In Which Meg teaches the Weasely's to pitch a tent.
Hey guys I'm sick today with a high fever that gave me chills that woke me up. My insomnia was due to have fevers in the middle of the night.
I haven't found my book yet but everyone wants me to go on. Is Hermione even supposed to be in this chapter. whatever she's there anyways. Started on 1/11/13.
Yes I'm going to time stamp it too.
Let's get to work!
It was a long walk to the piece of grass that they where to occupy. A really long walk. Better than that one time she took that roman training during the giant war at least. Absolutely horrid. Three weeks of nothing but waking cross country, from the Berkley Hills to Long Island.
She didn't think Britain was long enough for the Romans to hike it all.
"This is it!" Called Mr. W as he pointed to a spot between two huge tents. He opened his bag to reveal his tent. It smelled like moldy cats and cream cheese. Ugh!
"We have to set it up manually invade a muggle sees us. It would be suspicious if they see a tent set itself up." Mr. W said.
And an encampment of half of Britain's population wasn't strange?
"Er-Do you know how to set it up?" Harry asked. "Nope! Come on boys it will be a learning experience. Harry, Hermione, Nico how about you three go get some water from the spigot down that way."
That trio left and Meg watched the Weaselys try, in vain, to set up the tent. Meg laughed when it fell over for like the eighth time in a minute.
"Let me. I know what I'm doing. I like camping." An utter lie if there ever was one. She hated camping with a passion. There were monsters everywhere. And one does not enjoy being eaten.
She grabbed Fred's mallet and began pitching the tent. It was a bit different than the ones at camp and she did not see everyone fitting in this tent. But these people are magic so screw the rules.
She wiped off some sweat and moves to the next side. She deftly hammered the stakes into the tough soil and strung the nylon cords. In a few minutes she had the thing almost done. She hiked it up and it was done.
Harry, Hermione, and Nico were still gone too. How far away was that spigot-thingy? She wasn't even sure what a spigot was. Come on she was only 14! This had to be a three point ENGLISH vocabulary word or something!
She spotted a mob of black hair in the distance. Nico? Oh, wait that's just Harry.
A few minutes later Nico and company were back from the long walk across the field to the mysterious water spigot.
She introduced them to the outside of their "home away from home". "Reminds me of that one time we hiked cross-country." Said Nico. "I know, right?" Answered Meg. "And that reminds me of the time Percy showed me his sw-magical pen." Added Meg.
"How was it magical?" Asked Hermione. "It doesn't matter right now." Snapped Nico.
"Anyways let's get in the tent. Yes? Okay." Said Meg trying to change the topic.
She grabbed Hermione and pulled her inside. She then gapped at how big it was on the inside. Magic, totally magic. And hammer-space too. This was a pocket universe thingy. Right? Cool.
Mr. W came in with the other boys and pointed the ways to the girls rooms and the boys rooms. Meg began to change into something warmer for tonight. Was she going to support Ireland or that place she couldn't remember? Definitely Ireland, everyone else was doing it.
"Are we supporting the Republic of Ireland or UK's North Ireland?" She asked. Nico looked stunned, as if to say "there's TWO Irelands?". Ron looked at her like she was an idiot. "Which do you think?" And he turned away.
So not helpful. Nico was still stunned. She tapped him and he snapped to. "Huh?" Come on we're going."
Hermione put enough face paint on Meg's face for twelve people and she suspected that the Weaselys were covered head to toe in green, white, and orange paint.
Nico didn't want to come out but Meg dragged him out by his aviator jacket. It seemed Fred had painted Nico's hair green, his scarf orange and left his pale face as it was.
She dragged Nico outside and followed the Weaselys to the huge stadium they had erected. They turned the corner to get to the stairs and boom! Here's Malfoy and Malfoy jr. Aka Draco.
"Oh hello Potter, di Angelo, Granger, Weasely." He said. But it sounded like, "Oh Ello Potta, di Angelo, Granger, Weeeesely."
"Um, you forgot me." Meg said. "Hello Thorn, why are you hanging out with these lot?" He asked. "Um-cause they're my friends?" She said.
"I'm your housemate so you showed just abandon those losers." Said Malfoy. Meg scoffed. "In your dreams." She said rolling her eyes. "Let's go guys." She called to Harry and Nico.
After what had to be twelve hundred steps, they reached their seats. Meg looked at Ron. "Man, we got great seats." She said. Nico looked nervous at being so high.
The Irish team shared their luck of the Irish by dropping gold coins out of a huge sparkly flying leprechaun. The other team showed off a team of girls. All of the boys around her went into a daze as they stared and smiled at the girls and cheered for the opposite team.
Where those Sirens or something? Even Nico was staring at them. Meg had more than half a mind to attack the girls head on and break their little chicken necks. But she would never get away with it, she wasn't very good with manipulating the Mist. Not as good as Nico anyways.
Where was she? Oh yes, those chicken ladies. By god was Harry drooling? She took out her iPod and snapped a picture of all the boys staring with their glazed expression.
All the woman in the stadium where yelling but there wasn't many girls here in the first place. "A Veela! That's against the rules!" Yelled Hermione. Suddenly a guy down below fell out of his seat for leaning in too much towards the Veelas, as Hermione called them.
