George, Angelina, Ron and half the staff from their other stores were working the marquee at the world cup. The minute the spectators had been let in to the grounds there had been a rush on WWW. They practically had to beat the customers off to close at night. It was their third day open and George was ringing up customers as Angie guided the queue to the counter and then Ron showed them out of the tent.

"Thank You for shopping at Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, did you find everything you wanted?" George had repeated that phrase so often the past couple of days he swore he would say it in his sleep. He looked up to see a bottle blonde with black glasses and a quick quote quill at the ready and no merchandise to buy.

"GET OUT OF MY STORE!" Everyone in the store turned toward George. "RITA SKEETER YOU ARE NOT WELCOME IN ANY OF MY STORES GET OUT!"

"Now Mr. Weasley you can't tell me you wouldn't like a little free publicity wouldn't you? I can write a nice article about your little joke shop that will put it on the map!"

"A NICE ARTICLE LIKE YOU WROTE ABOUT MY DEAD BROTHER? OR MAYBE ONE LIKE YOU WROTE ABOUT MY SISTER-IN-LAW. OR MAYBE A NICE ONE WHERE YOU CALL MY SISTER A WHORE AGAIN?"

Ron and Angie had made their way to either side of Ms. Skeeter. They lifted her, by the elbows and began walking toward the front of the tent. "Put me down this instant! This is no way to treat a respected member of the press!"

"Angie do you see a respected member of the press anywhere?"

"No Ron all I see is the nasty little slime ball that called my husband a drunkard. Do you see a respected member of the press?"

"No all I see is the Bitch that said my wife slept with her law professor to get perfect grades." Rita soon found herself unceremoniously dumped upon her ever widening rump in the dirt.

Next Rita tried the Gringots branch that had been opened to handle the avalanche of cash the World cup was generating. Unfortunately for Bill she found him taking a quick break outside, snogging his wife. "Well I see you have forgiven your little vela for her indiscretion with Potter. I guess it's true what they say about her kind. They'll hump anything. Then again a werewolf doesn't have much selection when it comes to mating does it?"

Unfortunately for Rita she had never seen what happens when even a part Vela get angry. With a cry of "I have had enuss!" Fleur sent a spell that knocked Rita to the other side of the massive campground. She landed, quite appropriately, in the cess pool.

Undaunted Rita continued her search for "news". Next we find Rita waiting outside the locker room as the UK team emerged after their daily practice. "Miss Weasley is it true that you are sleeping with half the UK league?" The Mediwitches were called to the side entrance to the stadium to treat an ailing reporter. Mysteriously she had suddenly developed a bad case of sinusitis eptesicus.

Bats, at last, extracted from her sinus cavities, Rita pressed on. She next encountered Andromeda and Augusta out buying souvenirs. "Excuse me Mrs. Tonks. Would like to comment on how you are feeling now that Harry has turned his back on his god-son, your grandson, and left you both destitute and heartbroken?" Andy had to give Rita the grudging acknowledgment that she could run remarkably fast when a vulture was pulling her hair out.

"Thanks Augusta."

"Don't mention it. Bartimus gets bored with so little to do but perch on my hat and wait for mail to deliver. The exercise will be good for him."

Hannah had her hands full! Thank goodness for her excellent help and her hubby. Neville had proven a dab hand at tending bar. The food marquee should make a tidy little profit and allow her to buy the Leaky cauldron. A watery screech filled the tent. Hannah turned to see her husband conjuring and pouring beer after beer over the top of a very soaked blonde. She hurried over to try and save the situation, wondering what could have caused such a totally uncharacteristic reaction from Neville. When she got close enough she heard: "No worries Ms. Skeeter you can have all the ale you want. It on the house. No wait it's on you!"

With a totally different perspective on the situation Hannah began conjuring pies and grinding them in to Rita's face. "Here Rita have a nice Mince pie. It's a thank you for the wonderful article where you call my husband the true heir of Gryffindork. How about a Key lime for the article where you proved that Neville's parents were faking mental illness in order to be supported by the MOM. Here's a nice chocolate one for the lovely expose you wrote explaining why I should never be allowed to run a pub. Oops so sorry seems that wasn't a chocolate pie after all. It was a cow pie!"

