06/07/2020:

I apologise for the wait between 3rd and 4th Year, because of COVID and my fear for my GCSE results, I have been getting severe Writer's Block for Rebekah's story. My GCSEs are cancelled and I've been busy trying to sort my transition into Sixth Form.

I officially know why Hermione was upset when the end of year exams was cancelled. My 'holiday' has been full of me trying to work my frustrations into other fics before I could continue writing this one.

There will be slow updates for this FF, but they will be long chapters.

Chapter 51

Rebekah curled to her left side as pain filled her shoulder. She stayed silent as she allowed the pain to attack her scar before it dulled to a deep ache. Sagging into the mess that was Emperor's fur, Rebekah brought her hand up to his furry neck and gave him a good scratch to try and distract herself.

She wasn't a dreamer, she usually had 'a dream' that had young Tom Riddle there to converse with. Rebekah never had normal dreams. But this didn't seem like a dream, it was too clear and you don't get physical pain from dreams.

Could it be a vision of sorts?

Rebekah couldn't find another explanation for it.

Wormtail, Rebekah wished that she had allowed Sirius and Lupin to kill that disgusting rat of a man, she wished she had killed him. He was in the dream. So was Voldemort, the Wizard that killed her parents and now just wouldn't leave the poor girl alone. She had a year free of him last year but she doubted it would happen again.

She didn't know anymore. Rebekah sat up in the bed with a huff and flicked her hair out of her face. Her hair was longer than she would have lived, reaching down to her waist. The natural colour darkened to a burgundy colour as it tried to look like the same hair as her mother but her father's colour came in too, darkening the bright red and giving her brilliant green eyes.

When Rebekah looked into the mirror, she saw a young Witch of fifteen instead of fourteen. She was maturing quickly due to the constant use of the Time-Turner, but she was still legally fourteen. She still had a few years before she became an adult in appearance and skill.

"Should I tell Sirius?" She asked Emperor when he sat down beside her. His meow answered that. "Ugh, fine. I'll do it now."

She began writing after getting the needed items:

Dear Padfoot,

I swear the last bird was bigger than the previous one!

Everything's the same here, Dudley threw his PlayStation out, a game console, and now Aunt Petunia refuses to buy another one. Dudley and I still do boxing every day, I found a way for him to teach me and it keeps me active. I haven't been able to practise Quidditch all summer and boxing keeps me from being out of practice.

I woke up from a dream, kind of like a vision, and my scar hurts. The last time that happened was when Voldemort was at Hogwarts so I'm taking this dream thing as a warning. Every year something happens and I'm going to be cautious, Emperor told me to tell you anyway.

I don't usually dream like normal dreams, I rarely get them. I don't even get nightmares at all.

You better stay safe or I will find you,

Love,

Cub.

She signed off with a quick flourish of her wrist and she attached the note to Hedwig's leg. "That goes for you too, Hedwig. You better stay safe, peck Sirius for me if he isn't."

Breakfast went easily with Aunt Petunia forcing Dudley to eat healthier options. Rebekah had opted to make pancakes for breakfast with a side of honey oatmeal and Dudley had perked up. Aunt Petunia sighed as she cut off a piece of a big grapefruit for Dudley and an equal piece for Rebekah.

"Dudley, chew! For goodness sake," Aunt Petunia said as Dudley scarfed his breakfast down and Rebekah finished hers at the same time but with manners. "Both of you, chew your food or you'll choke!"

"Petunia, let the children eat what they want," Uncle Vernon said, his red face still in the newspaper.

"REBEKAH!" Uncle Vernon's voice echoed in the house and into the garden behind, Rebekah and Dudley stopped their defensive and offensive movements and Rebekah undid the boxing gloves as she walked to the living room.

Aunt Vernon stood with his fat arms crossed. His face was almost purple with anger as he held a single letter in his hands with too many post stamps on the front.

Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,

I am sure you have heard a great deal from Rebekah about my three youngest sons, Fred and George, and Ron. As Rebekah might have told you, the final of the Quidditch World Cup takes place this Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

I do hope you will allow us to take Rebekah to the match, as this really is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Britain hasn't hosted the cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would, of course, be glad to have Rebekah stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see her safely onto the train back to school.

It would be best for Rebekah to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way because the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, and I am not sure he even knows where it is.