The leprechauns got in a fight with the Veela and the Veelas changed instantly. Like the noodles. They actually grew chicken-like features. And now they looked ugly. All the boys around Meg snapped to attention.
"Nico, I hope you don't mind but I took a picture of you and I'm sending it to everyone who's e-mail I know." Said Meg. "What?" Yelled Nico. "Kidding, I'm kidding."
After that the match went on with all the other girls sighing affectionately when a Mr. Victor Crum came out. Ron gazed in wonder when Harry asked who he was. "Only the greatest seeker in history. I wish I could be like him."
Meg stared at him. "So why are we supporting Ireland?" She asked. Ron waved her off. "Not now Megan."
The game ended with Ireland winning and they all went back to the tent to celebrate with butterbeer, something Meg and Nico had never known. At least they got their slip signed this year. By her mother under the name Helen Thorn. And Nico's said not Hades but Ricardo di Angelo.
Crazy huh? That's what Meg thought.
"Uh-is there any actual alcohol in this?" She asked. Ron looked at her. "No. Not a drop but it tastes great." He told her.
She downed it in a not so fluid motion. It was really sweet. And hot so it warmed her up.
Nico was washing his hair in a bucket, trying to get that green paint out of his usually black hair. His scarf was nice and clean now though. I was hanging on a cord that stretched across the high roof of the tent.
There was some screaming out side and Harry asked about it. The boy told him it was the Irish celebrating but Mr. W said something else was happening. Meg couldn't agree more, that sounded like fear to her, Nico had stopped dunking his head and was listening.
Something was zooming at a high speed above the tent.
The sound of a missed spell. "Run!" Nico called grabbing all of his things and everyone earless he could carry. He handed them out and sent then running. A crowd of people were running right outside of the tent in shear and utter panic. "Stay together!" Yelled Mr. W but Meg, Nico, and Harry already couldn't see them. Nico grabbed Meg and dragged her towards Harry's position. He looked like he was escaping a riptide by using a sideways motion not against the glow of people.
They emerged on the other side and Harry was definitely following someone or something. Harry dashed through the trees and dodged a stray spell. Cries of illegal curses roared through the air like fireworks. A spell was coming right at them, as if aimed, but only they knew they were there. Meg jumped behind a tree in instinct. Out of Nico's shadow cloak range. She didn't see Nico but he had to be there somewhere. "Imperio!" Called someone and it flew past a her. She continued after Harry knocked out and saw a man in a cloak point Harry's wand at the sky. A green misty serpent erupted out of it's tip and slunk in and out of a misty green skull.
Voldemort's symbol.
He pointed a different wand in Meg's direction and shouted "Imperio!" It missed her.
She peeked put from behind the tree and something smacked against her head hard. She turned and saw Nico pass out with his sword in hand and with a slightly glazed eyes before she followed suit.
"Megan! Megan! Wake up! Please wake up!"
She snapped into the world of consciousness. Nico was twiddling his thumbs guiltily beside a distraught Hermione and nervous Fred.
"What happened?" She asked. "Deatheaters attacked the Quidditch World Cup." Said Fred.
"And they think Harry led it!" Added Hermione. "What! Let me see that bozo! I can vouch for Harry! I saw a guy use Harry's wand to place the Dark Mark." Meg said.
A flyer landed by her hand. Imperio, She remembered, was a controlling curse, illegal. And someone had used it on Nico. That's why he attacked her. Only reason she could think of.
She picked up the flyer and watched the letters jumble around. She held it out to Nico. "Could you read that to me, I'm dyslexic." She said. Nico took it and read. "Celebrate the luck of the Irish with butterbeer and fire whiskey from O'keefe. The worlds best."
She thought so.
She grabbed her wand and pointed it at Nico. She looked to Hermione and Fred. "Nico's fallen to the Imperio curse."
"What makes you think that?" Asked Fred. Hermione whispered something in his ear but Meg made out the word "dyslexic".
Fred eyes widened. He grabbed Nico under the armpits and picked him up. "Come along. We have a minister to talk to."
They walked with Nico struggling to escape Fred's grasp but to no avail. There was the minister of magic. Corn Fudge or something.
"I have something to announce." Meg called out to the talking politicians. They looked over and Fudge walked over. "Now just a darn moment." "Harry didn't make the Dark Mark, but his wand was snatched from his unconscious body and used. And the proof is my best friend Nico di Angelo of America. He's fallen victim to the Imperio curse/charm whatever. And I can prove that too." She withdrew the flyer from her pocket and had Nico read it again. "First, Harry's wand wasn't used for that spell so its not recorded. And two, because Nico and I can't read English properly. Me and Nico are both dyslexic." She said. "I can't read it and neither should he, but he did! If that's not proof than what is?" Fudge looked shocked.
Seconds later they were curing Nico and breaking charms or enchantments. Using that Truth potion Meg couldn't spell to see of they had succeeded. Eventually Nico screamed "I'm dyslexic, I can't read English!", angrily, and they let him go. That were talking about about a Mr. Moody when they left to go to The Burrow.
I hope you liked that one. Everything gets more and more serious as time goes on.
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