Here's the next chapter! Thank you to sassiecassie218, Cookie Spasms, brelee26, meggymoocow, QuillMist9674 for your reviews. There is a song in this chapter sassiecassie218. To meggymoocow, I realize twins don't have actual bonds, I have twin cousins. They are so much a like though and they spend so much time together that they can practically read each other's minds. I just enhanced that since it is a story of mythology and magic. Shout out if you can guess what spell is shot at Nina during the Death Eater attack.

Chapter Forty Eight: Quidditch World Cup

The next day, Percy and I ate cold pizza for breakfast. Sally was still being nice, um, nicer to me and even Percy was starting to get suspicious. What is that woman up too? When I finished eating, I began to play with the new charm Apollo had given me. It would summon any demigod necessity I needed. Demigod necessities were rope, sleeping bags, pillows, and the most important, duct tape. There were other necessities we needed too, but those were the main ones.

I jumped when I heard our Floo go off in the living room. I jumped up and ran into the room, followed by Percy and Sally. Two red-headed men were stepping out of the fire. One had a pony tail and a fang earring. He was tall and lithe. The other man was average height and had short hair. He was very well built and had burn marks all over his arms. "Hello," said the taller man. "I'm Bill Weasley. I'm guessing you're the twins' friend, Nina?"

"Hi, yeah, I am. You know, I would have thought you would've called me Ron's friend."

'Nah," laughed the shorter man. "You seem too smart to be friends with Ron. He's not the brightest of us Weasleys. Charlie Weasley, by the way." I shook Charlie's hand. "You got all your stuff?"

"What, oh, yeah. A friend of mine cast a charm on it. It's right here." I showed Charlie and Bill the charm on my bracelet that was my miniature trunk. Bill was fascinated by it. Fred and George did say he always loved Charms and Ancient Runes. I hugged Percy goodbye and waved to Sally. I climbed into the fire after Charlie and said "The Burrow," just like he had. The fire flew round me and I shut my eyes. I needed to keep the soot out of my eyes. I pulled my elbows in to keep them from banging against the fireplace walls. I definitely prefered mist travel over this.

Bill and Charlie led me into the kitchen where I was greeted by an enthusiastic Mrs. Weasley. She hugged me and I awkwardly hugged her back. I love hugs and all, but I've hardly spoken more than 10 words to the woman. Charlie seemed to notice my discomfort and tried to distract his mom by asking when Harry would get here. She was about to answer when a thump announced the arrival of people. Four people walked into the kitchen. "Hey, Nina," Fred and George sang, simultaneously. I grinned and waved at the two pranksters. Ron nodded at me and Harry waved before being pulled into a hug by Mrs. Weasley. At least he knows her better than I do.

Mr. Weasley came into the room a few minutes later. He didn't notice Mrs. Weasley. He began to scold the twins and threatened to tell Mrs. Weasley about some prank they pulled on Harry's muggle cousin. Mrs. Weasley demanded to know what was going on so Ron, Harry, Bill, Charlie, and I snuck outside to the garden to set up the tables for lunch. Hermione and Ginny were already out there. Harry smiled at them both, and Ginny flushed, her face turning the shade of red known as Weasley Red.

Bill and Charlie raised their wands and began to levitate the tables into position. One table bumped into the other. Bill smirked and flicked his wand. His table flew back and then went crashing into Charlie's. And that, my dear friends, is how the Great Table War started. Charlie's table knocked off one of the legs on Bill's with a loud clap. Percy stuck out his head and told us to keep it down. Charlie rolled his eyes as he apologized. The brothers set down the tables and repaired the leg. Harry, Ron, and I set up all the plates, glasses, and cutlery.

Bill and Charlie were sitting on either side of me during lunch. They asked me if I wanted anything since I had just eaten breakfast and I said no. It was about halfway through the meal and Mrs. Weasley noticed I wasn't eating. "Nina, dear, you are far too thin. You must eat something."

"I just ate breakfast Mrs. Weasley. There's a five hour time difference between here and New York. It may be one in the afternoon here, but over there it's eight in the morning." Mrs. Weasley blushed and looked down. Most witches and wizards didn't know about timezones.

