Hello Everyone! I am really sorry about the extra long wait on these chapters. Long story short our internet has been down for an entire month only really got it back up today. That's it. Sorry again! But on the plus side that means I've got a total of... SEVEN CHAPTERS for you guys to read!

I will openly admit I'm not exactly proud of all of them, I feel like there are ways I could've gone about doing certain things better, but I honestly haven't the slightest idea on how to actually apply the changes in a way that my brain can understand it.

Well Anyway here we are; Book 4 Chapter 3! Enjoy!


Last time on Black and White:

"Right! Yes, I'll just...!" he faltered as he pointed to the door behind him and rushed to leave.

Once the door slammed Hermione stared at the spot where one of her best friends had just basically seen her naked and wanted nothing more than to simply disappear. Unknown to her Andrew was squatted over with his hands in his face feeling the exact same way.


Book 4 – Chapter 3: So it begins.

The rest of the family was up and running quite quickly; much to Andrew's surprise. Who would've thought that Quidditch was the thing to make them punctual... Andrew realized he that he should've recognized that fact ages ago.

So Arthur, Ron, the Twins, Ginny, Hermione, Harry and Andrew were set to go on their trip. It apparently took them through the forest across the pond from their property. They walked for a while until they heard Mr Weasley mumble to himself.

"Now where is that man...?"

"Ah, Arthur!"

The group turned around Harry and Andrew already having their wands pulled out while Hermione was in the process of having hers in her grasp when they saw an older man standing in front of them, about the same age as Mr Weasley.

"Oh, Amos! Must you do that every time?!" the gentle red headed man asked as he placed a hand over his chest to sedate his beating heart.

"Oh come now Arthur, it's tradition! We've been doing this since our second year at Hogwarts!"

"Yes, and I've hated it since then."

The stranger laughed fully before turning his attention on the children before him.

"Ah yes, hello Weasley's how are we all doing this morning?" he greeted with a genuine smile on his face.

"Hello Mr Diggory." the Weasley greeted back in various tones of excitement.

"So where's Cedric?" Ginny asked innocently.

"Hold on; Diggory - as in Cedric Diggory? The Hufflepuff Seeker?" Andrew asked placing it all together.

"The very same, he had to pop back home to collect something he should be back any minute now."

"Hi! Sorry, sorry about that!" came the breathless apologies of the seventh year Puff.

"Diggory." Andrew greeted with a nod.

"Potter." the handsome lad returned the nod.

"Potter? Oh yes of course, how very rude of me; you are of course the Potter... twins?" Amos said tilting his head ever so slightly.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir." Harry greeted tensely, while Andrew ignored him completely.

"Well we should get a move on, only have about an hour or so before we're left behind." Arthur said quickly, bringing everyone's attention back to the task at hand.

As the group moved on, the boys endured a wave of questions from Amos Diggory as well as a few backhanded comments from the man who obviously thought way too highly of his son. Thankfully Cedric seemed to take offense to his father's repeated praises and alternated between apologizing and asking the man to calm down.

Andrew and Harry simply waved him off and continued to humor his father, soon enough they found themselves on a hill providing them with a beautiful view of the country side.

"Alright everyone, gather around. We've got a few more seconds." Mr Weasley said as he rushed to an innocent looking boot sat atop a small tree stump.

"Anyone care to explain?" Andrew asked looking around.

"It's a portkey, mate." Fred provided helpfully.

"Oh shit! Really?!" the dark skinned boy asked excitedly.

"Andrew!" Hermione shrieked as she cast a nervous glance at the adults.

"What's a portkey?" Harry asked.

"Transportation!" Andrew told his brother with a look of absolute excitement. "It's... hard to explain, just hold on and you'll see for yourself."

Harry seemed a bit reluctant before shrugging and take a hold of the item of clothing.

Amos pulled small clock from his waist coat and began the countdown. "Alright everyone, 5... 4... 3... 2..."

In a moment Harry and the others felt themselves being pulled. It felt as if they had been falling constantly, finally the sensation stopped and the six underage students felt themselves being thrown from the object they had just been holding on to.

"That was awesome!" Andrew exclaimed as the others around him groaned.

The adults who had landed gracefully chuckled.

"Well, glad to see one of you enjoyed themselves." Mr Weasley said with a small laugh.

As they approached a seemingly open field they found themselves entering a shimmering field and came face to face with thousands of tents and a bloody stadium set up in the open field.

