Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own The Covenant. If I did I would be the richest self made 14 year old in existence and I sure as hell would not be being discouraged about going back to school on the 25. Fortuity, I do own Adrian, Shawn, and Seb and all my other OC. And I so own Adreid!

Okay, I'm not stupid, and I know for a fact that you all watched, or at least (if you live under a rock) heard about what happened from someone. SO I can get away with telling you the more important shit that went on.

We got the site that the Cup would be held at, and we built a tent. And, Shawn, being Shawn, made us all change out of our "dirty tent building clothing" in to "nice, Quittich watching attire". See, Shane's comment about me being psychotic wasn't so far from the truth. How do I put up with her when we share a dorm? How'd Seb survive being her twin?

She had me in high-heels, low-rise skinny jeans, a stripped tiered tank, 3/ 4 Sleeve Boyfriend Blazer, a crystal beaded clutch, a mermaid-orb necklace, a matching ring, and a long beanie cap. My hair was streaked green, and my nails were painted green. She'd even put green and silver eye make-up on me, and shoved me into a green tutu. I was all for the Irish winning, if only because they were who I'd placed my money on.

Shawn, herself, was in a red Marc Jacob's ruffle trimmed top, a red leather jacket, torn light skinny jeans, red high-heels with a red over-sized purse, and red accessories. Her make up was red as well, though she wore no tutu or had streaked her blond hair. She was, as Seb referred, "peeve approved", though she claimed she was "Hot Guy Approved". Her out-fit spelled out "slut in training" and I knew she only supported Bulgaria for Krum.

Of course, I decided Shawn had lost her marbles when she followed the boys in standing up when the Bulgarian's mascots came out. It took all my strength to hold Seb down. Though it took even more to get Shane to.

All in all, we all know that I won the big bucks over the game results. Thank you Slytherins for letting me rob you of your money because you gamble with Adrian Danvers! Mwahahahaha!

And than Hell broke lose.

I'd been sleeping in my usual choice of pajamas (one of my dad's shirts, in this case a purple button down long-sleeve, and underwear, black cheekies with wings on the butt as of this instant), when suddenly, some one tossed me over their shoulder and ran out of the tent.

Now, modesty has never been my best quality. Partly because it's one of those many things I lack. But Seb was running for the forest with me on one shoulder, and Shawn on the other in her rolled up cheer-shorts and sports bra combo. And even with everyone else being preoccupied with running way from the disaster that was a-flame, people we're looking. Grown men were admiring, and I was staring to wish I'd warn pants to bed. It was like a bad beginning of Law & Order: SVU.

Behind us, muggles were floating 10 feet off the ground, tents were going up in smoke, and the whole place was in chaos. If I wasn't on Seb's shoulder, I would have pissed my pants. But I didn't because my mother had thought me manners, and it's be awkward to walk around with a wet crotch…in a forest.

Apparently, Shawn's mother never thought her the same manners. This was just another one of those days were I wonder if she was taught manners at all.

I could almost see Seb puke in disgust because his sister pissed on him. Only he was to scared to react to little details such as being peed on. If it had been any other day…

We rode far into the forest on Seb's back, until finally, we came to a deserted clearing. Seb tossed us down, looking at his shoulder that his sister had pissed on in disgust, before pulling his wand out from his pocket.

I pulled my wand out from the bun I'd poked it through, my hair cascading down my back in plump curls as the bun unraveled. I usually sleep on my stomach or my side so my wand wouldn't break during my sleep and this way I'd always have it on me. Plus, it kept my hair in a twirly bun and my hair holds the shape of long fat curls in the morning.

Shawn looked between us, as if shocked that we actually had our wands on us. Or maybe it was how conspicuously we'd hidden them in plain sight. With a sigh, she laid back on her back, her wand back in the tent.

"So, what are we waiting for?" she mused, her eyes closed and her arms behind her head.

I had an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach as I pulled my iPhone from the pocket on the back of my underpants, and dialed the house phone.

"Hello?" Caleb's voice answered on the third ring.

"Caleb? Can you put mom on?" I asked.

"Sure, on minute."

I could here shuffling on the other line and waited for my mom's voice.

"Hello, darling."

"Mommy, something's wrong. Muggles are floating, tents are burning, and…" my voice cut off as the sound of screams drew my attention to the sky.

Were the Dark Mark shown brightly in the night sky.

And suddenly, I was screaming too.

Results of the World Cup

For all of you who missed Quittich World Cup, the Irish won. But it was Bulgaria's own Victor Krum who caught the snitch. For all of you who, like me, betted on the Irish, I hope you enjoy your winnings. And for those of you who hoped for Bulgaria…well there's always next year.

But the more startling event happened after the cup was over. The Irish men were already drunk in their pride when it happened. A Death Eater attack.

It seems some old "Noble" English men got to drunk to see sense and decided to act as they would before You-Know-Who's disappearance. The World Cup got a taste of the old days it seems. Those good old days that make you glade we left the mother country behind in our quest for freedom.

Muggles were floating, tents were burning, and whole mobs of people (children and coward mostly) were running in terror for a place to hide. And the good old Boy-Who-Lived was among them. Terror raised farther when the Dark Mark lit the night sky. But who did it?

Well, it seems the British have turned on there precious Chosen One once it was found that it was his wand that conjured the hideous sight. And what's more, Barty Crotch, once the Head of Magical Law Enforcement gone work-ohilic, further accused his own house-elf of using a wand once the elf was found and Harry Potter was proven incapable of such advance magic. Does anyone less smell something fishy going on with this whole commotion, or is it just me?

One more house-elf is out of work, one man we all used to look up to is walking down the path of the loony-flons, and reporters everywhere have a story of a lifetime.

UP and Out America! This is Adrian Danvers with your eyewitness report!

My report on the World Cup stayed in print for three whole weeks as Shawn, Seb, and I got ready to return to Hogwarts. Not only that, but it seems some Brits started reading American news papers, because at Kings Cross Station, Platform 9 and 3 /4, several women pointed me out to their children. Or maybe they'd just seen me in my PJs.

Any ways…

Shawn had found my stash of "Dear Ki" s and decided it be a great Idea to make a sort of "Ask Alice" column with then. Girls writing to Ki, and having "Ki" answer back.

"Oh come on, Nicks!" she yelled at me. "You could do the death and family problems, I could do the fashion and friend problems, and we could get Seb to write the boy and self problems! It'd be great!"

"Shawn, have you learned how to use an 'inside voice'?" I wondered, shooting my friend a look.

"Oh, stop trying to change the subject! It's a great idea! And, you know what?" I rolled my eyes, having heard her answer for this several times before. "Girls everywhere would be thankful for us! We'd be secretly loved by everyone! Can't you just see it my way for once?"

"Shawn, I saw it your way with waking up two hours early every morning for the last two years to exercise. I saw it your way when you suggested we play 'I never…' for the thousandth time. I saw it your way when you decided we wouldn't stop shopping yesterday until we'd maxed out your credit card. I refuse to see things your way now."

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! !"

"ONLY IF SEB AGREES!" I shouted, regretting ever having said hello to the girl.

Shawn's smile grew to a catastrophic size as she darted of faster than I'd ever seen her move before (even at shoe sale) to find her brother.

I let out a sigh of relief to have her gone, as I dropped into my seat in the train, not even bothering to put my trunk away.

Zeus, my new Rotwiler, looked up at me from where he laid on the floor. He had both paws raise obove his head as if trying to cover his ear and was looking up at me with tired eyes.

"I know how you fell, Z. one chat with Shawn can were you out for the rest of the day."

And off to Hogwarts we go.