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Chapter 2

I was trying to breathe as we finally made it up those stairs. Merlin was I winded. I could tell Hermione thought the same thing. Her cheeks were red from all those steps.

We were at the top of the stadium. As we took our seats, I was leaning heavily against Fred. I thought I was gonna die for a minute.

"You alright there Isadora!" he yelled in my ear.

I nodded, but I couldn't speak in fear of letting my exhaustion get the better of me. I sucked it up and smiled. I had an amazing seat at the Quidditch World Cup! You could literally see everything.

"This is amazing!" I yelled to him over the roar of the crowd.

He looked giddy with excitement. I laughed and stood up to make my way over to my three best friends. I latched onto Harry's arm when I reached them.

He jumped, but calmed when he saw it was only me albeit he was still a little rigid.

"Relax Harry I don't bite," I told him.

He gave me a look. I knew he was referring to last year. So maybe the kiss had turned into a full blown snog. Maybe Harry might have had me backed into a wall and maybe there were roaming hands. I would never admit it to anyone, but it was the best snog of my life even though it was my first.

"Have no fear, I won't bite you in public," I reassured him.

"What about in private?" he asked.

I wasn't able to answer though because Ron yelled out, "It's the Irish!"

I just winked and smiled at Harry before cheering loudly as the team flew in. Fred and George were calling out the respective names of the team members. There were fireworks that turned into a giant leprechaun doing an Irish jig.

"Here come the Bulgarians!" one of the twins exclaimed.

Five players in red flew onto the pitch and one appeared on the big screen, Viktor Krum. A lot of the crowd including Ron began to chant his name. He was fist pumping the air.

"Good evening! It gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!"

xxXXxx

An extremely large sign that had been flashing ads now said, BULGARIA: 0 IRELAND: 0.

"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce...the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"

The whole right side of the stadium erupted in screams and shouts.

"I wonder what they've brought," Mr. Weasley wondered leaning forward.

"Aaah!" he said polishing his glasses on his robes. "Veela!"

I took it the Veela were the gorgeous women with long silver hair. They began to sway along to the music that had started. The Veela started spinning and dancing faster and faster until both Hermione and I noticed Harry and Ron about to dive out of the Top Box.

It was good thing I had an iron grip on Harry's arm. Hermione tried to pull Ron away from the railing. When the Veela stopped dancing along with the music, they were brought back down to earth. I think about every man in that stadium was angry and voicing their complaints very loudly and not so nicely. Ron and Harry looked like they were about to join.

Ron was tearing apart the shamrock on his hat until Mr. Weasley took the hat from him and said, "You'll be wanting that once Ireland have had their say."

"Huh?" Ron asked stupidly, staring at the Veela who had lined up at the side of the field.

"Honestly," Hermione said when she stopped laughing. I pulled Harry back in his seat as she pulled Ron back into his. Fred and George were both staring openmouthed at the Veela.

"Where is Sophie when you need her?" I complained. I stood up and pulled the twins back to their seats. The mention of their longtime best friend seemed to bring them back.

"And now," the minister yelled making me jump, "kindly put your wands in the air...for the Irish National Team Mascots!"

I gaped in surprise as a rainbow of colors flashed across the stadium. A big green and gold stream went around the stadium and then split into two parts. Then an actual rainbow stretched from one end of the stadium to the other and connected the two balls of light that had split off from each other.

The rainbow faded and the balls of light joined and turned into a giant shamrock. It started to circle the crowd with something falling from it. Gold was falling from the shamrock!

"Excellent!" Ron exclaimed and the shamrock went over us. I laughed and watched as he grabbed as much gold as he could.

"Leprechauns!" Mr. Weasley shouted over the applause of the crowd.

"And here, all the way from Egypt, our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa!" Fudge roared.

I tightened my grip on Harry's arm in anticipation. The game was about to start!

xxXXxx

The minister of magic let Ludo Bagman take over.

"Theeeeeeeeey're OFF!" Bagman shouted. "And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"

Everything was happening so fast that all I could see were blurs on the field. Bagman kept throwing out names as the Quaffle was passed around from player to player. I cheered as Troy dropped the Quaffle in the hoop and scored for Ireland.

"Troy scores!" Bagman yelled. "Ten zero to Ireland!"

Ireland scored two more times. The stadium erupted in loud cheers and shouts. I cheered with them. This was all so exciting!

Bulgaria finally managed to score and brought the score up to thirty-ten Ireland.

"Fingers in your ears!" Mr. Weasley yelled to the boys. Hermione and I shared a look as the boys all plugged their ears when the Veela celebrated and began to dance.

After the Veela had finished, Bulgaria was in possession of the Quaffle again.

"Dimitrov! Levski! Dimitrov! Ivanova—oh I say!" Bagman roared.

My eyes widened as I saw the two Seekers, Krum and Lynch dive for the ground.

"They're going to crash!" Hermione shrieked.

I gripped Harry's arm even tighter. Viktor Krum pulled up at the last minute, but Lynch plummeted and crashed into the ground with a sickening crunch. I hid my face in Harry's arm as the whole Irish section groaned.

"Fool!" Mr. Weasley shouted. "Krum was feinting!"

"It's time-out!" Bagman yelled, "As trained mediwizards hurry onto the field to examine Adrian Lynch!"

"He'll be okay, he only got ploughed!" Charlie told us. Ginny hung over the side of the railing with a look of pure terror on her face. "Which is what Krum was after, of course..."

Lynch finally got to his feet and the Ireland section of the stands started cheering. Getting back on his broom, the game began again. Lynch coming back seemed to motivate Ireland. After just fifteen minutes, Ireland had pulled ahead by getting ten more goals. We all cheered loudly after each goal.