"Whoa." Harry breathed speechlessly. His brother along with Hermione nodded their heads in agreement as they too stared at the thousands of people around them.

"Ah, good morning! Names please?" asked a man in an impressive looking suit.

"Diggory and Weasley." Amos answered with a smile.

"Let's see here... Ah, there you are. Please enjoy the event!" the man said happily before he seemed to frown. "Hmm, what event was this again?" he muttered in a confused manner.

"Umm...?" Andrew verbalized as he looked around at the others in a highly concerned manner.

Just then a man dressed in dark brown robes seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Ah, Weasely! Excited for the match tonight?" he asked with vigor.

"Excuse me, could you remind me what match this is again?" the man in the suit asked the dark robed man.

"Oh, Merlin, not again." the robed man muttered before pulling his wand and pointing it at the man.

"Umm!?" Andrew said again, before he was ignored.

"Obliviate. Now Carlson, you're here to take the names of those attending the event tonight."

The suited man blinked before smiling and shaking his head slightly. "Yes, of course, sorry about that. It is odd that no ones needed their cars parked for them yet. Oh well." the man said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"Now then, Arthur shall we?" the robed man asked as he motioned forward.

"Of course, oh Ludo this is my family. As well as Harry and Andrew Potter and Hermione Granger." Mr Weasley introduced. "Kids this is Ludo Bagman, he's the one who got us these tickets."

"Oh brilliant! It's a pleasure to meet you all!" he greeted happily.

The others murmured their greetings while Andrew still looked stunned.

"Excuse me, but who was that man back there?" he asked pointing to the suited man.

"Oh, he's a muggle who agreed to help us out with the event tonight." Bagman answered with a smile.

"Why did you obliviate him?" Harry asked clearly confused.

"Oh well, you know don't want him accidentally telling any of his muggle friends about this." then man answered as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

"Then why not get a witch or wizard to do this?!" Andrew asked his eyes widening in shock.

"Oh... well..."

"What are the effects of over exposure to the obliviate spell?"

"Oh, err... honestly I can't really say..."

"Jesus Christ! What the hell is wrong with you people! Does he at the very least have family attending the match?"

"..."

"I'm fucking done." Andrew said throwing his hands in the air before walking ahead of the group.

"Oh, err, Ludo, we'll catch up later I have to make sure I don't loose him." Arthur said in a rushed manner. Before telling Amos and Cedric the same thing and rushing after Andrew, followed by the others.

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After what catching up with Andrew and dealing out a what he deemed a tough talking to. Arthur set up the tent and was finished quite quickly. Harry stared at the small mobile home and raised a brow at his brother who shrugged and entered the tent.

Harry followed and was once again blown away at what he saw. The tent was ridiculously spacious on the inside.

"God, I love magic." he muttered happily as he walked over to a bunk bed and threw his stuff on the top bunk.

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During the course of the day they were joined by Ron's two eldest brothers Bill and Charlie Weasley. The group enjoyed exploring the multiple tents outside the stadium, some had very minimalist designs but there were a few that were... a bit extra. One for example was outrageously extravagant with with actual peacocks walking around it. The group simply took one look at it and opted to ignore it completely.

Soon night fell on the group, on some last minute shopping, they picked up several Ireland merchandise, except for the twins who opted to get some Bulgarian jerseys.

The group then followed the large crowd as they entered the stadium all of them chatting among themselves happily, they continued on their trip up to their section when they heard a familiar drawl from behind them.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Weasley family? And a few... extras."

Turning they came face to face with Lucius Malfoy.

"Malfoy." Mr Weasley greeted tensly.

"Got left with the nose bleed section, hey? How unfortunate."

"I think we'd all prefer that than being stuck with that shit stain."

Hermione groaned before elbowing her best friend in the side. "Stop it." she scolded.

Malfoy Jr heard the comment and stepped towards the boy before being held back by his mother, a cool looking woman, white hair, even whiter than that of her husband's and she didn't seem interested in the petty arguments between the two men.

"Control yourself boy." He commanded of his son before turning to Andrew himself. "Like father, like son." he commented in a tone that didn't leave Andrew feeling too great. Something in the way he had stated that comment made the boy feel... dirty.

"I believe we must get going." Arthur said as he ushered the children away.

"Blood traitors." Draco muttered as he and his father entered their booth.

