaker."

"I don't care if he is or not," Raye said to the girls. "He is hot! Wouldn't you agree, Mina?"

"Er, sure, pretty cute for a ginger," Mina answered, biting her lower lip.

"And what's wrong with gingers?" Lydia demanded.

"Oh, and besides," Mina said, "I told myself I'd never fall for another boy again. No more broken hearts—no—no! I'm through with boys! No more boys for me, thank you very much!"

"Mina, I might be mistaken," Serena said, "but hat's no boy. That's a man."

"Yeah," Lita grinned, "a very, very good looking man too."

"There you go, Mina," Raye said, nudging her, "your problem was that you were going after boys but what you need is a man! I bet you that he's the man of your dreams, isn't he?"

"And if he's one of Mr. Weasley's boys," Lydia added, "I'm sure he's very nice. All of them. But I'm not totally sure with the one in the glasses…he looks kinda 'iffy' to me."

"I hope Madame Indigo introduces us to them," Serena said with a grin. "Look at the guy's clothes! I bet he just came from a rock concert!"

Bill's cheeks became the same color of his hair. "Well, yeah…I guess you can say that. I didn't know working for Gringotts would attract so many girls." He and Madame Indigo laughed.

The twin boys were making gagging faces behind their backs. The younger Weasley boy, built like Bill, played with his Omniocolars nervously. The only girl in the family muffled a giggle with her hand. The second oldest son grinned and stood up.

"What about me?" he inquired, "Bill's not the only one with a fun job."

"Charlie!" she cried, putting her hand on his shoulder. "How are you?"

"I'm fine."

She noticed a shiny burn on his arm, "Do you really enjoy working with dragons?"

"Sure I do," he replied, hands in his pockets, "probably as much as you enjoy catching Death Eaters."

She chuckled and looked around at the Weasley kids. "Oh, Fred, George, there you two are. What have you been up to? Usual mischief, I believe?"

"Who, us?" Fred inquired, looking innocent but failed.

"Never!" George cried.

Madame Indigo grinned, "It's okay boys, unlike your mother," she put her arms around them and brought her face to their ears, "I find it amusing. Keep it up."

"Er, thanks," George said with a grin. "We will."

"Hello, Ron," Madame Indigo said to the boy playing with his Omniocolars.

"Hi," he said.

"Ginny, you're growing up," Madame Indigo gasped at the redheaded girl. "Do you like going to Hogwarts now that you finally get to go?"

Ginny nodded, "yes."

The redheaded boy with glasses coughed in his hand to get her attention. "Eh-hem, hello, Miss Indigo."

"Oh, Percy, hello!" she said. "What are you doing now that you're out of Hogwarts?"

"I'm working in the ministry," she said proudly. "For Mr. Crouch."

"Ah, interesting," Madame Indigo nodded. "I'm sure Molly's very, er, very proud of yeh. Where is Molly anyway?"

"I'm afraid she couldn't come," Arthur replied.

"Oh, shame," Madame Indigo frowned. She looked down at the two children that did not belong to the Weasley family. It was quite simple because neither of them had red hair. She caught the lightning scar on Harry's forehead and gasped. "Why, Harry Potter! Hello! I'm Maura."

"Harry?" Mina jumped up.

"Pleased to meet you," he said.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you," Maura said to the girl with bushy brown hair.

"I'm Hermione Granger," the girl said.

"Hello, Hermione," Madame Indigo smiled. "I like you to meet my houseguests." She turned to Lydia and the others who walked forward. Serena, Raye and Lita fought to shake hands with Bill while Ami and Lydia shook hands with everyone else.

"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Weasley," said Ami.

"Hi, Harry," Mina beamed at Harry, her hand outstretched, "Long time, no see."

"You know her?" Ron asked Harry.

Harry stared at Mina for a moment, looking her over. Mina bit her lip, 'Maybe he doesn't remember.' She thought sadly.

"Er," Harry said and noticed her long blond hair. He remembered the hair, but not in a braid. "Wait, Mina?"

"Yeah," Mina said. "How's it going?"

Harry stood up and smiled. "Mina, hi! Sorry. I didn't recognize you." He shook her hand. "How ya been?"

"Fine."

Ron nudged Harry and Harry turned to Ron. "Oh, this is Mina. We went to primary school together."

"Really?" George inquired.

"Yeah," Harry answered.

"What's new?" Harry asked Mina, "I didn't see you after school."

"Well, I moved to Japan," she said.

"Yeah."

"I bet now that you're going to Hogwarts," Mina said, "you don't have to worry about your stupid fat cousin trying to bully you."

"No," Harry smiled thankfully, "just the summer holidays."

After introducing themselves and talking about Quidditch, they all took their seats and waited for the game to start.

A family with blond hair came into the box to take seats. Lita leaned to the other girls and said in a hushed voice, "hey guys, is it just me, or does that guy look like Malachite?" She nodded to the man with long white blond hair.