After running, for what she was convinced was her life, from the pub tent Rita at last gave up for the day.

Ginny crawled gratefully into her bed. The tent that the league had provided was most luxurious. She and her parents were living in style this world cup. The sign posted in front: "Ginny Weasley – chaser UK. Restricted area. Do not disturb. Violators will suffer from painful curses and be ejected from the world cup." insured her privacy. If she was lucky she could get a good nap in before dinner.

Molly, Augusta and Andi were sitting in the shade of Andy's tent watching Teddy and Victoire play on their toddler brooms. Fleur and Kreacher were taking turns tossing a small rubber ball for the children to catch as they zoomed by.

Molly could not believe the fun she was having. She still didn't know if she would be able to watch Ginny play. Most of her matches Molly had spent with her head on Arthur's chest, peeking through her fingers at the action.

Hermione strolled happily toward the family campsite, checking the map to make sure she was on track. She had just arrived from London. Of course she had stopped by WWW's marquee to get a quick snog from Ron first. Ah! There it was, just ahead. She could see two of her favorite toddlers honing their quidditch scores. "Oi family! The dedicated student has arrived!"

Soon she was engulfed in the Weasley patented hugs. Teddy waited patently until she noticed him holding his Ginny Weasley quidditch figure. With big eyes and an exaggerated whisper he asked; "Did Uncle Harry ask you about the spell? You know the one to hide the you know what question in my figure?"

Hermione pulled him up on to her lap. "Yes he did and I have it all figured out. Why don't you and Victoire show me where Ron and I are staying and you can watch me hide the note in there." Before they could go anywhere, Harry, Arthur, Percy and Bill all appeared with pops at the campsite. More hugs ensured before Hermione could settle in to her tent. She had barely unpacked when two excited toddlers ran back to their Aunt Hermione to watch some pretty spiffy magic.

Everyone headed off to their various tents to get ready for the evening. Arthur and Molly were as quiet as they could be to let Ginny get her rest. There was no need to wake her until closer to WWW's closing time. After they collected everyone else at WWW they would head to Hannah's marquee to enjoy a family and friends dinner.

Teddy and Victoire were playing nicely in their good clothes. Hermione was wiping her eyes after hearing the Rita stories. "I'm surprised she's not hanging around here trying to get a story!"

Ron appeared with a pop. "George says we can go to dinner at half past.. I'm going to pop back over there and help close up. But first…" Ron preceded to draw his wife further in to the tent for a good long, uninterrupted snog.

Victoire was sitting near the edge of the campsite playing. "Vat do you haz baby girl?" asked Fleur.

"Bug mammon."

"Eww! Zat is dirty! Put its down!" Kreacher snatched the bug from Victoire with a strange look on his face. Thinking he was going to release it away from where the children were playing the adults went back to their conversations. Instead Kreacher walked toward Ginny's tent and threw the bug at it. Loud noises and purple smoke filled the air. All the adults rushed outside with their wands drawn. Loud pops filled the air as multiple witches and wizards, wearing auror robes appeared. When the smoke cleared Rita Skeeter was lying on the ground near the tent covered in what looked like green and pink bumps. Bats were attacking her nose and her legs were looked like snakes! She was screeching .

"I demand that elf be punished! He deliberately injured me!" Kreacher was cowering behind Harry's legs. Looks of both triumph and fear alternating across his face.

After assuring himself the situation was under control Kingsley looked down his majestic nose and said "Why Rita he was just fulfilling his oath to the family he serves."

"Zat ess right! He was protecting my bebe!" Soon Rita was bundled off to detention. Unfortunately to her any money she had made writing her lies for cut-rate gossip magazines went for fines as her little secret had been found out by the ministry. Harry, Ron and Hermione got slight reprimands because they had known since the tri-wizard tournament.

Ginny and Fleur both gave Kreacher a kiss on the head and Harry insisted he join them for dinner. The family headed to dinner in a spectacular mood. Dinner that night started with laughter as the family and friends shared their Rita stories from the day. Xeno begged for permission to include their Rita stories in the next Quibbler, Rolf made a mental note to never make Luna's friends mad at him.