"Hey, Nina?" asked Bill. I looked up at him. "What was that stuff you were eating? I've never seen it before."

"You-you've never seen pizza before?" I asked. He shook his head along with the rest of the table. I frowned. "Pizza is a dish most Americans associate with Italians, but they don't eat it a lot. It's a dough that has tomato sauce spread over it and melted cheese on top of that. You normally put toppings on it. Mine didn't have any extra toppings on it."

"Mum," said Fred, "can we have pizza for dinner? It sounds really good."

"I have no idea how to make it," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Oh, I do. I have a really awesome gravy recipe too. My cousin, Nico, taught it to me." Mrs. Weasley reluctantly agreed and all the children except Hermione and Percy cheered. Apparently the wizarding world isn't up to date on the foods from other cultures. Pity, you should always expand your tastes. I should introduce the Weasley's to barbeque.

Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie helped me make the pizza. When we let the dough rise, I looked us all over. We all had flour all over us. When Charlie turned around to clean himself off a little, Fred flung some flour at him. Charlie whirled around and threw some at George because that's who he thought had thrown it. We all started flinging flour at each other while waiting for the dough to rise. After, we made Nico's gravy recipe. It was the best recipe, except for Benny's, I had ever had. We put the cheese on then shoved the multiple pizzas in the oven. Mrs. Weasley walked in and yelled at us for messing up her perfectly clean kitchen. Oh well, it's a kitchen. It's supposed to get dirty.

Everyone enjoyed their pizza for dinner. I heard Mrs. Weasley grumbling something about it not being part of their culture. You need a little variety, though. Like Percy and I always go out for Mexican and Japanese even though we're Italian and Greek. We never ever go out for sushi, though. That would just be plain wrong.

The next day, Mrs. Weasley woke me up at five in the morning. I had slept on the downstairs couch. I went into the kitchen and started to make breakfast. Percy and I had started a tradition where whichever kid was up first would make breakfast. I just became used to it, so I started making breakfast even though this isn't my house.I decided on pancakes and scrambled eggs. I hate eggs, personally, but Fred and George told me they loved them so I decided to make them any way.

When Mrs. Weasley came back down, the only people not following her were Bill, Charlie, and Percy. I yawned as I set the pancakes down on the table. The eggs were already there. "Oh, dear, you didn't have to make breakfast," said Mrs. Weasley.

I shrugged, "It's tradition in my house that the first child awake in the morning makes breakfast. This way, our mother doesn't have to wake up early because she takes night classes."

"What are these things?" asked Ron as he poked a pancake with his fork. Wow, they don't even know about pancakes.

Molly's POV

I can't believe that girl! How dare she bring er foreign culture into this house. First the pizza thing last night, disgusting. If she wants to study magic in England, then she should learn how to behave like a proper young lady. I can't believe she actually had a fight with flour against four of my sons. Absolutely horrendous. "These are called pancakes, Ron. There's really no other way to describe them. Try one they're really good." The sounds disgusting. "Mrs. Weasley, where are Bill, Charlie, and Percy? Aren't they going to the match too?"

"They're apparating there," I told the girl. Hermione is much nicer than her. "They won't be up for another few hours."

"Oh, that isn't happening. If I'm getting up at five in the morning, those three are too. I don't care if they're old enough to apparate or not, they are taking the portkey with the rest of us!" The insufferable little girl marched up the stairs. A few minutes later, she returned, dragging Bill and Charlie by their ears. A disgruntled Percy followed behind her. Who does that girl think she is.

Nina's POV

Fred and George applauded as I came down the stairs, pulling Bill and Charlie by their ears. I smiled at them and shoved Bill and Charlie into two empty seats. There was no way I was going to let them sleep in. I always slept badly the first night going back and forth between NY and England. I got maybe two hours of sleep and was not in a good mood. Bill and Charlie were falling asleep at the table.

After everyone had finished packing, Mr. Weasley led us towards our portkey. It was a couple miles away, but I didn't get tired. I had walked twice this length in full battle armor.. Our portkey was being shared by the Diggorys. Cedric Diggory was a Hufflepuff going into his seventh year. He was nice enough. His father was very arrogant. I didn't like him. The portkey itself was an old hiking boot. We all held onto it and Mr. Weasley counted down from ten. On one, the portkey sht into the air. We spun around and let go when Mr. Diggory said too. Bill grabbed my arm and helped me with the landing. I was really dizzy.

