Author's Note: I am trying to update as soon as possible for my most reviewed story, and the fact that it was hard for me to even add a chapter because of updates frustrated me.
Oh and I update this chapter early for a special reviewer: VintageRose503 . HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Hope you like the chapter.
~Of Silver and Gold~
Chapter 21: The World Cup and Reunions
Harry was sleeping peacefully, but the moment that he felt that he was truly relaxed was the moment that he was being shaken. He opened his eyes confused and groggily only to face a blurry image with red hair. He blinked a few times and reached for his glasses only to see Mrs. Weasley staring down at him.
"Come Harry, we've got to get ready" she said cheerily.
As he got up exhausted, he was left alone to dress. He immediately slipped one of the leftover clothing of good ol' Dudders and a pair of loose jeans. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and as he walked down the hallway, he heard Fred.
"'S' time already?" said Fred groggily.
Harry let out a yawn and walked down the stairs, Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove, while Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a sheaf of large parchment tickets. Harry gladly took the breakfast as did everyone. It was funny to him how no one talked because they were so exhausted.
"Time to go dearies" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Where's Percy?" Fred asked.
"He's apparating, but no matter, come on now, no dilly dallying" Mr. Weasley said.
They all got up and began to take the morning hike. He knew about the long road ahead and he yawned sleepily. As he walked her head someone rushing beside him and he turned to come face to face with Ginny who was flushed.
"Morning?" He asked confused.
"Morning H-harry" she said shyly. "Nice morning right?"
He nodded confused and continued to walk. He wondered why Ginny was still uncomfortable around him, but it seemed that she still had the incessant crush on him, which made him feel flattered, but uncomfortable.
He heard her take a deep breath and then heard her starting once more.
"Are you excited?" she asked
"I suppose so Ginny, I mean it is the-"
"How can you ask him such a stupid question?" Ron interrupted their conversation. "It's the best thing that can happen in the world, and it only happens once a year!"
Ron went on to rant onward about the Quidditch. Harry smiled amused hearing him talk, while Ginny was red faced and angry thinking of how Ron ruined it all.
Malfoy Manor….
Angel was sleeping soundly as Coeur lied beside her , curled up in her own feline manner. They were oblivious as the door crept open and a pair of silver eyes watched into the room. He sighed seeing her sleeping and walked over.
He met face to face with Coeur, who hissed at him, and he had no choice but hiss back at the cat. Honestly he didn't understand why her familiar disliked him; after all he was her brother. Coeur hissed in annoyance at being woken up, foreshadowing what would be Angel's reaction he surmised and she jumped off.
"Bloody cat" he muttered.
All he got was a meow in returned and walked over to shake his sister awake. As he did so, he heard her groan and was still sleeping. He tugged all her blankets and saw her curl up, he glared at her and he shook her once more.
"Get up Angel" he shook her once more in annoyance. "The Quidditch Cup- "
That was all it took before her eyes fluttered open and he came face to face with a pair of tired chocolate colored eyes.
"I'm up I'm up" she mumbled.
He pushed her and she made a noise of amusement.
"You nit, you've got half an hour" he said and closed the door behind him.
Immediately after he left, she got up and immediately went towards the shower. She washed herself as quickly as possible, but she could not help but stray her eyes towards her shoulder. Her scar had healed slowly and all that was left were the pink marks, which made her sigh in relief. She wrapped herself around in a towel walked towards her dressing took out a red sundress, and slipped it on, slipped her black shoes were slipped on and matching sash around her waist to show her support for the Bulgarian team.
As she finished with her clothing, she began to work on her hair. She magically dried her hair and straightened it showing some refinement for the event. She noticed her bang was no longer ending at her forehead but in reality it was covering her eye. She smirked and slipped it to the right side showing a new look for herself making her feel vain. As she finished her hair, she tied a red ribbon to finish off her look. Lastly the cloak was added to cover her and she rushed downstairs.
As she reached the bottom of the stairwell was the rest of her family calmly waiting for her. Before she could say anything, Lucius interrupted.
"You're late" he said.
Angel looked away frowning immediately at the coldness he was radiating through his comments at her.
