"Harry, wake up!"

"Wha-?" Harry mumbled, groggily opening his eyes. He reached for his glasses on his bedside table and saw Ron standing by the bed. "Ron, what are you doing here? Did something happen at the Ministry?"

"Huh? No, nothing like that. It's-"

"Then what the bloody hell are you doing in my room at six in the morning," he said, lying back down on his pillow.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked sleepily, stirring beside him.

"You brother has finally cracked and is trying to wake me up at the crack of dawn on my first morning off in weeks," Harry said.

"You forgot, didn't you," Ron said, rolling his eyes.

"Forgot about what?" Harry said, burying his head in his pillow.

"The Cannons game! It starts at eight and we're taking the underground to the apperation point, so get up!"

"Oh, that's right," Harry said, suddenly wide-awake. He looked up at Ron and noticed he was wearing a horrible bright orange Cannons hat that clashed terribly with his hair. "Give me a minute to get dressed and then I'll get Lily up and-"

"Daddy, you're still in bed?" Lily exclaimed, barging into the bedroom, fully dressed in her orange Cannons T-shirt. "We're going to miss the game!"

"I've been telling him the same thing, Lil," Ron said, shaking his head.

"Relax, Lily," Harry chuckled. "We'll be on time."

"Well…okay," she said. "But hurry. Hugo keeps falling asleep on the couch."

"I'll never forgive you for turning her into a Cannons fan, Ronald," Ginny said, pulling the covers tighter around her body.

"Sure you're not coming, Gin?" Harry asked, grabbing a pair of jeans from the closet. "You love Quidditch matches."

"I do," Ginny agreed. "But seeing as the Cannons are playing the Knights, I highly doubt anyone will be seeing any real Quidditch."

"They're finally playing a team with a worse record than theirs," Ron said proudly. "This could be the Cannons first win in decades!"

"Uh-huh," Ginny nodded, turning to her side. "Now then, if you two would kindly leave so I can actually go back to sleep until it's light outside, I'd appreciate that."

…..

"Best seats in the house, huh?" Ron grinned as him, Harry, Lily and Hugo climbed up the steps of the stadium to the top box. "We're able to see everything from here."

"You think they'll use Mickey Cooper as Seeker?" Lily asked, leaning over the side of the box to get a better look. "Or Henry Davis?"

"Davis, no doubt," Ron said. "He's come much closer to catching the snitch than Cooper has. The real question though is whether or not they're going to keep Lancer in as Keeper after that bludger incident last match."

"But their reserve is terrible!" Lily exclaimed. "He let in 40 goals when the Cannons played against the Yellow Jackets!"

"Seriously, Gin's going to kill you, Ron," Harry said, grinning.

"The Cannons are a great team," Ron defended. "She should be thrilled that Lily's a fan."

"Not when she played for the Harpies for ten years," Harry reminded him.

"I like the Harpies too," Lily stated. "I have a poster of them above my bed, remember?"

"It looks like it's going to rain," Hugo commented, looking up at he dark sky.

"That just adds even more excitement to the game," Ron said, anxiously peering through his omnioculars. "Game should be starting any minute."

"Harry, there you are."

Harry turned and saw Kingsley stepping into the box. "Could I have a word?"

"Er, sure," Harry nodded. He turned to Ron. "Keep an eye on Lily, will you?"

"Sure thing," Ron replied.

"What's going on?" Harry asked as Kingsley led him down the steps and outside of the stadium.

"The three Aurors on duty have just alerted me of unusual activity," Kingsley said. "You're aware that they've been checking each and every person as they enter the stadium?"

"Of course," Harry nodded. "I placed them there myself. The three that are supposed to be on duty today are Carson, Liam, and Jones."

"Right, yes," Kingsley said. "And it was Carson that came to me and told me that they've detained a man about ten minutes ago."

"Why?" Harry asked. "Was he one of Claridina's followers?"

"That's what it looks like," Kingsley sighed. "All that we know for sure though is that he was caught with a whole vile of Athrimo potion in his bag."

Harry felt his blood grow cold. "Isn't that the potion that-"

"Its scent can kill in an instant," Kingsley nodded gravely. "And with a whole vile of it…it could've taken out the entire stadium and anyone around it within a mile radius."

Suddenly Harry felt a jolt in his stomach. "Kingsley," he said slowly. "What if…what if this was the plan? The plan that Draco told me about? I know he said it was supposed to take place at night but what if she changed her mind and-"

"That," Kingsley interrupted. "Is exactly what I'm afraid of."