Once the group had made it to their section they looked down at the pitch each one excitedly chatting to each other.

They didn't have to wait long however as the crowds below started cheering ever so loudly. Peeking over they noticed a few people enter the stadium from the walk out ramps and suddenly heard the voice of the announcer over the speaker.

"Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the finale of the Quidditch World Cup! My name is Ludo Bagman and I will be announcing tonight's match! Now before we get started please welcome the Bulgarian mascots onto the field!" He called out excitedly as the crowd roared in response.

When the group looked down once more they saw a collection of very beautiful women float into the air and begin doing their routine for the show.

Andrew blinked as he suddenly felt the overwhelming need to show off. He looked at the angelic women floating about doing various flips and twirls. He looked around for something, anything he could use to show these goddesses just how impressive he was.

"What is happening?!" he suddenly heard in his mind and blinked the aggressive thoughts away. Turning he saw his brother about to climb over the railing holding them back.

"Harry, stop!" he yelled through their link which prompted his brother to freeze and take a step back before breathing in deeply.

"What the hell was that?" the raven haired boy asked.

"I don't know, but I really don't like it." Andrew stated as he looked around and noticed many men yelling out their accomplishments; such as Ron and Bill and many men seemed to be flexing in hopes of catching the ladies attention; see the other Weasley men.

Andrew turned to Hermione who looked slightly annoyed.

"Are they...?" he asked pointing to the women.

"Veela." Hermione finished with a nod.

"Damn... that allure is powerful! Was not expecting that at all." he said as he took a few breaths to lower his heart rate.

"Mhmm." Hermione responded before shooting a look at the still bragging Ron and shaking her head.

Before long the beautiful women completed their routines and floated back to the ground and were replaced by the Leprechauns who did a rather less dramatic but never the less entertaining performance.

Once they were done Ludo announced the teams which made everyone cheer once more as well, there seemed to be a lot of attention on this Krum fellow, Andrew noticed. A world renowned seeker and the youngest to be recruited by a professional Quidditch team. Ron seemed to be a fan, as did his bushy haired friend if the small smile on her face was any indication.

Personally Andrew thought, the guy was perhaps a bit too big to play a position like seeker. Chaser? Yes. Keeper? Sure. Beater? Absolutely. But Seeker? He couldn't see it. He thought a smaller guy would heed better results but what did he know? He was just one of the youngest seekers in recent Hogwarts History.

Pulling him from his thoughts Ludo Bagman announced the referee and the group watched as the striped man released the balls as well as the ever elusive Golden Snitch and almost immediately the match started!

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"Ireland won, but Krum caught the snitch. The ever loving hell?" Andrew raved as he and his friends walked back to the tent.

"They were just unlucky! Ireland's a really strong team!" Ron defended.

"Sure... by the way, where are the twins?"

"Not sure, said something about having to collect, or something like that." Ginny said with a shrug.

"They aren't gambling, are they?" Hermione cut in looking worried.

"They'd better not be." Arthur said sternly as they finally arrived at their tent.

Once inside more discussions about the match raved as Harry and Ron thought it was a brilliant game while Andrew thought that while yes it was entertaining, that didn't excuse Bulgaria for allowing Ireland that massive a gap that 150 free points were rendered useless in the end. Charlie seemed to agree with Andrew and another debate began as Hermione and Ginny shared a look of boredom.

"Boys." Hermione said as she rolled her eyes at them.

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The night went on and the sounds of celebration from the Ireland supporters rang out through the night, the kids were told to stay in the tent, for good reason; spell fire and multiple fights could be heard outside their tents.

They were okay with their situation as they stayed in and kept themselves entertained. That is until a loud scream broke out through the air. They all shared a look before looking over at Mr Weasley.

"Probably somebody having had too much to drink." he replied hoping to calm them down.

Only the screams didn't stop, if anything, they seemed to increase. Placing his book down, Mr Weasley ran to the tent flaps and was about to peek outside when a very winded Bill and Charlie burst through.

"Dad! Death Eaters! We've got to go!" Bill stated quickly.

The blood drained from the eldest Weasley as he turned to look at the other children.

"Alright you lot, you're going to run and you're not going to stop. Get to the wooded area and stay there wait for me to come find you. Do NOT try to help just let the adults deal with this! Fred and George, protect your sister!" he said as he drew his wand and motioned for them to go.

