Chapter 67: Lose Yourself

Harry bent his knees and landed smoothly as the Portkey dropped him, Sirius and the Grangers off in the middle of a forest.

"Potter party of five, 10 o'clock Portkey," a man in purple robes said once they arrived. "You have a tent reserved in field 5. Your booths are being setup as we speak on Field 1, close to the stadium."

"Thank you Mr…." Harry let his statement hang in the air.

"Lewis," the man said. "Carter Lewis. Department of Magical Games and Sports. Here is a map of the site with a place to find water, if you need it to cook."

Harry shook his hand and lead the group out of the forest toward the field where their tent was. The tent was already standing, looking like a single two-person tent.

"I think they made a mistake," Richard looked around for a bigger tent.

"No this is the one," Sirius said. "Look inside."

Harry cautiously pulled the flap back and step back in astonishment.

"Brilliant, isn't it?" Sirius said. Hermione stepped up next and stepped through into a room that was comparable to their house. "Just keep your bracelet on at all times. I don't know what would happen if it falls off, considering all the Muggle Repelling Charms on this place."

"Could you cast the sticking charm on it?" Hermione supplied. "To ensure it doesn't?"

"Excellent idea," Sirius pulled his wand and cast the charm. While the adults were getting settled in the tent, Harry and Hermione took a tour of the site. Harry spotted different groups from all different parts of the world. In the middle of the field was a yellow school bus that looked odd. On the side, it had the words "Miss Frizzle's Magical Academy."

"The ideal place for any youngster to learn about magic and the world as a whole," The curly-haired redhead announced as they walked by. "Enrollment for the Fall semester still open, while spots are available."

Next to the Magic School Bus, Harry saw a man in a wheelchair, holding pamphlets for Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Along the same row, Harry spotted an old man squatting over a fire with a turtle next to him. If he was drinking anything, Harry would have done a spit-take at the name.

"The Turtle Hermit School of Wizardry," Harry said aloud.

"You seem familiar with the name," the old man said in wheezy voice.

"There's an anime program from Japan who has uses that name," Harry said.

"Ah you have seen Dragon Ball," the man laughed. "I told a young man about magic once and, when I told him he could never do what I do, he got angry. He created that franchise based on my descriptions. Too bad none of it is real. I can't fly or create balls of energy from my hands. The only true thing is my name, Master Roshi, and the name of my school."

Harry wished he could show Roshi the Kamehameha he had developed. At Hermione's behest, they moved along again, stopping only to speak with a group of vampires named Viago, Vladislav and Deacon.

"Come back later and you'll find out what we do in the shadows," Viago said in his rough accent.

"We will be busy, unfortunately," Hermione said, gracefully pulling them away.

After grabbing water, Harry and Hermione started to trudge back toward camp. Along the way they came across Seamus Finnegan and his imposing-looking mother.

"Top o'the morning to ya!" Seamus greeted them. Harry set the water bucket down heavily onto the ground, sloshing a little water as he did. "This is me ma."

"Good to meet you Mrs. Finnegan," Harry said, extending his hand. Mrs. Finnegan shook his hand roughly, feeling like she dislocated his elbow with how heavy she shook it.

"Miss," the blonde woman said. "Haven' been Mrs. for a while. Sinead Finnegan, at your service. Ye'll be rootin' fer Ireland, yes?"

Harry felt uncomfortable in the icy blue eyes of Seamus' mum. While he was excited to see the Irish team, the other team featured Viktor Krum who- as expected- carried his team to the final.

"We are looking forward to a good match, Ms. Finnegan," Hermione supplied. "I expect it will be exciting."

"Remember that when ye watchin' the Irish win, you will?" Hermione shrank at the severe-looking woman.

"Yes ma'ma," Hermione said. Seamus gave them an apologetic look as they moved along. "She is just a fiery as Seamus' spells."

