AN: So, I'm considering turning off the guest reviews. I haven't done it yet, but I may do so soon. Most reviews are fine. But, I've gotten some that are just downright hateful, and for no reason. It seems to be people being jerks for the sake of being jerks. I doubt they've even bothered to actually read my work. Basically, if you're wildly opposed to a certain pairing, don't read it. Especially when the pairing is clearly indicated. If you're here to be an ass, move along. Hateful comments will be deleted, and I won't lose sleep over it. If you have something constructive to say, I'm happy to hear you out.
Now that I've got that out of the way... Welcome to the summer chapter before 4th year. I've got the next chapter nearly done. Just a bit of editing left. Thank you for all your kind words and support. Really. You guys are great.
Orion bounded down the stairs and landed on a rug, sending it spinning across the floor. Minerva, Remus and Sirius laughed at the sight. It wasn't often that they saw such unbridled silliness from their young ward.
The summer had become rather eventful for all of them. The house that Sirius owned at Grimmauld Place was old and very run down. Dobby had been horrified by the state of the house.
Kreacher, the house elf for the Black family, was very old and disliked Sirius a great deal. Kreacher had gone a bit mad while spending so much time alone in the house, talking only to himself and to a deranged portrait of Sirius' mother. The house elf didn't bother with cleaning much aside from his dead mistress' frame.
Deciding to start fresh, Sirius sold off the house and a large amount of the items within it. A few things were rescued from Sirius' purge of the house. Those items had been collected by Harry and placed in a trunk.
Sirius and Remus had quickly found a house that they liked and purchased it once Minerva had approved. The new couple had talked her into living with them during the summers so that they could all be together. Minerva's house was maintained to be passed on to Harry later if he wanted it.
The new house was much bigger than Minerva's. There was space for guests and ample room for meetings if the Order of the Phoenix had to begin gathering again. Harry loved his new bedroom and the fact that all three of his guardians would be under the same roof.
The excitement seemed to be too much for Harry. So he unleashed all the energy in his feline form.
"I wish we could bottle that energy," Remus laughed, watching as Orion jumped out from behind the couch with all four legs splayed and scared the wits out of Dobby.
"I'm just glad that he does that here instead of at school," Minerva responded tartly. "He'd never get out of detention."
"Does he get detention a lot?" Sirius asked, bursting into a fit of laughter as Orion made a wild jump for the dining table only slide across the surface and tumble off the other side.
"I think he's only had detention once," Minerva replied. "And that was first year. Harry's shenanigans tend to land him in the hospital wing instead of detention."
Orion seemed to have finally worn himself out. He was finally standing still and allowing Dobby to brush out his fur. "Harry Potter is a naughty kitty," Dobby chided, but he still sounded adoring as he said it.
"Come here Pup," Sirius called.
Orion pranced over and jumped into Sirius' lap, flopping over onto his side. He was panting slightly, his little pink tongue showing. Sirius relaxed into the couch, stroking Orion's fur.
Minerva smiled before returning to her book. Remus kissed the top to Sirius' head and then walked into the kitchen. Sirius and Harry were probably going to sleep for about an hour. Remus planned to have chocolate biscuits ready for when they woke up.
Sirius and Harry had been bonding rather well. Their relationship brought Remus so much joy. Harry had accepted Sirius so willingly. Sirius was still recovering from his time in Azkaban and Harry had been learning ways to calm Sirius' more tortured moments. So far, Orion had the most success in soothing Sirius.
Despite the difficulties of Sirius' recovery, Remus and Sirius were doing well. Before anything else, they were best friends. Their affection for each other grew daily and Remus often worried that he was dreaming. He'd wanted Sirius since their sixth year at Hogwarts. He never thought that he'd actually end up dating Sirius.
The sound of the floo made Remus jump. He bolted into the living room, hoping that their visitor wouldn't wake Harry and Sirius. He shook his head as Ron, Fred and George tumbled out of the fireplace.
"You couldn't wait a moment?" Ron snapped, shoving the twins away and clambering to his feet.
"That didn't go as planned," Fred noted, unperturbed.
"Indeed, it did not," George agreed. He grimaced when he saw Sirius and Orion blinking sleepily on the couch. "And now we've done it. We disturbed their rest."
"It's alright boys," Sirius yawned, stretching his arms over his head before grasping Remus' hand as the werewolf came closer.
"What, may I ask, warranted such a clumsy display?" Minerva asked, setting her book down.