I was going to be sharing a tent with Hermione and Ginny. Apollo, please help me! The tent was much larger on the inside than on the outside. Gotta love magic. I went with Harry, Ron, and Hermione to get water for tea. Along the way, we met Seamus and his mom and Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor quidditch captain who was a seventh year last year. They were all rooting for Ireland. I didn't know anything about the quidditch teams, so I was routing for Ireland because they were the underdogs for this match.

To get to the pitch, we had to walk through a stretch of woods. There were little fairy lights lighting up the path. They looked like actual far I'm pretty sure they were actual fairies. Talk about animal cruelty. Mr. Weasley led us through the woods and up the stairs of the stadium all the way to the top box. There was already a little house elf there who said she was waiting for Mr. Barty Crouch Thalia. I said, "That is just wrong to leave you up here if you're so scared of heights! Mr. Crouch shouldn't do something like that!" The elf just whimpered and hid her face in her hands. Percy started to tell me off, saying I had of right to insult my betters. Oh, if only he knew who I really was.

The minister was sitting with us and he shook Harry's hand and then my hand. He asked how I was doing after the traumatizing event with a werewolf. I told him I was fine and had actually spent most of my summer with Remus. He was quite surprised. Percy kept glaring at Harry and me jealously. Bill, Charlie, Fred, and George were laughing at their brother. Fudge introduced us to the Bulgarian minister. Thank the gods I learned Bulgarian two years ago. "Zdraveĭte, moeto ime e Nina. Priyatno mi e."

"Zdraveĭ, Nina . Kŭde se nauchi tozi ezik?"

"Edin moĭ priyatel me nauchi." The minister smiled at me and sat down. Everyone stared at me.

"Would you mind translating for me?" asked Fudge. I shrugged. Percy glared at me even more. Fudge introduced us to the Malfoys who we all already knew. Okay, I didn't know Draco's mom. Lucius Malfoy sneered at Hermione and me. Him and his stupid pureblooded idiocy. "I'm a mudblood and proud of it too, Mr. Malfoy," I said soft enough so only he, Bill, and Charlie heard. The two brothers bit back their laughs.

Suddenly, Ludo Bagman rushed into the place. He was the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. We had met him down by the campsite along with Barty Crouch. Bagman put his wand next to his neck. "Sonorus. Ladies and gentlemen...welcome!" his voice boomed across the pitch. "Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty second Quidditch World Cup! And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce...the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!" Cheers rose up through the crowds. A hundred woman glided onto the field. They were beautiful, but reminded me of an empousa. Music started and the veela began to dance. The men in the stadium started going crazy. Ron looked like he was about to jump off a mile high diving board. Harry was getting ready to jump out of the box and into the stadium. I turned to see Draco Malfoy with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, trying to stay in his seat.

The music finally stopped and I noticed that Bill, Charlie, Fred, and George were the only ones in our general area who were unaffected by the veela allure. I wonder why they weren't affected. "And now," cried Bagman, "kindly put your wands in the air...for the Irish National Team Mascots!" A giant green and gold comet soared into the stadium. It changed into a shamrock and started hurtling over everyone's heads. Gold started raining down on us. Ron quickly picked it up.

Bill chuckled and leaned down. "That's Leprechaun's gold," he whispered. "It'll disappear in a few hours." I giggled and Charlie chuckled, having heard what Bill said too.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen," came Bagman's voice, "kindly welcome-the bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you-Dimitrov! Ivanova! Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volcov! Aaaaaand-Krum!" The cheers became deafening as the famous quidditch player came out onto the field. Krum was apparently the best seeker in the world. Oh well, I still prefer football. "And now, please greet-the Irish National Quidditch Team! Presenting-Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaand-Lynch!" The Irish Team swooped out onto the fields. I cheered with Fred,George,Bill, and Charlie. We were the only ones in our group routing for the referee came out on the field and started the game. Lynch broke his nose twice. That had to hurt. Ireland ended up winning, but Krum caught the snitch. Go figure, I owe Fred and George 2 galleons.