The children ran out of the tent and made an immediate beeline for the trees surrounding the area. The sounds of screams and cries echoing through the air as people ran from the terrifying terrorists. Once they were a good distance in the wood, Harry seemed to have a moment of insanity.

"We have to go back." he declared. "They could use our help."

"Harry, no! Mr Weasley told us to hide and stay put until he found us." Hermione retorted hotly.

"But-"

"Harry!" the raven haired boy froze when he saw his brother, looking absolutely angry. "Don't be an idiot. We're talking about fully grown wizards and witches with years of experience over us. Going out there would be suicide."

"That's some Gryffindor attitude." Ron muttered angrily before going on. "Harry's right! We should go out there and help out."

"Okay, calm down. Going out to die is an idiotic thing to want to do and once again this isn't about being in a bloody house, it's common sense, you dense twats! You go out there and get hit with a cutting curse strong enough to tear your leg off, now your dad has to worry about protecting himself while keeping your dumb arse safe as well. Use your fucking brain, Weasley!" Andrew yelled at the red head.

"Huh, it's strange, didn't think any of you had a half decent brain in those heads of yours." said a mocking tone.

"Piss off, Malfoy." Ron yelled out.

"Now that isn't very nice, Weasley. And here I thought I would come over and provide you with some company."

"Why are you here anyway, Malfoy? Weren't allow to play with your daddy and his friends?" Ron provoked while gesturing to the direction the masked terrors were.

"That is a serious accusation, Weasley. I hope you have proof, as you know my father was expunged of any wrong doing." Malfoy said dangerously as he stepped towards the group.

The others tensed and readied themselves for a fight when a woman marched into their path. Andrew noted that it was the same woman standing with the Malfoy's from before, her eyes roamed over the group of children before falling on Andrew and she seemed to pause for a moment before breathing deeply and turning to Draco.

"Come now, Draco. We must be going." the woman said, her voice both soft yet commanding.

The ponce seemed to debate it for a moment before huffing and turning away with the woman. Ron seemed ready to say something but a hand on his arm stopped him. Hermione shook her head telling him to let it go before turning to the others.

"Where did the twins and Ginny go?" she asked after a moment.

The others looked around for a bit before sharing a look of panic and rushing off further into the woods, calling out the names of the missing Weasley's.

"We've got to split up." Andrew said quickly.

"What?! But-"

"Hermione there isn't time, they could be anywhere. Go! We'll meet back here!" he told her before running to look for his friends.

"We should go in two's. I'll follow him, you two look down there." Hermione said exasperated before running off after Andrew.

Seeing him a little in front of her she pushed her legs and ran faster before catching up to the boy.

"Hey!" she called out.

"Christ! Hermione, dammit don't sneak up on a guy, what are you doing here anyway?" Andrew asked as he attempted to slow down his heart rate.

"Pairs, it's safer. Besides four eyes are better than two."

"That completely depends on the eyes though. If your eyesight is as shite as Harry's well then..."

"Not my point but regardless. You usually use your head a lot more than this, why'd you just run off like that?" Hermione asked quietly as they approached the first signs of damaged tents, they had made it back to the campsite.

Andrew didn't answer, he looked around frantically, for some reason he just had a deep rooted feeling in his gut that something bad was going to happen and in no way wanted a repeat of second year.

Hermione's brows furrowed at that. She was about to open her mouth to say something, when another voice cut her off.

"Morsmordre!"

The pair froze as a spell was shot off into the air. They looked up and gaped as they saw a massive skull with a snake coiling around it appear, looking back to the person who cast it, they noticed that he had completely disappeared.

Before they could process what was happening, many pops happened around them and they were surrounded by wizards aiming their wands at them.

"Drop your wands and raise your hands!" one of the men shouted.

"Ah shit." Andrew muttered tiredly.

Hermione quickly obliged and revealed her walnut and dragon heartstring wand to the ground, Andrew wasn't so lucky.

"Drop your wand!" they commanded again.

"I'm looking for it!" he yelled back.

"If you don't drop your wand this instant-"

"For the love of Christ, I don't have my bloody wand on me! It must've been stolen!"

"Harry, I need you here. Now!"

"On my way!"

"That's it, we're giving you till the count of three!"

"1..."

"Andrew, just drop your wand!" Hermione called out.

"2..."

"I would if I fucking had it!"

"3!"

"Ah shit!"Andrew shouted before pulling Hermione down and covering her from the spell fire.