"Yeah, he does," Mina mumbled, studying his hair and height. "But I don't' think its him."

"And that woman certainly doesn't look like Zoicite," Ami added.

"Their boy looks like a spoiled brat," Raye grunted.

When Lydia looked up at the family, she gasped and grabbed her head. Serena turned to her.

"Lydia, what's wrong?" she asked.

"That man," she grunted. "I…I know him…"

They looked at the man again. "From where?" Ami asked. "Who is he?"

"That's Lucius Malfoy," Madame Indigo answered for Lydia, eyeing the Malfoy family irritably. "He's responsible for putting Lydia's parents in Azkaban."

"Who's that he's talking to?" Mina asked.

"Cornelius Fudge," Madame Indigo replied. "Minister of Magic."

As the girls watched the Malfoy's talk with the Minister and the look Mr. Weasley hade on his face, it was clear that the Malfoys were the kind of wizards not to be close with and it was no wonder why Mr. Weasley wanted to get something on Malfoy. But they could tell how he talked with the minister, that Madame Indigo was right. He did favor the Malfoy family and their money.

Lucius Malfoy glanced in their direction and Lydia winced as she turned her head, the memories Madame Indigo had tried to flush out returning. "I…hate…that…man," she grumbled. "I…hate…him!"

"Lydia," Serena said. "Are you going to be all right? Do you want to go back to the tent?"

"No," Lydia said. "We're going to stay and watch Ireland win. I don't care who's up here. But someday, I promise you, Malfoy's going to regret all he's done to my parents. I'll make him pay." She caught Mr. Bagman charging into the box.

"Everyone ready?" he asked.

"Ready when you are, Ludo," said Fudge.

Ludo looked at Lydia and beckoned her over, "Lydia, can you come here for a moment?"

"Uh, sure," she said awkwardly, casting furtive looks at her friends as she stood by Mr. Bagman. "Yes, Mr. Bagman?"

"I'd just like you to give a quick announcements," he said.

"What?" she demanded. "What announcement?"

Bagman pointed his wand to his throat and said, "Sonorus! Ladies and gentleman!" he announced, his voice echoing through the stadium and he took Lydia's arm. "Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty second Quidditch World Cup!"

There were applause booming around the stadium. Lydia was wondering what he was going to do next. She almost started to wish to send the tickets back. "We have a special guest tonight. Please all welcome the daughter of Kenneth MacGreggor,"

Lydia grinned nervously at the crowd looking up at her. At the sound of her name, Lucius looked up at Lydia and his handsome face turned to a sneer. Lydia found herself sneering back for a second and then smiled up to Mr. Bagman. People in the top box looked at Lydia and Bagman, whispering around.

"Superb former Seeker for the Ballycastle Bats—Lydia MacGreggor!" He cast a quick look to Malfoy. It seemed that it wasn't only Lydia's family that knew the MacGreggors were innocent and Malfoy framed them.

Lydia grinned and waved at the people starring at up her, nervously. "Hi, happy to be here."

"I don't think they can hear you, Lydia, speak up," Bagman laughed, pointing his wand to his throat and said, "Sonorus! What was that, Miss MacGreggor?"

"Thank yeh very much, Mr. Bagman," Lydia said proudly, waving at the people. "Yes, I am the daughter of Kenneth MacGreggor. Only the best Seeker in the world of course. He would be here to play for Ireland himself," she shot a glance at the Malfoys, "but under unfortunate circumstances, couldn't be here. But that's okay, because Ireland's still going to win anyway."

The Irish supporters hooted with excitement while all the Bulgarians booed. If only she knew that the Bulgarian minister was sitting just a few feet away.

And I'd like to introduce you my guests!" she grinned and turned her friends.

Serena and the others gasped, waving their arms saying, "No, no!"

"Maura Indigo…famous Auror, dark wizard catcher," she glanced at the Malfoys again, "so look out all of you. And my good friends from Japan, Serena Tsukino, Ami Mizuno, Raye Hino, Mina Aino and Lita Kino. If you want autographs, we'll be waiting outside the stadium. Five knuts each."

There were groans throughout the stadium and she chuckled. "Just kidding! Now let the game begin!"

"Couldn't agree more, Lydia," Mr. Bagman said, thoroughly impressed.

"Thank you, Mr. Bagman."

He pointed his wand to Lydia's throat and said, "Quietus. You can sit down now and enjoy the match."

Grinning ear to ear, Lydia sat down. Her friends stared at her but Madame Indigo just chuckled.

"What?" she demanded.

"Did you have to embarrass us like that?" Serena demanded.

"Oh, lighten up, lassies," Lydia insisted, "I bet yeh after this we'll become stars. Everyone's gonna be wanting our autographs." She grinned and looked at them, sounding like Bagman, "go on, I'll bet yeh."

TO BE CONTINUED