"Vell, ve fought bravely," sighed the Bulgarian minister. I looked at him and just started laughing. he could speak English the whole time. Fudge was outraged.

"You can speak English! And you've been letting me mime everything all day!"

"Vell, it vos very funny." I laughed harder. The Irish came up into our box. Lynch, the seeker, was being supported by Moran and Connolly. The second crash seemed to have left him unfocused.

"Quietus," muttered Bagman. "They'll be talking about this one for years," he said hoarsely. I bet that spell really takes a toll on your voice. "A really unexpected twist, that...shame it couldn't have lasted longer."

We all were walking to our campsites. All of us were singing and laughing. Bill was carrying Ginny on his back and I was on Charlie's. I have absolutely no idea why. I laughed as I began to sing a song.

I've paid my dues

Time after time.

I've done my sentence

But committed no crime.

And bad mistakes ‒

I've made a few.

I've had my share of sand kicked in my face

But I've come through.

(And I need just go on and on, and on, and on)

We are the champions, my friends,

And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end.

We are the champions.

We are the champions.

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions of the world.

I've taken my bows

And my curtain calls

You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it

I thank you all

But it's been no bed of roses,

No pleasure cruise.

I consider it a challenge before the whole human race

And I ain't gonna lose.

(And I need just go on and on, and on, and on)

We are the champions, my friends,

And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end.

We are the champions.

We are the champions.

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions of the world.

We are the champions, my friends,

And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end.

We are the champions.

We are the champions.

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions

When we got back to the tent, Charlie and Bill put Ginny and me down and we went into the smaller tent with Hermione. The boys all went into the larger tent. I changed into a pair of grey yoga pants and a magenta cami. I climbed up onto the top bunk of the bunk beds Ginny and I were sharing. I quickly fell asleep.

After what only felt like only seconds later, I felt someone trying to shake me awake. I sat up quickly to see Bill's head. "C'mon, Nina, get up, this is urgent." I slid off the bed and reached for my cloths. "No time," said Bill as he threw an orange camp sweatshirt at me. I pulled it over my head and followed him and the two other girls out of the tent. There were tents on fire everywhere. A large group of masked people were shooting random curses. I jumped out of the way of one that looked like a purple flame. I wonder what that one did. Bill,Charlie, Percy, and Mr. Weasley left to go help the ministry. Fred and George led us into the woods. While we were running, Harry, Ron, and Hermione got separated from the rest of us. We kept running until I found a large tree. I pointed up it and started climbing. Everyone followed me up. We stayed there until we saw Charlie running underneath the tree shouting our names. I jumped down and everyone else carefully climbed down. He ragged us towards Mr. Weasley who led us back to where the portkeys were.

We took a tire back to the portkey destination after packing up the tents. Ron, Hermione, and Harry had told us all how they had seen a man conjuring the Dark Mark, Voldemort's symbol. When we got back to the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley pulled Fred and George into a tight hug. She had heard about the Dark Mark and was worried someone had been killed. The last thing she had said to them was that they didn't get enough O.W.L.s, a wizarding test you take in fifth year.

Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I went up to Ron and Harry's room. Harry told us how his scar had been hurting and how he had a dream about Voldemort murdering a muggle. He had written a letter to Sirius. "Harry, Sirius is really busy right now. Hes' helping our family with a really big problem at the moment. It might be awhile before he gets the chance to write back."

"What kind of problem?" asked Harry urgently.

"We're having some family issues that are none of your business!" I snapped at him. They so did not need to know about the second titanomachy.

"Are you saying you're related to Sirius?" Hermione demanded. I nodded and left the room. I saw no need to stay there so I went down to the living room to see what pranks Fred and George were planning.

The day before Hogwarts, they were all looking through the stuff Mrs. Weasley had bought them from Diagon Alley. Harry pulled out dress robes. "Why did she buy these?" he asked.

"Because," Hermione said, "it said to buy nice clothes for a ball on our letter. I have no idea why though." Neither did I,but Apollo had happily brought me to every store there was in Manhattan, looking for a nice dress and matching accessories. He had bought me a sea green dress that matched my eyes perfectly. It also looked good with the silver necklace Tyson made me two Christmas' ago.