Hoping to see Rebekah soon,

Yours sincerely,

Molly Weasley

P.S. I do hope we've put enough stamps on.

"There's enough stamps at least," Rebekah cocked a hip as she crossed her arms, watching Uncle Vernon become redder and redder but she didn't care.

He was still bitter about what happened to his sister last summer and so had been stricter than normal to Rebekah. She hadn't cared, it was exactly the same as it was in school. She just couldn't give Hedwig and Fidele access to the home.

"Can I go or not?" She sighed, already completely over the conversation. Rebekah just wanted to go back to boxing again, to get her frustrations out.

"Quidditch," He muttered. "Quidditch? What is this rubbish?"

Rebekah sucked her teeth in annoyance. "A sport played on a broom."

His moustache bristled together. "What does she mean, 'the normal way'?"

"Owl post," Rebekah said, almost daring him to say anything against her kind. "That's what is convenient and normal for us. I want to know if I can go so I can get a reply out."

"I will not be spoken to like that!" Uncle Vernon trembled with anger as he clenched his fists closed.

"Nor would I but you allowed Marge to speak ill of my dead parents. We all can't get what we want!" Rebekah had her crossed arms brought closer to her torso. "I can't see the World Cup, okay. Can I go now, then? Only I've got a letter to Sirius I want to finish, my GodFather needs to hear from me anyway."

His face dulled to white as Rebekah's gaze calmed.

"You're writing to him, are you?" His tone would have been calm if his fear was evident as his pupils dilated.

"Of course," Rebekah said as if it was common knowledge. "Why wouldn't I? He deeply cares for my well being. He'd be greatly concerned if I didn't write to him every so often. I'll see if I can stay the summer at the Malfoys' if I can't go to the World Cup."

Vernon Dursley thought for a moment. If he didn't let Rebekah write to Sirius, the Wizard would think something was wrong and would check on her. If he didn't let her go to the Quidditch World Cup, Rebekah would tell him and he would come to check on her. Either way, Rebekah would write to the Malfoy family, which even Vernon knew were important people, and they would check on her.

Delicious fear raced through Uncle Vernon as he made a decision that was good on his part.

Rebekah forced her sad pout to stay in place as he said, "Well, fine. You can go to this stupid, World Cup thing. You write to these people, and tell them to pick you up. You can spend your summer with these people or those blonde ones from before."

"Good," Rebekah smiled and briskly walked out of the living room. Her hair flicked behind her as she walked back outside and resumed boxing with Dudley.

"What was that about?" Dudley asked as Rebekah did a jab and he blocked. "World Cup for what?"

"Quidditch," She did another jab and tried to do an uppercut but Dudley blocked again. "It's like a complicated version of football, instead of one ball, it's three, and instead of a field, it's the air and we're on brooms."

"Wow, that sounds cool. What position do you play?"

"I play Seeker, I have to try and get the Golden Snitch, a tiny gold ball that flies around faster than lightning, before the other team, and then the match is over," Rebekah dodged one of his double jabs before getting him in the chest. "I've broken my whole forearm because a Bludger, a black ball that is hurled at you in the air, hit me in the elbow and shattered the whole arm. My team still won, and have for the last decade."

An hour later, after finishing her mini boxing match with Dudley, Rebekah went back upstairs and finished writing three notes, one for the Weasley family, one for Sirius, and one for Draco.

Rebekah warned the Weasley family to come by car, else Uncle Vernon became even more enraged and physically kicked her out of the house permanently. He could try, of course, but Rebekah hardly allowed her best friends to touch her things. Vernon wouldn't get within ten feet of her belongings before he was forced back by wards.

Draco had been sending Rebekah messages about his holidays in Dubai, Spain, Milan, and everywhere else with a good Wizarding community. Rebekah didn't have much to say besides to stay out of the sun, Draco wouldn't look nice with a nasty sunburn, and bring her back his mother's baked creations.

The next morning, Rebekah did the same thing but she boxed with Dudley for a few more hours than normal. She still made him promise to keep up the exercise and the boxing, she still wanted updates about how many matches he won at school and the like.

At five o'clock sharp, there was a knock at the door and Rebekah hurried to open it before Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon did. Mr and Mrs Weasley stood at the door with Fred and George in the back of the car.

"Evening, Rebekah," Mr Weasley greeted with a smile. "Have you got everything?"