"We're going to the Quidditch World Cup!" Ron blurted out so excitedly that he startled Orion.
The cat's claws dug into Sirius' leg reflexively. Sirius winced and lightly tapped at Orion's front left paw. Orion retracted his claws instantly and jumped off of Sirius' lap to transform.
"I'm so sorry," Harry said sheepishly.
"It's alright," Sirius responded, patting Harry's shoulder. "I expect that sort of response from a cat. No harm done." He gave Ron a pointed look. "Maybe you could try not to scare the cat while it's sitting on my lap."
"Sorry," Ron muttered.
Harry grinned. "So what's this about the World Cup?" Harry asked.
"We have tickets!" Ron exclaimed. "Ireland against Bulgaria!"
"The seats are brilliant," Fred said.
"Dad pulled some strings," George concluded.
"Are you going?" Ron asked, glancing at Harry and then the adults.
Remus and Sirius exchanged a grin. "Well, it's a little early," Remus hedged. "But Harry's birthday is coming up."
"We thought part of your present could be tickets to the World Cup," Sirius said, laughing when Harry launched himself into Sirius' arms for a hug.
The three Weasleys cheered.
Harry had never been able to see the World Cup. In the past, it had been in other countries and deemed too far to go. Harry hadn't minded, but he couldn't deny how thrilled he was to experience it now.
Harry and his three guardians used a portkey to get to their campsite. There were tents set up and there were people milling around, eager for the start of the game.
Remus handled their check in for the campsite and Sirius cheerfully set up their tent with a wave of his wand. The tent looked like a regular muggle tent for four or five people. But, when Harry poked his head inside, it looked very much like a modest house with fabric walls. There was a kitchen and three small bedroom areas. It was even tastefully decorated with vases of flowers and a painting of a lovely sunrise.
"Excited?" Sirius asked when Harry pulled his head back to look around.
"Very," Harry grinned. His eyes scanned the other tents. "Anyone we know around here?"
"I haven't seen any of your friends yet," Sirius replied. He snorted suddenly. "But that tent over there looks promising."
Harry looked around and spotted a tent that was larger than the others. It was a lovely shade of rich purple trimmed with glittering gold. Just in front of the opening were four albino peacocks.
"Um... Why are there peacocks?" Harry asked.
But Sirius was laughing too hard to answer. Minerva walked over to see what was going on, frowning when she spotted the peacocks. "Of all the... We're supposed to be inconspicuous!"
"Oh my god," Sirius giggled, leaning against Harry.
Remus returned to them and shook his head at Sirius. "Honestly."
"Peacocks, Remus," Sirius said, his eyes bright with mirth. "That pompous idiot brought his peacocks."
"We don't know for sure that it's him," Remus argued.
"Yes we do," Sirius retorted, pointing.
Draco had stormed out of the tent, aiming a kick at one of the peacocks as he passed. He was scowling irritably. His scowl faded a bit when he spotted Harry's family.
Draco stopped next to Harry and then looked his friend over. Sirius fought back another fit of giggles as Harry squirmed and blushed under the blond's scrutiny. Remus and and Minerva pretended to be very interested in the neighboring tents.
"I hadn't noticed before because we saw each other all the time at school," Draco said, his own cheeks a bit pink. "You've grown a lot. You're as tall as I am now. But you're..." He paused, his fingertips glancing over Harry's shoulders. "You're more broad," he concluded, lowering his voice in his embarrassment.
Harry's wardrobe had obviously needed to be altered when he returned home for the summer. Remus and Sirius had taken him shopping within the first week. It was amazing how grown up he looked in his new clothes. Clearly Draco appreciated it.
"Your voice is a little different," Harry noted.
"Yours too," Draco said.
"Ah, puberty," Sirius sighed dramatically. He grinned when both boys glared at him. He smiled at them. "Don't worry. You're both still adorable."
"Ignore him," Minerva said, shooing Sirius away with a wave. "How are you Mr. Malfoy?"
"Fine, thank you," Draco said politely, now very conscious of his own voice. He was still getting used to the sound of it. Luckily it hadn't been a huge change. He loved the sound of Harry's voice. It wasn't too deep, but it did have a warm sort of quality.
"You seemed upset when you came over here," Harry said with a frown.
