Harry:

The roaring winds came to him as he sat on his firebolt up in the sky, trying to get the snitch, flying as fast as his firebolt could allow, he stretched his hands to reach for the snitch but it was too fast, turning away from him. Harry cursed and pursue only his been hit by a bludger. Falling with his firebolt, thirty yards from the ground the air swung harshly against his face, the ground was getting closer and closer. "Accio Firebolt!" Harry said, only to get his wand from his pockets and the broom came bolting unto him, he reached for it and rode again with it. The roar of the crowd was so loud, Harry could swear all the people inside Hogwarts was shouting in front of him.

"That folks is cheating!" The announcer said, his voice was much louder than anybody else. "but always keep your wand at your pockets, it might get you safe!" the announcer jested, "Of course this is just a practice and Harry could've died. How could we?" and the people came cheering. "Okay, now change leagues!"

Harry shook his head and landed to the grounds, his friends welcoming him.

"You could've have died Harry!" Hermione puffed and hit the back of his head, "That was a treacherous fall and…. Dumbledore is not here to save you anymore!"

"Bugger that!" Ron protested against Hermione for Harry, tugging him closer to him whilst grinning. "The young ones need to see the best Seeker in action!"

"Thanks, Ron." Harry said, thanking him for his friend's empowerment. Harry's felt a bit sad about Dumbledore, but its three years since he'd gone and Harry knows that Dumbledore had been there for them all along.

After he had succeeded to end the Dark Lord, everything was going all too well. Every remnant of the sorrowful memories only lingered. With some of his friends died against the great battle for Voldemort but now it seems that everyone was enjoying it, peace. He smiled amongst himself and left the thought away.

"Hogwarts is now hosting the great cup of Quidditch World Cup!" The announcer said, "And here Harry Potter had come to celebrate it with us and with Ron Weasley and his lover, who?" The announcer chuckled.

"HERMIONE GRANGER!" all of the people chanted and Hermione blushed. Harry waved his hands to the crowd, grinning and Ron and Hermione took his lead and waved as well. Cheers and praises came roaring from the grounds of the crowd, it seems like half the Magical World had come to greet them.

The three of them came into the Hall to have eat their meal together with all the students of Hogwarts. They seated at where they used to seat, the long table of Gryffindor.

The hall seemed to rung with all the great joys and it was donned not of the House who've won the year's competition but all of the banners of Slytherin, Hufflepuff amd Ravenclaw waved proudly together with some other school's banner. Today, there's no competition, Harry thought.

Harry, Ron and Hermione could not eat their meals well, as people came to them and greeted them, coming from any part of the world and the Houses of Hogwarts.

The night passed and Harry wore his new robe for the night's opening event. Keeping his wand close to him but he wished he could've stayed in the same room where he spent his school year at Hogwart but instead they had given him the room down the floor at the guest hall of Hogwarts. Hermione's and Ron's was not that far away and so he gone there only stopping to knock the door.

"Ron. It's me, Harry." He said but before anyone could open the door, Harry waited and the castle was swarmed with people he knew or no. He kept his eyes in the crowd and saw Draco Malfoy, his hair blonde and slicked. Draco had grown since the last time Harry saw him. Draco Malfoy met Harry's eyes but before any of them could speak the door creaked open, "What's that Harry?" Ron Mumbled, "You're too early for this night's event!"

Ron wore a new robe, not the hand-down ones from his brothers. No, brother, Harry thought bitterly since Fred was gone and there's only George.

"Come inside." Ron said.

Harry turned back to see Draco but the crowd seemed to drown him and Malfoy was not there anymore.

"Bloody hell!" Harry heard Ron after he closed the door and Harry turned only to see what Ron had come cursing into.

Hermione wore a blue-grey silk gown, Hermione's collar bone shown, showing how skinny she was. Her hair was fixed neatly in a puff and Harry knows why Hermione had been there too long to dress.

"You're pretty." Harry said, smiling and sat at the big feathered bed.

"Shut up, Harry!" Ron protested, his face reddening but Harry don't know if Ron was enraged or engulfed by Hermione's beauty. Ron turned back to Hermione and mumbled, "You only want to see Krum in that!"

Harry laughed and Hermione blushed. "Shut up Ron, this was a special event and why? Is Krum the only person here?" Hermione allowed herself a smirk that sent Ron mumbling in annoyance.

"Hey, we need not to quarrel here. All the word knows you too are…." Before harry could finish his sentence both them turned at him and shouted. "SHUT UP, HARRY!"

The three of them headed through the long halls and up the stairs to go to the main ground where the Quidditch match with Scotland against Norway. The game had not started yet and the golden trio has a reserved seat at the better most place where they could see the match best, at side with them was the new Minister of Magic. Not until the night will grow ripe the Minister of Magic stood and smiled at Harry.

Minister of Magic wore a dark green robe, emblazoned with fire and red clover. His eyes, murky grey that hints aged and knowledge, the minister murmured something and point his own wand at his throat, the way Dumbledore had, Harry thought and before his thoughts could trail him afar the Minister spoke. "We are granted by the most valiant year! In no account I should not hold this long awaited match so here it is. Let's start the 499th World Quidditch Cup!"

Uproar came from the crowd too loud it could have been Harry was drowned, he looked into the sky as the fireworks blasted with every colour he knew and the players came swishing from their quarters. The game had begun.