Rebekah didn't carry her trunk, it wasn't needed when everything could fit within her clutch. Emperor sat by her feet with Fidele wrapped around his neck, the lazy ball python just napped as Emperor walked.

"Yes, everything's in here," Rebekah gestured to her clutch by lifting it up. "Can we go? My uncle is still upset that I managed to con my way."

"How did you do that?" Mrs Weasley asked.

"I mentioned my GodFather," Rebekah smiled politely before taking Fidele from Emperor's neck as the Familiar shifted to be a kitten. "Then the Malfoys."

"Alright," Mr Weasley said as he hid his small grin from his frowning wife. "The boys are in the back, Ron stayed back with Hermione, she came round yesterday."

"You two better behave," Mrs Weasley narrowed her eyes at the grinning twins as they allowed Rebekah to sit in the middle. The grins dropped as soon as Fidele hissed lightly, warning the boys to not try and prank her.

"Watch out, green Witch coming through!" George yelled as he hurled himself out of the car. Rebekah sent stinging hexes to his backside and Fred's as the twins ran inside the house. They laughed all the way to the Kitchen where Rebekah was able to corner them.

"I swear if this isn't reversed within the next ten second," Rebekah said between her gritted teeth, pieces of bright, emerald green hair falling into her face as she heaved her breaths out. "I will curse both of you until you won't see the difference between sitting down and being bit by Fidele!"

The twins laughed as they sent stunners back to her, Rebekah's shields quickly dispersed them as the twins ran behind the table and made it permanently between them and the angry, green-haired Witch.

At the table sat two unfamiliar Weasleys. Rebekah presumed them to be the two oldest sons. The taller one with the longer red hair stood up and held both his hands up, halting the assault of spells between the three. Rebekah sent one final stinging hex at both of them before she shrunk her wand, and the twins pocketed theirs.

"She was going to kick both of your asses if you didn't come in here," He said, giving them a humorous look. "It's funny but you don't mess with a Witch's hair, remember last time when you did it to me?" The twins' faces dropped and they swallowed dryly. "I thought so. Sorry about them, I'm William, but everything calls me Bill."

"Rebekah," She said before dropping her shoulders. "Can someone fix this mess before my eyes blend with my hair?"

Fidele was wrapped around her neck and shoulders and decided to place his head on top of hers until his snout was dropping into her sight. His little forked tongue came out and licked her nose, making her scrunch it.

"You look like a leaf viper,"

"Thanks, Fidele," Rebekah snorted. When Bill charmed her hair back to normal, she sighed with relief, "Thank you."

"No problem,"

The other redhead stood up, much stockier than Bill and his face looked tanned with so many freckles spread across it. "Charlie,"

Rebekah shook his outstretched hand. "How's Norberta? I think she was transferred to your Dragon sanctuary a few years ago."

"You're the Rebekah Hagrid mentioned!" He said and smiled brightly. "Yeah, Norberta had a clutch of eggs a year ago. She's doing well, for now, let no one near the eggs."

"REBEKAH, YOUR CAT IS CRUSHING CROOKSHANKS!" Hermione's voice echoed through the Burrow and made Rebekah rub a hand down her face.

"Excuse me," Rebekah smiled politely before turning around and dashing up the stairs. "EMPEROR! If I find you and Crookshanks, I will split you both with force. And no hunting the Gnomes then!"

"How the hell are you so awake?" Fred complained with a large yawn.

Rebekah shrugged and sat down in the kitchen where everyone already congregated, besides the three oldest Weasley sons. She placed her foot on a chair and pulled the laces of her grey hiking boots taunt. After going on a run before the early breakfast, Rebekah had to change her trainers to proper shoes. She had already changed into a sturdy pair of jeans and a plain fitted T-shirt.

"Emperor needs exercise or he'll chew my shoes again," Rebekah sent the cat sitting on the table by her plate a dirty look. "He insists on coming with me to the Cup."

"Crookshanks can't come, so I don't see why Emperor can," Hermione said as the ginger feline purred in her lap.

"Familiar," Rebekah pointed to Emperor, and then at Crookshanks, "Not. Emperor isn't just my companion, Hermione, he protects me when I can't."

Hermione still wasn't convinced. After an hour, everyone who was awake flung their rucksacks over their shoulder and Rebekah patted her clutch which she attached to her left hip.