"Oh," Draco responded, casting a glare back toward the purple tent. "Did my father have to bring those stupid peacocks? Everyone knows we're rich, it doesn't need to be paraded like that. As if that tacky, gaudy tent wasn't bad enough, he had to insist on bringing those ridiculous birds."
"Why?" Harry asked, looking amused.
Draco scowled. "This isn't funny," he complained. "It's so embarrassing."
"I'm sorry," Harry said, feeling guilty for being amused. "At least we're camping close to you."
"There you are!" Narcissa cried, interrupting their conversation. "Draco darling, you mustn't run off like that. There's so many people here..." She paused and then smiled at Harry. "Harry dear, so lovely to see you."
"Hello Mrs. Malfoy," Harry said.
"Oh, you're getting so tall and handsome," Narcissa praised affectionately. She looked between Harry and Draco fondly. "My lovely boys."
"Mother," Draco groaned, his face flushing again.
Narcissa winked at Harry and then politely addressed Minerva. "Minerva, it's wonderful to see you," she said.
"And you as well," Minerva replied. Over the years, she'd become less cold with Mrs. Malfoy. She could say that she trusted Narcissa exactly, but she did feel more confident that she wasn't a threat to Harry.
Narcissa smiled hesitantly at Sirius. "You're looking well cousin," she murmured.
Sirius gave a tense nod but didn't speak. He glanced over to see that Remus was pointedly avoiding eye contact with Narcissa.
"Lupin?" she said softly. She glanced around hastily. "Remus," she said more firmly. "You have to believe that I had no idea. Truly, I didn't. I would have gladly spared you some of that suffering if I could."
"Would you?" Remus asked, his tone cold.
"Yes," she responded earnestly. "Remus, I swear that I didn't know about Pettigrew's betrayal. Lucius was shocked as well." She reached out to touch Remus' hand tentatively. "I know this is... difficult and... unorthodox. But... Remus... If I had known, I would have told you."
The distress in her voice was what broke Remus. He supposed that it made sense that Voldemort had secrets even from his own followers. And Narcissa seemed genuinely concerned. "It's alright Narcissa," Remus said softly. "I believe you. And thank you for your concern."
Harry and Draco watched the exchange with wide eyes. They hadn't realized that such a friendship had developed between Remus and Narcissa. Draco had never seen his mother treat anyone as a friend. She only ever showed affection for Lucius and Draco. But Draco could see genuine fondness on her face as she looked at Remus.
While the their boys had been at school, Narcissa and Remus had taken to meeting at the park on occasion. They'd make their way to a nearby muggle cafe and enjoy each other's company. It was an unlikely friendship, but Narcissa enjoyed Remus' calm presence. And Remus found Narcissa to be a clever and engaging conversationalist.
Narcissa glanced between Remus and Sirius and smiled knowingly. There was no mistaking the way Remus leaned into Sirius, with Sirius wrapping his arms around the other man with an expression of devotion. It was further confirmed when Sirius kissed Remus' temple tenderly.
"I'm so glad that you're both happy and safe," Narcissa said sincerely. "What does this mean for Harry?"
"I sold the Black home," Sirius responded. "We bought a new house and all four of us live together. Harry seemed quite keen on the idea."
"I wanted my whole family together," Harry said lightly. "It's like have a mum and two dads. It's pretty great."
Sirius smiled in obvious delight.
"I'm so very happy for you Harry. Where all of you seated for the match?" Narcissa asked, politely turning to Minerva when Sirius began sweetly nuzzling Remus' face.
"Minister Fudge has invited us to join him in the Minister's box," Minerva replied. "He's attempting to make up for Sirius' imprisonment, no doubt."
"Indeed," Narcissa agreed. "We've been invited to the Minister's box as well. A very political move." She shook her head. "Well, we shall endure. We'll have a lovely time."
Minerva wasn't so sure about that, but she gave a slight nod and a tense smile.
"We'll be together," Draco said cheerfully, turning to Harry. It nearly made up for the stupid peacocks strutting around the Malfoy tent.
"Ron and his family will be here too," Harry added. "But they won't be in the Minister's box."
"That's alright," Draco responded with a dismissive wave. "We can go see them."
As the time for the match drew near, the crowd of witches and wizards began to migrate toward the enormous stadium that had been set up with magic. It was warded against muggles to keep everyone safe from discovery.
Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry with exaggerated fondness before turning to Harry's guardians. After much hand shaking and flattery from Fudge, they were introduced to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic who was dressed in black velvet robes that were trimmed in gold. Fudge made an awkward show of introducing them all with miming and talking a little too loudly. When Fudge looked away to greet someone else, the Bulgarian Minister winked at Harry, making Harry grin.
The Malfoys were treated to a similar display when they arrived in the Minister's box. Harry's stomach clenched unpleasantly at the sight of Draco's father. Lucius didn't seem particularly pleased about the other occupants of the Minister's box. But, he made a show of greeting Harry with utmost politeness and acknowledging the adults with a nod.
Draco was exceptionally tense, but he took a seat next to Harry without comment. Narcissa settled into a seat and proceeded to chat with Sirius, Remus and Minerva. Lucius seemed a little baffled, but didn't object to his wife's socializing.
Ludo Bagman, the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, was commentating for the match. He'd been roaming around beforehand taking bets on the outcome. Sirius had wanted to make a bet, but resisted when Remus gave him a quelling look. It was best not to engage in such things in front of teenage boys.
The Bulgarian teams' mascots were Veelas. They looked like very beautiful women with silvery hair and when they started to dance, Harry's mind went blank. Harry had read about them but he hadn't anticipated the way he suddenly wanted to do something to impress them. He was prevented from attempting a backflip when Remus calmly pushed him back into his seat.
"Just take a deep breath," Remus muttered. "Shake it off."
Harry relaxed, glad that he hadn't done anything ridiculous. He glanced at Draco to find that he was looking rather annoyed. Narcissa was removing her hand from his shoulder with a little smile. "I don't like veelas," Draco grumbled with a scowl. The expression softened at a teasing nudge from Harry.
The Bulgarian team flew into the stadium on brooms. Their Seeker, Viktor Krum, was greeted with a loud rumble of fans chanting his name. Harry was supporting Ireland, but he admired Krum's skill as the youngest professional Seeker in the world.
The cheers rose to a deafening roar as the Irish team flew in. Their mascots were Leprechauns that threw gold into the stands to the delight of the spectators.
The game was thrilling. Harry and Draco enjoyed it immensely, cheering along with the crowd. It ended with Krum catching the snitch in a daring move that they heard Bagman call a Wronski Feint. But, catching the Snitch hadn't been enough. Ireland had scored enough points to win despite Krum's impressive catch.
The Bulgarian minister sighed. "Vell, ve fought bravely," he said, sounding a bit dejected.
Fudge whirled around to stare at the other minister. "Why have you let me mime everything when you can speak English?" he demanded irritably.
"It vos very funny," the other minister replied, winking at Harry again. Harry and Draco shook with laughter while Narcissa hid a smile behind her hand.
After the match, Draco joined Harry's family for dinner as his own parents returned to their tent. The Weasley family arrived with Hermione, happy to join for the meal. Arthur had wanted to cook over a campfire, but it hadn't gone well. Bill and Charlie had actually been able to join them for the match, so it made for a very loud but entertaining dinner.
Ron went on and on about Krum. He was a big fan and had been delighted to actually see him play. "It was an amazing catch," he enthused. "Hardly anyone can manage a Wronski Feint."
"We all saw it," Draco drawled, sounding unimpressed. "Give Harry a year or two and he'll be much better than Krum."
Ron looked unsure of how to respond. He wanted to defend Krum, but he obviously wanted to encourage his friend as well. Harry waved away Draco's comment though. "It doesn't matter for now," Harry said calmly. "Krum is really impressive."
"You should practice some of his moves," Ginny suggested, her face going quite red as she addressed Harry. Draco shot her an annoyed look, but nobody else seemed to notice.
After dinner, as everyone got ready to return to their own tents, they heard screaming. Sirius, Remus and Arthur hurried out of the tent to check what was happening and came back looking fearful.
"We've got to get out of here," Arthur said, hastily ushering the teenagers toward the tent opening.
Once outside, they could all see the chaos. A few tents were on fire. There was a group of masked wizards marching along and chanting. Levitated above them was a muggle family; A man, a woman and their two children. The terrified screams made Harry feel sick to his stomach.
"We've got to run," Draco said, horror a creeping into his tone.
"Draco!"
Narcissa was running toward them, her face pale and scared. "Let's go darling," she urged her son. She looked at the others. "You must hurry."
Minerva nodded tersely and began herding the students away. Harry was able to only catch a brief glimpse of Draco's face before he was moved away. Sirius helped to protect the children while Remus, Arthur, Bill and Charlie went back to help sort things out.
