2. The Quidditch World Cup

We all walked in a close group as we walked up stairs and along platforms to reach the level that Mr. Weasley wanted to reach. I was walking with my thumbs hooked through my belt loops on my jeans, when I felt two strong arms hook through mine.

I smirked as I already knew it was the poor twins that pranked on earlier. "Where did you learn to become a good prankster like that?" George asked.

"I learnt myself. I got bored so I started to prank people. But then I started to learn dark information and secrets about people that they'd didn't want anyone to know." I replied casually.

Fred was the next one to ask me a question, "Which school do you go to?"

I smirked but answered innocently. "Hogwarts."

They both looked from me to each other, back to me to and in unison, "We've never seen you before!"

Kester snorted as he was in front of us and heard our convocation. "Scy stop harassing the boys. Only because you like annoying people." I snorted this time and answered the twin's question.

"I used to go to an all girl's school called Beauxbatons. But I hated it there so much that I started my pranking and collecting information. However, I got expelled after I created a snake made out fireworks that chased and bit on this new teacher that I despised. Adults just don't know a good joke when it bites down on them."

The twins laughed and Fred patted me on the back, "Oh my days, that sound amazing. Wish I was there." Fred said with a smile on his face as I blushed as his hand was still on the middle of my back, until he then realised and dropped it to his side.

I shook my head and then stopped walking as I nearly walked into the back of Ron, I'm really good at bumping into people aren't I?

I stepped onto my tip-toes to manage to see that Harry was talking to a creepy looking man, who held a cane down on his foot, tight and hard. I grabbed my wand and waved it around my head while whispering, "Animalia Transofmalia." I then felt my head and face slowly changing into the animal that I was thinking of. When the spell was done, I slipped my wand back into my boot. I heard a snort behind me and turned my lion head round to see George and Fred were snickering and trying hard not to burst into laughter. I put my finger to my feline lips, motioning them to be quiet as I crouched and started to weave though the small group, glad my brother and new friends would part out of the way for me.

I finally reached Harry, I saw that there were two people below us, obviously father and son by the colour of their bright blonde hair, except the father's hair was long and the son's hair was short and sleeked back with a lot of hair gel, and also grey, stormy eyes.

The father had finished saying something to Harry, which I couldn't hear what he said, when I lunged out and roared at the pair, making the pair jump in fright and take a few steps back, releasing Harry from the cane. I felt my head and face change back to normal, leaving an evil glint in my purple eyes and a smirk. I leaned forward on the rail and whispered, "Boo." Making the pair flinch. I simply laughed and walked with the twins as we carried on walking and laughing to the level I hoped soon that we would reach.

We finally reached the level that Mr. Weasley wanted to be on, which my legs were grateful as the muscles were aching, we walked along and ducked under a pipe. Then Mr. Weasley was talking to a man with a bowl haircut yet had a bald patch, with skinny glasses. "Kester, Scylla, this here is Amos Diggory and his son Cedric Diggory. Their joining us to watch the game." Amos smiled at us both and began talking to Kester, leaving me to talk to Cedric.

He walked and stood near me and spoke with a shy smile, "Hey, it's nice to meet you."

I smiled back and began to blush, "It's nice to meet you to." I felt a nudge from behind me and turned to see Ginny giving me a wink.

I pushed her lightly and turned back to Cedric but jumped slightly as George apparited near me. "Hey Scy, can I steal you away for a minute?" I didn't have a choice as he grabbed me and after giving Cedric an evil glare, appraited us to the other side of the group.

I ripped myself out of George's grip and looked at the twins, seeing both of them holding Irish flags, scarfs and hats. George's face had green and white painted all over his face yet Fred had only green and white lines under his eyes. "Why did you do that? Talk about making me look stupid and pathetic." I demanded them as I leaned on the barrier.

George spoke up, "Cedric is not all what he seems. He plays girl's hearts and when he's gotten bored of them, he chucks them away. We savedyou from getting hurt." My angry face changed to a look of apology and thankfulness.

"Anyway we got you a couple of things." Fred piped up and then placed an Irish hat on my head and wrapped a scarf around my neck. "Oh, nearly forgot." He mumbled and then grabbed two little pots, dipping his index and middle fingers into the paint tubs and then dragging them over my eyes. I watched him as he put the pots away and wiped his fingers clean, to then stare back at me.

We snapped out of it when we heard George cough and mumble, "Awkward."

I chuckled but then started to cheer as all of us looked out to the match, to see the Irish fly out and release fireworks, creating a leprechaun that started dancing. However, my cheers soon turned to booing as the Bulgarian team flew through the leprechaun, destroying it and making the fireworks turn red. A person on the Bulgarian team flew round until he stopped in front of the twins and I and I then knew who it was. Viktor Krum. He smiled and winked at me and I looked at the rest of my friends and brother, seeing them standing their shocked and wide eyed.

I then looked at Fred who was watching but I could see he was tense, making me feel upset and wanting to tell him to relax - to hug him. I then looked at Krum, leaned against the rail, smiled sweetly and said, "I hope you lose." He just chuckled and flew off. Everyone started to turn away from me and watch the game, but I glanced at Fred and saw that he was tense. Without thinking, I wrapped my pinkie around his and watched as he relaxed and looked at me. I smiled at him which he returned and then we both looked out to watch the game, our fingers still entwined.

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An hour and a half later, we had returned back to the tent after watching the Irish beat Bulgaria, winning not only the match, but also the final! Fred and I were looking through the twin's trunk as he showed me some of their inventions. George was hopping around, whistling as he held an Irish flag up to his lips like he was playing it. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny were all talking together. Mr. Weasley and Kester had left a few minutes ago, without giving us a reason. Fred and I looked up from the pranks as Ron stood on a stool and said, "There's no one like Krum." Fred and George looked at each other and started to say, "Dum Krum." While circling Ron as they flapped their arm. "He's like the bird the way he rides the wind. He's not just an athlete-" Ron was cut off as Fred threw the Irish quidditch flag over him. Ron tore it off quickly and finished his sentence. "He's an artist."

"Think you're in love Ron?" Ginny asked him as she walked past, stroking the flag that Ron was still holding.

I laughed as Ron mumbled, "Oh shut up Ginny."

I then smiled and began to sing, "Viktor I love you!"Fred and George stopped flapping their arms to look at me and smile, singing with me as did Harry as we continued to sing, "Viktor I do! Whenever apart my heart beats only for you." I laughed and clapped as George also laughed at a mumbling Ron who stood off the stool. I looked towards the entrance of the tent as I started to hear screaming. Fred stood beside me and said with a chuckle, "Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on!"

Suddenly Mr. Weasley and Kester ran in, stopping everyone messing around. "Stop it! Stop it, it's not the Irish." Mr. Weasley said as Kester grabbed my pouch that was bigger on the inside and George grabbed his and Fred's trunk.

We ran out from the tent to see the whole area ablaze with fire, wizards running and screaming from a group of people wearing masks, hoods up and walking close together in cloaks as they hissed a spell over and over again. I stood there in horror as I knew what the group was as I whispered it, "Deatheaters."