"Oh Lucius, we've barely been waiting" Narcissa scolded.
She walked over and placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"Let's go darling" Narcissa cooed and tugged her little girl along.
Angel felt slightly guilty at the thought of doing that to her mother, but she felt that she was protecting her, and at the same time protecting Sirius. They began to walk towards the gardens and it was filled with silence. Narcissa had rejoined Lucius and had wrapped her arms around his leaning against him as if they were lovers. Angel and Draco walked but a few feet behind them.
"Aren't you excited!" Draco said clear glee evident from his expression.
"Of course" she replied amused. " Just not as giddy about Quidditch as you are"
Draco rolled his eyes.
"What kind of sister of mine doesn't obsess over Quidditch. I mean you always cheer the loudest during our Quidditch games" he said curiously.
She nodded.
"I do, but that's when it's you and Blaise who are playing" she said. "Not the game, but you playing it is what I care about"
Draco nodded and he remembered about Blaise.
"Hey, you know…what do you think of Blaise?" he asked.
She blinked thinking that the question was out of the blue but shrugged.
"He's a good friend to you, to us. What about it? Thinking of ending your friendship with him?" she asked in return.
"Merlin no, just curious" he said shrugging.
As Angel walked ahead shaking her head at his random questions he frowned. He was a horrible wing man, and he couldn't insinuate more to his sister she was too innocent.
"Hurry children or else we'll be late" Lucius said.
"We can't keep the Minister waiting dears" Narcissa said.
They nodded and Lucius took out a necklace. They all knew it was a portkey and they touched it lightly. Angel held back a moan of protest as she felt that horrid tug at her stomach. As they landed outside the stadium, they began to walk inside.
She smiled, seeing thousands of people all around. They could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around them, shouts and laughter, snatches of singing. The atmosphere of feverish excitement was highly infectious for she couldn't stop smiling. She was frightened as someone grabbed her hand, and she noticed she was tugged by Draco who shook his head. She knew that he was excited too but he just didn't show it.
"Come on" he said tugging her.
She laughed and began to climb the stairs towards the Minister's box. The stairs were full of purple carpet; more and more people went to other locations in the lower levels. As the continued to climb upwards, less and less people could even reach the Minister's box.
Her breathing was getting a little heavier, especially after so many stairs, but she saw the last level and smiled in relief. There in the small box were twenty dark purple chairs all around. It seemed they were fashionably late compared to the others, yet the game hadn't started.
Lucius cleared his throat and she immediately stood up straight and grabbed Draco's arm both acting as polite as possible as they walked towards the Minister.
"Good job too, these Bulgarian blighters have been trying to cadge all the best places ... ah, and here's Lucius!" they heard the Minister say.
They smiled politely but then it was forced as they saw the Weasley family there. Angel's eyes immediately landed on the raven haired male over with emerald eyes and their gaze met. He was surprised as was she.
Harry was shocked, not just because she was there, but because of her attire. Her hair was straight, something he thought looked lovely on her, but not as great as her natural hair. That was one thing, but in reality it was her clothing. Red. She was wearing red, if only she had a gold sash she would have been all in Gryffindor attire. The red complimented her pale skin, but her gaze had hardened as she had looked away from him.
He followed Angel's gaze to meet Ginny's. He wondered just why they disliked each other, but he wouldn't get into it.
Ginny was fuming. Harry, her Harry was staring at Malfoy. She hated her. Ginny couldn't help but hate the Slytherin because of her attire, her privileges and how much of a monetary advantage she had.
"Good lord, Arthur," Lucius said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"
Draco smirked at the snideness of his father's comment, while Angel didn't meet his gaze, too busy to act casual.
Fudge, who wasn't listening, said, "Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."
"How - how nice," said Mr. Weasley, with a very strained smile.
Lucius nodded politely knowing that he was forced to act cordial. He forced himself not to sneer seeing the sea of red around them, all those over breeding Malfoy. Worst of all, he saw that damned Mudblood there. No matter how he sided with the light long ago, he could never get out of those mentalities such as Mudbloods.
