RING RING RING
Harry grumbled and reached out with one arm to tap his alarm clock. He turned the alarm off and fumbled around for his glasses, putting them on. He sat up and looked around with a yawn. The Bones family had put him and Rose together in one of their guest bedrooms, at their request. It was simple, with yellow wallpaper and a small, cozy bed in the center. Harry's eyes widened when he realized what day it was. They were going to the World Cup today! Madame Bones had gotten them tickets. He glanced at the spot next to him on the bed and saw it empty. Rose had assumably gotten up early to hang out with Susan and Hannah. A few minutes later, Harry had gotten dressed and walking down the staircase to make his way to the kitchen. Madame Bones was sitting at the table reading the paper. She looked up when Harry entered and smiled. "Harry! Glad you're awake! We've been waiting for you to wake up before we make our way to the campsite. At that moment, Susan, hopped down the stairs, her hair in two braids going down her back. "Harry! You're awake!" She squeeled gleefully. She rushed in and hugged him tightly. "Aunty just told us where our seats are for the World Cup are! It's some of the best seats in the stadium!" She pulled back, gripping him by the shoulders and smiled. "Come on Harry! You've been hiding in your room this whole time! I've hardly gotten to see you." Harry smiled sheepishly and was about to speak when Madame Bones cleared her throat. "If you two are very much done, the others are waiting. The two nodded and followed Madame Bones outside to where Hannah and Rose were waiting. Harry avoided their eyes and held onto Madame Bones. She apparated the 5 of them and once again, Harry had to experiance the very uncomfortable feeling of apparating.
They landed in a field near the campsite. Hannah, Rose, and Susan's aunt managed to stay standing but Harry, who was never good at magical travel, tumbled into Susan and landed on his back Susan landed on top of him and groaned. "Harry you're a bloody klutz, you know that?" Susan grumbled. She got up and helped Harry to his feet, ignoring Rose and Hannah who were clutching each other with laughter. As they walked through the campsite however, it became apparently obvious that Harry wasn't the strangest thing there. The assortment of strange tents and wizards was immense. Susan giggled at the expressions on Harry and Rose's faces as they looked around. "This is far from strange guys. Witches are always like this." They got to an empty plot of land with a sign that said 'Bones' on it. Madame Bones waved her wand and cast a few spells and a tent appeared. Hannah grinned. "That went quicker than expected. I bet the Weasleys are putting their tent together by hand." We all chuckled. Madame Bones had told us about how obsessed the Weasley father was about muggle objects. Susan's aunt turned to us. "Harry, do you mind getting us water while we set up the rest of the tent? Conjured water tastes terrible." Harry nodded with a smile. He grabbed the bucket and walked off, leaving the witches to continue setting up the tent.
Harry got to the water station and began filling up the bucket when he felt a tap on the back. Harry jumped and looked around, spilling a little water. When he looked around, he found a grinning Tracy. "Harry! Who knew the Basilisk killer was so jumpy?" Harry relaxed and smiled. "Hey Tracy. Are you staying anywhere nearby?" Tracy nodded with a grin. "Yeah, I'm here with Daphne and her parents." Harry's face lit up. "Daphne's here?" He asked excitedly before blushing. Tracy giggled. "Someone's excited. Yes, obviously." She gestured to the line that was beginning to form. "You'd better get your water. The line is beginning to get restless. See ya later, ok?" Tracy patted him on the back and walked away, presumably to her tent. Harry finished getting the water and walked back to the Bones tent. The walk back was relativly uneventful, excluding Harry bumping into a blonde French girl who angrily called him things in French that he assumed weren't complimentary. Harry found Rose, Susan, and Hannah sitting around a fire chatting while Madame Bones was gone, probably talking to some collegue from the ministry or checking on their seats. The girls glanced up at Harry and waved him over. The 4 just sat around and chatted for most of the afternoon until it started to get dark and Madame Bones came back. "Ok girls, and Harry, you ready to go?" The 4th years nodded and together, made their way through the crowd towards the stadium. Their seats were high up and by the time they got to the top, they were all out of breath. Susan ran up to 5 seats near the edge and grinned as she sat down. "These seats are great!" Harry smiled and sat down next to her. Rose sat down on his other side and Hannah sat down next to Rose. Madame Bones sat down on the end next to Hannah and watched the field.
The pregame show was mildly dull. That is, until the mascots came out. First was the Irish, who had Leprechauns fly over, dropping gold coins everywhere. Harry didn't particularly care about the gold, but it was amusing to watch everyone else scramble around for coins. After the Irish were done, it was the Bulgarian's turn. Veela streamed onto the field. "Feathered bitches." Harry glanced over at Susan in suprise. "I'm sorry?" He asked in confusion. Susan blushed and looked away. "Veela are...a touchy subject among witches." Harry looked at her expectantly and she sighed. "Look, Veela have the habit of stealing familiars from other witches and collecting them. The witching world has come a long way and given familiars a lot of rights, but Veela society is still undeveloped. To them, men are just collectables to be traded. And let me tell you, any Veela would love to collect someone like you." Her blush deepened and she turned back to the field, where the veela had finished and the game was starting. Harry was torn between shuddering at the thought of being the prize of some veela's collection, and blushing at Susan's words. The game itself was mildly interesting and ended with The Irish winning, but the Snitch being claimed by Victor Krum. Harry only knew his name because Hannah obsessed over him. Nearby, he heard Hannah squeal. "Oh my god! It's him! Victor Krum!" Harry rolled his eyes, much to Rose and Susan's amusement. From what Harry knew, Victor was in his last year of school. He had been claimed by a girl in the same year who was some sort of dueling prodegy.
Madame Bones led the group back to the tent and sent them to bed, much to their protests. Inside the tent, there were three beds and a kitchen/living room in the center connecting them. Madame Bones had the bed at the back of the tent, Hannah and Susan shared the bed to the left, and Rose and Harry shared the one to the right. They all mumbled their goodnights to each other and crawled into bed. Harry and Rose had slept together since they were children. Even after 2nd year when they had a falling out with each other, they still slept together, needing each other's warmth and pressence to get a proper sleep. They wrapped their arms around each other, tangling their bodies together till you couldn't tell whose body was who. Many people would find this behavior weird, but after everything they'd been through, their bond was strong enough that they didn't really care what people thought. The two had just drifted off to sleep when they were awoken by a loud bang as screams filled the air.
Yeah, I know, this isn't nearly as long as I promised, but I wanted to get this out to y'all as soon as possible. I'll keep writing while you guys read. Next chapter coming out soon! R&R! Thanks!