Even though they were never particularly close to Seamus, everyone knew his proclivity for unintentional pyrotechnics. When they arrived back at camp, they realized more tents had been set up around them. Richard was sitting outside, showing a red-haired balding man how to light a fire. Sirius was watching from the tent with an amused look.

"Harry!" Ginny's voice rang out as she ran up. "We were wondering when you'd get back."

"Looks like someone is having fun," Hermione pointed to Mr. Weasley lighting match after match.

"Oh yes," Ginny said. "That's his second box. Your dad finally took pity on him and showed him the proper way to light a fire. How's it going, Hermione?"

"Just fine. We just ran into Seamus back there and his mother."

"Are you alright? I've heard from mum that Ms. Finnegan can be a handful. At least that's what she's told me from the times Seamus has come to visit."

"She is… unique," Hermione was diplomatic in her reply.

"Well I'll keep the uniqueness over there," Ginny gestured the way Hermione and Harry had.

"Have you all arrived?" Hermione asked.

"Everyone except Percy, Bill and Charlie," Ginny said. "Mum is setting up our tent while dad is starting the fire. Fred, George and Ron are getting firewood."

"Harry!" Mr. Weasley finally noticed their arrival when he looked up from the fire. "How are you doing!"

"I am well, Mr. Weasley," Harry smiled back at the man. "Did you have an easy trip?"

"Once we got Ron up and running," he smirked.

"I told you, dad," Ginny scoffed. "All you have to do is tie a sausage to a stick and get him walking the right direction."

"I will have to try that next time," Mr. Weasley chuckled. Used to Ron's antics when waking, Harry chuckled along. As he caught up with Ginny, someone brushed roughly by him to the point he almost fell.

"Keep your balance, Potter!" Ron sneered as he walked by. Richard saw this and narrowed his eyes. It was only Helens hands that kept him from advancing.

"Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley screeched from the mouth of the tent. "How rude of you! You apologize right this second!"

"Sorry you were in my way, Potter," Ron sneered and walked away.

"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley brought Harry into an oppressive hug. "So nice to meet you again. We've heard such things from Fred, George and Ginny. It was so nice of you to invite the three of them over a couple weeks back. I know Ginny wouldn't stop talking about it for weeks."

"Mum!" Ginny's embarrassed cries cut through.

"Nice to meet you again, Mrs. Weasley," Harry had not forgotten their first meeting nor the woman's goals regarding him and her daughter. "This is my girlfriend Hermione and her parents Richard and Helen. Standing by the tent is also my godfather Sirius Black."

"So nice to meet you," Mrs. Weasley greeted them sweetly. "Ginny tells me you both work?"

"We are both dentists, yes," Helen said.

"Oh how… nice," Mrs. Weasley's smile faltered. "What was it like, raising Hermione and working?"

"She was a staple at our practice," Helen said. "Our patients loved her."

"Oh so you both worked while raising a child," Molly simpered. "How lovely."

"Long time no see, Molly," Sirius greeted. "How're you doing?"

"Hello, Sirius," Mrs. Weasley's tone was cold and harsh. Nothing else was said for a moment until Fred and George broke the silence.

"Harry! Hermione!" George was first to speak.

"Fancy meeting you here in this wood! Have you noticed our beloved caveman of a father has made fire?"

"Fire!" Arthur gestured toward the fire. "I have made… fire!"

"Jolly good, old chap," Fred slapped his dad on the back. "Next on his list: the wheel!"

At that moment, three more people apparated in with a crack. In the middle, Harry recognized Percy and surmised the ones flanking him were the elder Weasleys. One was gangly with a thin layer of hair that looked to be receding while the other had the long, deep red hair like his sister pulled back into a ponytail. He was a stockier build like the twins with a winning smile, dragonhide jacket and dragon tooth earing.

"Good morning all," Percy said primly. "Wonderful morning, isn't it?"

Ron just grumbled as Mr. Weasley threw some sausages on the fire.