"How do the Muggles not notice a large number of Wizards and Witches?" Rebekah asked Mr Weasley as the group began a trek down a path in the complete dark.

"It's been a massive organizational problem," Mr Weasley said with complete annoyance by the thought of it. "The trouble is, about a hundred thousand Wizards turn up at the World Cup, and of course, we just haven't got a magical site big enough to accommodate them all. There are places Muggles can't penetrate, but imagine trying to pack a hundred thousand wizards into Diagon Alley or Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. So we had to find a nice deserted moor, and set up as many AntiMuggle precautions as possible.

"The whole Ministry's been working on it for months. First, of course, we have to stagger the arrivals. People with cheaper tickets have to arrive two weeks beforehand. A limited number use Muggle transport, but we can't have too many clogging up their buses and trains — remember, Wizards are coming from all over the world.

"Some Apparate, of course, but we have to set up safe points for them to appear, well away from Muggles. I believe there's a handy wood they're using as the Apparition point. For those who don't want to Apparate, or can't, we use Portkeys. They're objects that are used to transport Wizards from one spot to another at a prearranged time. You can do large groups at a time if you need to. There have been two hundred Portkeys placed at strategic points around Britain, and the nearest one to us is up at the top of Stoatshead Hill, so that's where we're headed."

They all headed down to a village. Since the trek was quite difficult, no one spoke and so it was silent save for the sound of their footfalls.

The sky lightened as Rebekah felt the crisp cold air against her exposed collarbone and cheeks. It was refreshing but Rebekah knew she was the only one who believed this. Everyone else struggled to keep up to the fast pace Rebekah had and so she slowed it.

Mr Weasley checked his watch every dozen or so steps, for what? Rebekah didn't know. After another few minutes, they made it up the hill and stopped. After a moment of searching for the Portkey, a man called them over with a mouldy boot in one hand.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone," Mr Weasley said after greeting the Wizard. "He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric?"

Rebekah had been against Cedric in Quidditch matches before, so she knew of him. He was a handsome boy in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Even Pansy had nice things to say about his appearance, and that Witch was insulting to everyone.

"Hi," Cedric said and looked at them all.

Everyone gave a greeting, Rebekah simply raised a hand in an acknowledging wave.

"Long walk, Arthur?" Cedric's father asked Mr Weasley.

"Not too bad. We live just on the other side of the village there. You?"

"Had to get up at two, didn't we, Ced? I tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Apparition test. Still . . . not complaining . . . Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons, and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, it looks like I got off easy. . . ." Amos Diggory glanced at the three Weasley sons, Ginny, Hermione, and Rebekah. "All of them yours, Arthur?"

"No, no," Mr Weasley gestured with his hands. "Just the red-haired ones, besides the one with dark burgundy hair. Hermione and Rebekah are in Ron's year at school."

"Rebekah?" Mr Diggory narrowed his eyes confused as he turned to his son. "The Slytherin Seeker you lost against?"

"Yes, Dad," Cedric said and rolled his eyes as his father jumped forward with enthusiasm.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Potter,"

"I'm sure," Rebekah said and lifted Emperor who purred constantly. "I hope it isn't a problem that Emperor is joining me."

"No, no, he's been registered as a Familiar," He smiled. "The only place he wouldn't be allowed to go if you went to Azkaban but I doubt that would happen, am I right?"

Rebekah laughed politely in agreement.

The Weasley family and co made it the thousands of steps to the top of the Quidditch stadium, making Rebekah regret wearing a blazer with a simple spaghetti top. At least she looked nice. She huddled Emperor to her chest as he was much warmer than she was/

It took half an hour for the whole box to be filled, even with decent gaps between the seats. Cornelius Fudge arrived and Percy managed to make his glasses drop and break them as he stuttered.

"Hello, Rebekah," Fudge greeted her.

"Hello, Minister," Rebekah's lips curled up fondly.

He introduced the Wizards next to him, one was the Bulgarian Minister.

"Rebekah Potter, you know, Rebekah Potter. Oh come on now, you know who she is, the girl who survived You-Know-Who. You do know who she is —"

Rebekah rolled her eyes discretely and shoved the collar of the blazer to show off the faded scar. The Bulgarian Wizard paused and said something that Rebekah didn't recognise, but she took his offered hand and gave a firm shake.

