The Quidditch World Cup

(Book: B4, 95-99 They head up the giant stadium to the top box. There are advertisements and, sitting behind them in the top box is Winky, who knows Dobby and says that Siria shouldn't have set him free because he wants to be paid and Siria argues that Dobby should be paid. Winky says house elves aren't meant to be paid or have fun; she's all the way up here, even though she's afraid of heights because they're meant to do what they're told)

"Could we give Dobby a job?" Siria asked Sirius as she turned forward in her seat.

"What would Kreacher say if he had another house elf?" Sirius asked. "He'd die of heartbreak."

"Fair." Siria said in a slow questioning manner that revealed she wasn't fully convinced.

"Dumbledore'll probably hire Dobby. He's been trying to pay the Hogwarts house elves—" Sirius was cut off by Hermione's gasp. Hermione extended herself over Siria to hiss "Hogwarts house elves!" at Sirius in outrage.

"Who do you think made your meals?" Sirius asked in a tone that implied "how else," which Siria felt was fair. Mrs. Weasley could cook for an army, but they would need an army of Mrs. Weasleys to feed all of Hogwarts.

"There was nothing about house elves in Hogwarts, A History!" Hermione exclaimed.

"'Mione, if you're gonna argue with my dad, will you at least switch seats with me?" Siria asked.

"Siria!" Hermione hissed. "Sirius knows exactly how mistreated house elves are— he's had one all his life—"

"He isn't responsible for the mistreatment of house elves!" Siria snapped. Hermione leaned back into her own seat and Siria leaned out of hers. "Neville, trade places with me." Siria requested and got to her feet, "please." Neville looked like he would rather spend a night in the Forbidden Forest.

"Siria," Sirius scolded.

"'Mione's not going to lean over him!" Siria snapped as she sat down on the other side of Ron.

Hermione huffed and turned her head away from Siria's direction. Siria clicked her tongue and sunk into her seat. Ron held up his Omnioculars and looked around. "Wild! I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again.. And again…" (B4, 99).

"Yeah?" Siria asked a little more shortly than she intended.

"Look!" Ron continued to replay the scene until Siria broke into a smile.

"Gross!" She chucked and leaned back into her seat.

(Book: B4 99-100 Hermione notes that a display of the team mascots will precede the match, & Mr. Weasley says it's worth the watch. Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister of Magic greets Siria like a friend, which makes Percy jealous. Fudge tries to introduce the Bulgarian minister to Siria)

"Siria Potter, you know" Fudge said loudly (B4, 100). Sirius sighed, rose to his feet and lifted the hair on Siria's forehead. The lighting bolt scar drew the Bulgarian minister's eyes. He pointed and exclaimed loudly.

"It's Potter-Black, now, Fudge." Sirius shot a glare over the top of Siria's head and let her hair fall back over her scar. Siria ran her fingers through her Transfigured red hair and hid the scar some.

"Right you are, Siria Potter-Black." Fudge gave a short smile, which widened as his eyes returned to Siria.

"Ah, Lucius!" Fudge greeted just as warmly as he greeted Siria. They turned to see three people taking the empty seats behind Mr. Weasley, who were Dobby's former owners (B4, 100). Mr. Weasley, Sirius, and Lucius Malfoy scowled at each other as they put on polite smiles. Sirius tightened his grip on Siria's shoulder. If she were to guess, she'd say Lucius Malfoy was one of the Death Eaters to avoid Azkaban.

Draco Malfoy and Siria had once been friends. It had been short lived. She didn't know what they were now, but, as she stood a row of seats from him, she felt like they were oceans apart. Siria gave a quiet click of her tongue; their friendship might have been salvageable if she never had to listen to the Pureblood ideals he spewed as casually as he breathed.

His cold silver eyes and pale blond hair were the mirror of his father's. Mrs. Malfoy was a tall and slim blonde woman; she would have been very attractive, if she wasn't wearing a nasty look that implied there was a terrible smell under her nose (B4, 101). She placed a protective hand on her son's shoulder, which mirrored how Sirius stood behind Siria.

(Book: B4, 101-102 Lucius introduces his family to Fudge. When Fudge isn't listening, Lucius makes a comment that Arthur couldn't possibly have gotten enough money from selling his house to afford tickets. Lucius gave a huge donation to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, so he's Fudge's guest. Hermione stares determinedly at Lucius, who's lip curls at the sight of her because they believe Purebloods are better than other wizards.)

"Nice hair." Malfoy mouthed at Siria. She resisted the urge to tackle him to the floor and pummel him black and blue by giving her fiercest glare. He cocked his head up in reply and took his seat. Siria bit back every insult she wanted to give and traded it for her widest smile.

"It was so nice to see you again, minister." Siria told Fudge in the sweetest voice she could manage.

"A pleasure," Fudge extended his hand and Siria shook it with a smile. "Congratulations, Ms. Potter-Black." He gave a distracted laugh before breaking the handshake. The moment Fudge's back was turned, Siria winked at Draco.

"It's fine." Siria waved off Sirius's hand and sat back down, in Neville's original seat. "I'm going to crush him." Siria told Ron. Ron nodded.

"If you play anything like last year, Malfoy won't stand a chance." Ron encouraged. She wanted to tell him she didn't just mean in Quidditch, but Ludo Bagman's voice boomed through the field.

(Book: B4, 102-103 The Quidditch World Cup starts with the mascot displays. The veela come out and start dancing, which causes a lot of people to prepare to do foolish things)

Ron's head clanked into Siria's as Sirius pulled them both back down. The two looked to each other. Ron looked just as surprised as she was. Neither remembered getting to their feet or so dangerously close to jumping over the side. Siria looked, wide-eyed, to Sirius, who seemed completely unaffected, like Mr. Weasley, Neville, and Hermione.

"Veela," Sirius told them, matter of factly. Anger echoed through the stadium (B4, 103). "You're a sucker for a pretty face." He told the two of them. Neville and Hermione scooted down so Siria and Ron were boxed in by them and Sirius. "Try and plug your ears next time, it'll help." Siria felt the blush weighing in her face.

(Book: B4, 103-116 the leprechauns do their show and the Quidditch World Cup begins. The Irish Chasers are amazing. Victor Krum is the better Seeker, with his Wronski Feint and tactics. Although Krum gets the Snitch, Ireland wins, which is what the twins predicted, so they go to Bagman to collect their earnings.

Mr. Weasley tells the twins not to tell their mother they gambled & decides it's best not to ask about their plans for it. They have a cup of cocoa before bed, and stop when Ginny falls asleep at the table. Siria dreams of being a professional Quidditch player)