Meanwhile Draco shot Harry, Ron, and Hermione one contemptuous look, then settled himself between his mother and father. Angel meanwhile sidestepped the whole glaring contest, she had nothing against Weasley family per say…..well she did, but she wanted to avoid arguments and losing her dignity.
"Slimy gits" she heard Ron say.
She immediately turned to face him. It was obvious he hadn't noticed that she was so close to them.
"You don't hear us complaining over your sea of red are we Weasley?" she replied.
The trio turned around, and were surprised at how quiet she truly was when she moved. Her glare matched one of a true Malfoy and she was clearly insulted.
"Ladies and gentlemen . . . welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty- second Quidditch World Cup!" Fudge called out using the Sonorus.
They heard people cheering loudly and she clapped in enjoyment politely. She ignored the fact that Harry had stood beside her, coincidently that was becoming the seating order. She sighed seeing that she was experiencing her first real Quidditch event.
"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce . . . the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"
Angel raised her brow and smirked.
"Veelas" she whispered.
Mr. Weasley immediately took off his glasses so he could not see. Lucius was immune to the scene because of the Veela traits his family had inherited as did Draco, who was still fascinated by a Veela.
But a hundred Veela were now gliding out onto the field, and Harry's question was answered for him. Veela were women . . . the most beautiful women Harry had ever seen, and then the music started. His cheeks began to flush, and his breathing was getting heavier.
His mind was in space, he smelled nothing but sweet berries and sweets that he could only imagine they smelled like. As they danced faster he was trying hard to jump down and reach them. He gripped the ramp trying to jump over but something held him back.
He turned to see something that brought him slightly out of his daze. There beside him, the person holding him back was Malfoy herself. She was grabbing his wrists preventing him from jumping over.
"Don't be an idiot Potter" she hissed.
He stopped for a second, his mind not really working for him, still hazed from the gorgeous women. He felt himself being tugged towards the women once more and he struggled against her. Ron wasn't any better as he too tried to climb over the balcony.
Frustration rose within her; why did she care if he did something stupid? She was not his keeper and if her brother had paid attention he would have been furious at her. Letting go of his hand, she muttered something along the lines of:
"Suit yourself"
Suddenly the whole stage was filled with angry yells as the Veelas finished their dance and began to walk out of the stage. Harry looked down and wondered why was it that he had the shamrock on supporting the Irish team. He blinked a few times trying to get some sense back in him.
"You fool" Angel whispered shaking her head.
Harry turned to see her and shook his head.
"You weren't affected?" he asked.
"Course not, I'm not a man" she said rolling her eyes. "Veelas only attract males."
"Supporting the Bulgarian Team are we?" a pair of voices said.
Angel jumped to see a pair of tall twins staring down at her wearing all great.
"Of course" she replied.
"Can't wait till they plummet" George said.
"Yeah they ain't nothing but arrogant fops" Fred added.
"Maybe you both should say that after you wipe the drool off your face from the Bulgarian mascot" she replied wittily.
Before she could get another response, she walked over and sat down, Draco on her left, and soon Harry joined her on her right. The Irish team appeared and they began to show their mascots. The leprechauns created a huge shamrock and they began to throw golden coins. The people were running like maniacs collecting money. Angel wrinkled her nose as people were so greedy collecting all of it. She noticed that it was only her family and the minister who were sitting down as others collected.
"Animals" she heard her father murmur.
She frowned slightly hearing it, especially considering that it meant that towards Potter. That surprised her, her demeanor changing over the comment made towards Potter. She began to wonder whether or not fascination was the root of her reaction. She never thought that she would be infatuated with a half-blood, let out alone Potter. She shivered at the ludicrous idea.
"Quidditch Team! I give you - Dimitrov!" A scarlet-clad figure on a broomstick, moving so fast it was blurred, shot out onto the field from an entrance far below, to wild applause from the Bulgarian supporters.
"Ivanova!"
A second scarlet-robed player zoomed out.
"Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaaaaand - Krum!"
"That's him, that's him!" yelled Ron, following Krum with his Omnioculars. Harry quickly focused his own.