"I bet Lucius Malfoy was part of it," Ron said, unable to focus on his game of chess with Fred. "Evil git."
They'd all gathered at the burrow to wait for Remus, Arthur, Bill and Charlie to return. Everyone was tense and worried. There had been a great deal of security at the World Cup. How had something so awful happened?
"Draco must know that his father is involved," Ron went on. "He can tell the Aurors."
"It would be difficult to prove," Minerva said tiredly.
"And it would be awful to expect that poor boy to speak against his father," Molly added, giving Ron a sharp look. "It must be terrible for Draco."
Sirius considered this, noting the sad expression on Harry's face. Sirius was still catching up on the details of Harry's life. He hadn't considered what Draco was likely dealing with. Such devotion to Harry surely came with a price for the son of a Death Eater.
"Dobby!" Sirius called suddenly, surprising the others. Dobby appeared with a pop, looking at Sirius expectantly. "Would you check on Draco Malfoy? Make sure he's alright?"
"Of course Sir," Dobby said before disappearing again.
Harry shot Sirius a look of gratitude, moving to sit next to his godfather. "I know you're worried," Sirius muttered. "Narcissa will keep him safe."
"Physically," Harry responded bitterly. "Draco is miserable with his father."
"I know the feeling," Sirius replied with a sympathetic nod. He hugged Harry closer to his side. "Just be there for him. He just needs his friends."
Dobby appeared a few moments later. "Young Mister Malfoy is upset but not hurt," the house elf announced. "Dobby told him that Harry Potter and friends were safe."
Sirius thanked Dobby and everyone tried their best to distract themselves. A few hours later, Arthur came through the front door with his two oldest sons and Remus close behind. Sirius ran over and gathered Remus close, kissing the werewolf's tired face.
"Thank Merlin," Molly breathed, fussing over Bill and Charlie. "Is everything alright now?"
"It was confirmed as Death Eater activity," Arthur said grimly. "The Dark Mark was left over the campground. Odd thing is, the wand that cast the spell belonged to Barty Crouch. His house elf Winky was found in possession of the wand."
"What?" Minerva asked sharply, her face disbelieving.
"Crouch was beside himself," Arthur went on. "Dismissed the elf immediately."
"But a house elf doing such a thing?" Molly questioned.
"I agree," Arthur sighed. "It doesn't add up. Luckily, the muggle family was rescued and their memories modified."
Harry frowned in thought as Sirius and Remus sat on either side of him. The gesture was soothing and Harry felt himself grow calmer despite his whirling thoughts. Did this display from the Death Eaters have anything to do with Peter Pettigrew's escape? Why target the World Cup? And why had a house elf been found with the wand that had conjured the Dark Mark?
Harry and his family returned to their own home, exhausted. They'd all been awake for long hours. Harry collapsed on his bed as the sun began peeking over the horizon. He fell asleep and dreamed of masked dark wizards and a high, cold laugh.
Harry's bad dreams continued through the rest of the summer. But it was the most recent one that Harry found most disturbing. He'd dreamed of an old muggle listening as Wormtail talked with someone with a high, cold voice about having murdered someone and planning to commit another murder. Harry had little doubt that Wormtail had talking to Voldemort. The dream ended with Voldemort killing the elderly muggle man.
Harry had woken with his scar aching and his stomach churning unpleasantly. It hadn't feel like a normal dream. Despite wanting to completely forget it, he told Remus and Sirius about it the next morning.
"He said he had a faithful servant at Hogwarts," Harry said anxiously.
"Probably Snape," Sirius grumbled into his porridge.
Remus gave him a stern look. "None of that now," he chided. "Severus is Harry's head of house. He's not the friendliest bloke, but he's protected Harry in the past. He brewed the wolfsbane potion for me with very little complaint when I was teaching, and has continued to provide it. I expect a little more effort from you Sirius."
Sirius hunched his shoulders and leaned against Remus with a petulant huff. It made Remus snort and roll his eyes. Turning back to Harry, Remus gave a reassuring smile. "Try not to let it bother you too much," Remus said.
"Even though I heard them talk about killing me?" Harry asked.
Remus sighed, hating to see Harry so worried. "Keep the cloak and map with you," he advised. "Keep your friends close. Minnie will be at the school with you too. I'll talk to Dumbledore about your dream and your concerns. We'll all be on alert."