At one-hundred and thirty to ten, the Bulgarians started to play dirty.

Mullet had the Quaffle and was zooming across the field towards the goal posts. I was expected another goal, but I was wrong. She looked disoriented and confused, but the referee had blown the whistle for a foul.

"And Mostafa takes the Bulgarian Keeper to task for cobbing—excessive use for elbows!" Bagman roared. "And—yes, it's a penalty for Ireland!"

I smirked as the leprechauns had formed together to spell out "HA HA HA!"

Mr. Weasley and the boys all put their fingers in their ears as the Veela started to dance again. Hermione and I both erupted in laughs as we watched the referee acting odd. He was flexing his muscles and smoothing down his mustache. He was trying to impress the Veela!

"Look at the referee!" Hermione said still laughing.

"Now, we can't have that," Bagman said sounding amused by the situation. "Somebody slap the referee!"

I couldn't stop snickering as a mediwizard came out with his fingers in his ears and kicked the referee in the shin pretty hard. The referee seemed to be back and started scolding the Veela, who had stopped dancing.

"And unless I'm much mistaken, Mostafa is actually attempting to send off the Bulgarian team mascots!" Bagman yelled. "Now there's something we haven't seen before! Oh this could turn nasty!"

I thought it was slightly amusing. The Bulgarian Beaters had landed and started to argue with the referee. They made me think of Fred and George who would definitely be doing what they were.

They gestured to the leprechauns who had now spelled out, "HEE HEE HEE!"

The referee signaled for the Beaters to get up in the air again, but they refused. The referee then blew on his whistle twice.

"Two penalties for Ireland!" Bagman roared. The Bulgarian fans roared with anger. "And Volkov and Vulchanov had better get back on those brooms...yes...there they go...and Troy takes the Quaffle..."

The game started to get really dirty after that. Volkov and Vulchanov started to hit just about anything with their Beater bats that weren't their own teammates. Dimitrov flew straight at Moran and made it seem like he was going to ram her. She nearly fell off of her broom and nearly dropped the Quaffle she was in possession of. He had feinted and she fell for it.

"Foul!" the Irish supporters all yelled at the referee.

"Foul!" Bagman yelled out. "Dimitrov skins Moran—deliberately flying to collide there—and it's got to be another penalty—yes, there's the whistle!"

The leprechauns were in the air again but instead of the usual words, they had formed a not so polite hand gesture to the Veela. My eyes widened at it. Furious, the Veela started throwing fire balls at the leprechauns. They had changed from these beautiful women into bird-like hags. It was quite a sight to see.

"And that, boys, is why you should never go for looks alone!" Mr. Weasley yelled. Hermione and I looked at each other and snickered a little.

Ministry officials started rushing onto the field to try and separate the Veela and leprechauns, but it wasn't working at all. They were having a full out war on the pitch!

Bagman was still announcing the battle that was happening up above the mascots though.

"Levski—Dimitrov—Moran—Troy—Mullet—Ivanova—Moran again—Moran—MORAN SCORES!"

I covered my ears as the shrieks of the Veela overpowered the Irish crowd. The people from the ministry were shooting their wands off everywhere and the game was still going on.

Levski had the Quaffle now and then Dimitrov. I tried to ignore the mascots' war below and bit my lip as the Irish Beater, Quigley, swung his bat at a Bludger, hitting it as hard as he could towards Krum.

Krum couldn't dodge it fast enough though. I heard a loud Crack! As it collided with his face.

I flinched. I knew I was supporting Ireland, but that was just terrible.

There was blood all over his face and uniform. I waited for the ref to blow his whistle, but he never did. The Veela had caught his broom tail on fire!

"Time-out!" Ron yelled out. "Ah, come on, he can't play like that, look at him-"

"Look at Lynch," Harry yelled.

Lynch had suddenly gone into a dive, spotting the Snitch.

"He's seen the Snitch!" Harry shouted. "He's seen it! Look at him go!"

I watched as he once again dove for the ground. Krum, who was still bleeding, was right on his tail. Blood was flying in the air as Krum chased after Lynch and the Snitch.

"They're going to crash!" Hermione shrieked once again. I was with her as I watched the two seekers in their dive.

"They're not!" Ron yelled.

"Lynch is!" Harry yelled.

Harry was right. For the second time in the game, Lynch hit the ground with sickening crunch. I hid my face in Harry's arm as the sound resonated throughout the stadium. Everyone forgot about the game for a second before Charlie shouted.

"The Snitch, where's the Snitch!" Charlie bellowed.

"He's got it—Krum's got it—it's all over!" Harry shouted.

Krum was in the air holding the Snitch up. The scoreboard read BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170. The Ireland section of the crowd got louder and louder, roaring with excitement and delight. We all cheered and shouted.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman roared, who seemed rather surprised by the end of the match just like everyone else. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH—BUT IRELAND WINS—good lord, I don't think any of us were expecting that!"

"What did he catch the Snitch for?" Ron yelled jumping up and down and clapping with his hands over his head. "He ended it when Ireland was a hundred and sixty points ahead, the idiot!"

"He knew they were never going to catch up!" Harry shouted back. I jumped up and gave Hermione a hug. "The Irish Chasers were too good...He wanted to end it on his term, that's all..."

"He was very brave, wasn't he?" Hermione said. "He looks a terrible mess..."

"His nose has to be broken," I spoke as mediwizards swarmed onto the field and battled through the mascots to get to Krum.

"And as the Irish team performs a lap of honor, flanked by their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup itself is brought into the Top Box!" Bagman roared.

I saw the top box light up like the sun.

"Let's have a really loud hand for the gallant losers—Bulgaria!" Bagman roared.

Now it was time to celebrate!