Hearing Krum's name, Angel immediately got up with Draco and they began to clap excitedly. They were fans of Krum, and if she was honest with herself, he wasn't hard on the Krum was sturdy, dark, and sallow-skinned, with a large eyes and thick black eyebrows. He looked like an overgrown bird of prey. It was hard to believe he was only eighteen.
Harry noticed that she was blushing slightly as she saw the seeker of the Bulgarian team. He raised his brow wondering just why she would react to a boy like that. He didn't really like it, he just wished he would understand why.
"And now, please greet - the Irish National Quidditch Team!" yelled Bagman.
Immediately after that was announced, all the Malfoy family sat down. They didn't care for the Irish team.
"Presenting - Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaand - Lynch!"
Seven green blurs swept onto the field and the game was beginning. She watched the game and could not help but be amazed by Viktor Krum. He was the best seeker she had seen, and that was why Draco was studying his moves for the next year.
She ignored the fact that Harry was right beside her. They thought they were being perfectly civil to one another, but she felt a tugging in her stomach. He knew her true identity and having that secret shared with another might have made it easier, but at the same time it made her be exposed.
She discreetly turned her vision to see Potter and raised her brow seeing him so into the game. She couldn't help but smirk seeing that his glasses were being pressed up against his nose giving him a pinkness appearing on his nose. He was so passionate that it seemed…charming.
She blushed slightly as Draco leaned over and whispered.
"Stop staring at Potter, you're making us look bad"
She turned to glare at him insulted and cheeks pink. She thought that maybe, now that she was thirteen she noticed that her attention was beginning to be distracted by boys more and more often. She remember how Pansy was making fun of her because she was telling her she was easily distracted causing her confusion, then it began to make sense once it was explained.
She began to notice Potter's dark raven hair. It was so messy, yet she believed that it added to his charm. His pale skin was complemented by the dark hair and his green eyes would simply pop. She loved those eyes, which made her uncomfortable. She shook her head and continued to watch the game.
Angel jumped up her seat, finally being shaken from her stupor to see Viktor Krum chasing after the snitch. He was so swift that it took her breath away seeing such a level of speed and power. As he caught the snitch she cheered in glee, but sadly it was too late, Bulgaria had lost by ten points.
As the Veelas began to fight with the leprechauns, she turned away knowing it was time to go. She lifted her gaze to meet Harry's questioning eyes and she was surprised at their lack of space. She snapped her head back in surprise especially as his hand nearly grazed her own.
"You look nice in red" he whispered cheeks turning red at his admission.
"Thank you. You look awful in orange." was her reply.
She tugged his shamrock amused, but then turned to see her family already leaving.
"So long Potter" she said.
She rushed off to follow her family looking back at Harry who was now cheering alongside the Weasleys. She walked down the stairs calmly and she noticed that they had left about the best time. After they were ready to get into their high class rooms, for tents weren't fit for a Malfoy. She entered her personal tent and she laid in the lush bed. Everything was powdery blue and silver showing colors that she could deal with. She immediately closed her eyes in exhaustion.
With Harry…
As he lay in the bed he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if he had the speed and popularity that Viktor Krum had. He could imagine himself on his Firebolt playing for the national Quidditch team and hearing all the screams of joy.
"I give you…..Potter!" he could hear the announcer scream.
He smiled at his imagination and he let himself continue the fantasy. He could see himself flying freely into the large stadium and he could see one person cheering him on. There was the fickle witch who was no longer cheering for Viktor Krum, but just for him. Just like when they first saw one another in the train his first year, he imagined her cheering him on and wearing his colors.
Harry never really knew whether or not the fantasy had turned into a dream, or if he was deep into the fantasy. What he did know was that he was quickly slipped out of dreams when he heard Mr. Weasley shouting.
"Get up! Ron - Harry - come on now, get up, this is urgent!"
"S'matter?" he mumbled.
Suddenly he knew something wasn't normal. Outside of the tent the noises had changed. The noise was no longer full of singing and cheering from the Irish fans, instead there were surrounded in screams. What he did understand was that he needed to get out of there and quick.