Mr. Weasley introduced the two unknown figures.

"These are my oldest sons, Bill and Charlie. Bill is in from Egypt where he works for Gringotts and Charlie from Romania where he wrangles dragons."

"I don't wrangle them," Charlie, the thinner one, rolled his eyes. "I am one of the keepers at a Dragon Preserve in Romania. They're complex creatures and more intelligent than anyone gives them credit."

"Yeah," Ron grumbled. "They can intelligently decide if they want you medium rare or well done before they eat you."

"And Hippogriffs are just horses with wings," Charlie scoffed. "Don't disparage the animals because you can't understand them."

"Whatever," Ron returned to staring at the fire.

"I'm sure you'll get to know them better soon eno-" Charlie was cut off by his mother smacking him in the arm.

"That's supposed to be a secret, remember?" Mrs. Weasley scolded.

"Everything's in place," Charlie argued. "There's not much to spoil."

"Spoil what?" George leaned forward.

"See what you did?" Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her hips.

"Well," Charlie coughed. "I guess you'll find out soon enough."

"Good to meet you, Harry," Bill cut through the building tension to change topics. They all sat around the fire to continue talking while the food cooked. "All of you. Especially you Mr. and Mrs. Granger. The goblins talk about you all the time."

"They do?" Helen's eyes widened.

"Two muggles at the center of their most recent expansion?" Bill smiled. "Oh yes you have made a lot of goblins a lot of money. That's the easiest way to become a Friend of the Nation. They often speak of Harry and the brilliant First Generation Witch- that's an exact quote, by the way- and her family who have combined compassion with business sense."

Ron rolled his eyes, grabbed some food from the fire and moved away from the group.

"The goblins have been very good to us," Richard said. "And you can call me Richard. That's my wife, Helen."

"Wonderful to meet the legends," Bills smiled warmly. "Can't wait to see what your two investment opportunities do tonight."

"And how are you, Percy?" Hermione felt like Percy was being pushed to the side. "Did you get the position you were hoping for?"

"I did, yes," Percy said after receiving tea from his father. "I am working with the Department of Magical Cooperation. I just finished a report on standardizing a cauldron thickness. We've been seeing a few more leakages from the international imports. But I don't think they are take me- or the issue- seriously."

"Did you include all your data?" Hermione asked.

"Data?" Percy looked confused. "What is that?"

"Whenever a scientist is testing a hypothesis, they do a number of tests," Hermione slipped into lecture mode. "This includes any potential margin for error, what their results said and how that proves or disproves their hypothesis. When you can put it into numbers, it can help you to make your point. I'll assume you have reports on average thickness and there's some study regarding the potential dangers and how often cauldrons are failing?"

"Fascinating," Percy tapped his chin. "I know Mr. Crouch wanted this done by next week but I might have to delay a little bit to include the studies done with a recommendation that the ICW conduct more tests. Thank you, Hermione."

"Glad to help," Hermione smiled at the bespectacled boy. "Hope you can get them to listen."

"Did you say Crouch?" Sirius asked, darkly.

"Yes," Percy said. "My boss Bartimus Crouch. You know him?"

"Unfortunately," Sirius said. "He sent me to Azkaban without trial. Him and Bagnold. Gave everyone else a trial, including my dear cousin but me? Nope."

"It was a chaotic time," Mrs. Weasley said. "Everyone thought you were guilty."

"Everyone knew Bellatrix was guilty but she still got a trial," Sirius fired back. "Even Dolohov got a trial and you knew what he did."

"Don't remind me," the Weasley matriarch's face reddened. "It was my brothers he dismembered. You got away but them?"

"I wish I could have stayed; wish I could have saved them," Sirius looked like he was back in Azkaban with his hollow eyes, morose tone. "Or that it was me instead."

"That's all in the past," Mr. Weasley tried to play peacemaker. "We're just glad you were absolved of your crimes."