Harry had far too many close calls for Remus to ever brush off the boy's concerns. Harry had plenty reason to worry and Remus was determined the he, Sirius and Minerva would take it seriously.
"Why don't you spend the day with the day with the Weasleys?" Sirius suggested, abruptly coming out of his sulk. "Ron and the twins will cheer you up. Remus and I will go get your school things. Then maybe tonight we'll go to the cinema."
Harry smiled at this plan, eager to put his anxiety aside. He finished his breakfast and quickly dressed for the day. Once he'd hugged his guardians, he dashed toward the floo cheerfully.
"All alone," Sirius murmured, pressing warm kisses to Remus' neck, his hands roaming over the werewolf's chest.
"Focus Sirius," Remus chuckled, shivering lightly as Sirius nipped at his earlobe. "Our cub comes first."
Sirius sat up straighter and nodded. "Of course," he agreed with a little nod. "Let's floo call Dumbledore and then we'll do the shopping."
Remus grinned. "You know, I happen to find responsible, fatherly Sirius to be rather sexy," he commented.
Sirius smirked. "I'll keep that in mind," he retorted playfully. "Now, lets go get parental with Dumbles." He winked at Remus.
"I can hardly contain my excitement," Remus laughed, blissfully following Sirius to the fireplace.
At the Burrow, Harry had walked in on a bit of a row between Mrs. Weasley and Ron. Embarrassed, he nearly turned around and left again, but the twins pulled him further in.
"Come right in," Fred said cheerfully.
"You're always welcome," George added.
"I didn't mean to interrupt," Harry muttered, glancing into the dining room where he could see Mrs. Weasley's face reddened with anger. Ron was scowling at a wad of maroon fabric that had bits of old lace showing. "What's that?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"The school supply list includes dress robes," Fred replied.
"They had to be bought second hand," George added. "Ron's not pleased with the selection."
Harry bit his lip, feeling quite embarrassed. The Weasleys couldn't afford much for their large family. They always got by, but it meant that they bought most things second-hand. And Harry knew that it bothered Ron, even if they'd never discussed it.
"Why do we need dress robes anyway?" Harry asked.
"Nobody will tell us," Fred said, rolling his eyes. "Just don't ask Percy about it."
"You'll get the most boring lecture ever on Ministry policy," George commented.
"What's the Ministry got to do with it?" Harry asked.
"No idea," George replied. "Percy got a job with the Ministry."
"Don't ask Percy about that either," Fred advised seriously.
"Fine," they heard Mrs. Weasley snap. "Go naked then." Fred and George wrinkled their noses at the idea as their mother stomped away.
Ron snatched up his laundry and the old dress robes with a scowl. His cheeks reddened when he looked at Harry. "Sorry about that," he muttered.
"It's alright," Harry responded. "I didn't mean to come at a bad time."
"No," Ron denied quickly. "It's fine. Come on. I've got to finish my packing for school."
Harry followed Ron up the stairs until they finally got to Ron's room. Harry watched as Ron shoved the hated dress robes into his trunk before adding the rest of his laundry.
Harry had just finished telling Ron about his dream when a tiny owl flew through the window. It zoomed all over the room, twittering excitedly. "Pig!" Ron snapped. The owl abruptly landed on the dresser and held its leg out, showing that it was delivering a letter.
Sirius had given Ron the tiny owl at the beginning of summer. The animagus had felt rather badly that Ron's pet rat had turned out to be a murderous dark wizard. Ron had been delighted with his new pet.
"Why are you calling it 'Pig'?" Harry asked.
"Ginny named it Pigwidgeon," Ron explained. "And now he won't go by anything else. So I call him Pig. Stupid Ginny," he added mulishly. He glanced over the letter, a small smile creeping onto his face.
"Who's it from?" Harry asked, feeding Pig half of an owl treat.
"Blaise," Ron responded. "He's been writing to me. He didn't get to go to the World Cup, so he wanted me to tell him about it. We've been writing back and forth about Quidditch strategy. I didn't expect him to respond so quickly," he added.
Harry bit down on a grin. Blaise had little to no interest in Quidditch. He attended matches at school to be supportive, but he'd told Harry in the past that he had no interest in the sport. So, Blaise had either changed his mind, which seemed unlikely knowing Blaise, or he was using it as an excuse to talk to Ron. Keeping the thought to himself, Harry helped Ron to pack his trunk while they discussed the upcoming Hogwarts Quidditch season.