"Knew we'd get there in the end. I'm no great shakes at languages; I need Barty Crouch for this sort of thing. Ah, I see his house-elf saving him a seat… Good job too, these Bulgarian blighters have been trying to cadge all the best places… Ah, and here's Lucius!"

Rebekah turned as did the rest of the Weasleys. Mr Malfoy just walked into the box with Mrs Malfoy and Draco following after him.

"Ah, Fudge," said Mr Malfoy, holding out his hand as he reached the Minister of Magic. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"

"How do you do, how do you do?" Fudge smiled and then bowed to Mrs Malfoy. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr Oblansk — Obalonsk — Mr — well, he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else. You know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"

"Good lord, Arthur," He said softly, almost gasping. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box?"

"Lucius has given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."

"How nice," Mr Weasey said as his face strained somewhat of a smile.

Rebekah stepped back an inch and watched Mr Malfoy's cold gaze transfer from the Weasley family to her. She inclined her head as he stepped forward and gestured for Draco to do the same.

"Ah, Miss Potter," Mr Malfoy bowed a few degrees as Rebekah returned it. "I thought we wouldn't see you for the whole summer until Draco goes onto the train."

"Nor did I, sir," Rebekah said. "The Weasleys invited me since they knew that my Muggle guardians wouldn't appreciate me going alone, or at all. I convinced my guardians to choose wisely."

Fudge realised that Rebekah somehow knew the Malfoys, stepping in and making conversation. When Mr Malfoy's eyes reached Hermione, Rebekah nudged Draco and then flicked her head inch in her direction, silently telling the Wizard to knock it off. Everyone took their seats, Mr Malfoy asked if Rebekah could be seated with them, her and Draco had much in common and were very close friends. Fudge gave a knowing wink that made Rebekah roll her eyes, and agreed.

"Ladies and gentlemen… Welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!" Ludo Bagman said, using an amplifying spell to make sure everyone could hear it.

Rebekah's grin widened as the spectators came to a roar and wave their crimson or emerald flags, reminding Rebekah of Gryffindor vs Slytherin matches at school. A bright screen with the words 'BULGARIA: 0, IRELAND: 0' appeared.

"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce . . . the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"

To her right, the stands were a huge wave of brilliant crimson. They screamed with approval as a hundred absolutely beautiful women sashayed onto the pitch. The women had every single male's attention as they glided.

Mr Malfoy pulled his arm out and stopped Draco from getting up, and when Mrs Malfoy saw the same look on Rebekah's face, she did the same to her. Rebekah had the impulse to get up and get closer to the beautiful women but she quickly shook it off, sitting back in her seat beside Mrs Malfoy and Draco and appreciated the view of the gorgeous women dancing.

After the women finished dancing and walked off, Ludo Bagman said, "And now, kindly put your wands in the air . . . for the Irish National Team Mascots!"

"What were those women?" Rebekah asked, flustered a little.

"Veela," Mrs Malfoy said, giving the two teens a pointed look. "Absolutely beautiful and deadly, they use their own type of Magic to lure men and women in. it only works if there is an attraction."

Rebekah's blush matched Draco's and when they both saw the red face of the other, they burst out with laughter.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," Mr Malfoy said. "But I am surprised by how many there were. How did they find a hundred FullBlooded Veela?"

"It's Quidditch," Rebekah said as everyone watched the Leprechauns announce the arrival of the Irish. "Wizards are as obsessed with it as Muggles are with Football."

Mr Malfoy shrugged elegantly but didn't press on the matter of Muggles with Rebekah, he knew where she stood. "I'll have to see if you can spend the rest of the summer at our manor, if that is acceptable?"

Rebekah nodded. "I'd like that, sir. The Weasleys and I get along fine, but some of them only tolerate me because I'm friends with Fred and George, and they heard good things from Percy."

"Ah, Percy, isn't he the one working in the Department of International Magical Cooperation under Bartemius Crouch Senior?" Mr Malfoy asked.

"Yes, I believe so," Rebekah said before sitting up straighter to get a good look at the pitch/ "It's starting."

The match began as soon as Bagman yelled, "THEY'RE OFF! And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"

Rebekah had kept her eyes on the two Seekers, trying to see if she could learn anything from them. Even without Omnioculars, Rebekah's keen eyes could tell the difference between players by reading the back of their robes.