Hermione fidgeted uncomfortably, wishing for a distraction. She got one when she saw Parvati and Lavender approaching with Padma and their parents in tow. Rising rapidly, she sprinted to greet her friends. Harry excused himself, pulling Helen, Richard and Sirius in his wake.

"Mister Potter!" An older version of Lavender spoke in an airy tone as she extended her hand for Harry to kiss. "Samantha Brown. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Madame Brown," Harry bowed and kissed her hand as was told. "You look just as Lavender said you would."

"Such a charmer," Samantha said. "You've picked up a few tricks from Sirius, I see."

"You wound me, Sammy," Sirius retorted. "And how is Leon?"

"I'll let you know next time I see him," Samantha's blue eyes looked sad and hurt. "Last time I saw him was about 10 years ago."

"What an idiot," Sirius said. "There's simply no reason to leave two beautiful women."

"Down boy," Hermione swatted Sirius playfully.

"All those years and you're still as I remember you being in school," Samantha gleefully said. "Mr. Potter, I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't ask you for an interview. Witch Weekly has been coveting an interview with the Boy Who Lived. Considering the impact you are prepared to have tonight, it would be an honor to interview you."

"I am sure we can arrange that," Harry shrugged off his moniker and smiled. He knew that tonight would see an increased amount of attention. "How about tomorrow morning? I'll still have to stay close to the booth but I would be happy to sit down for an interview."

"Sounds wonderful," Samantha said. "We'll find a secluded spot and do it tomorrow morning, then."

"If you don't mind," Harry said. "I'd rather do it in the open air with the Weasley twins, Parvati and Lavender around as well, since they would undoubtedly be mentioned in the interview."

Harry remembered Augusta's advice at his birthday party about conducting interviews in public with other corroborating witnesses, at least until you trusted the writer.

"Sounds great," Samantha beamed like her daughter. "And you must be Hermione. Lavender has told me so much about you."

"She has been a good friend," Hermione smiled at a blushing Lavender. "She and Parvati both have been great friends to a girl who didn't have any before Hogwarts."

"You're just as good for her. You get her head out of the clouds and back into reality. I never expected my daughter to be so entrepreneurial."

"She's been exceptionally driven in the time that I have known her," Hermione said. "She was one of the first people to push for the Potions Club."

"Lavender has wanted to do this since she was eight," Parvati said offhandedly. "She was just nervous you would not accept it."

Samantha startled at this piece of information, gazing at her daughter who nodded in silent confirmation. For too long, Samantha had let her work dominate her life to help cover up the pain at her husband leaving. Having a cold bucket of water dumped on her was a new experience. While she turned her thoughts inward, Harry turned to meet the Patils.

"Chandra Patil," the short, stocky woman pressed her palms together and inclined her head toward Harry. "Namaste, Heir Potter. My husband Suresh."

"Namaste, Mister Potter," Parvati's father, bald man with an impressive mustache, gave the same greeting. Harry had no idea how to respond. Would it be the right thing to return their greeting or would that be culturally insensitive?

"You can just wave and say hi, Harry," Padma took pity on the boy and solved his dilemma.

"Hi," Harry waved as the four girls around him giggled at his predicament.

"Thank you for the tickets," Suresh said. "I'll be excited to see the game, though sadly India and England were both eliminated early."

"And I am interested to see what these two do," Chandra said. "They have been working all summer, even insisting we cut our usual sojourn to Mumbai short."

"It'll all be worth it," Parvati said. "After tonight, you will see."

"Building intrigue," Chandra beamed. "You certainly know how to put on a show."

"The best is yet to come," Lavender winked suggestively. "I guarantee it."

That night, Harry was picking at the cuticle of his index finger, trying to control his nerves as the demonstrations were about to begin.

"Don't worry," Hermione brought him into a hug and rubbed his arm. "They're going to be brilliant."

At the word brilliant the sky lit with two fireworks in purple and gold, forming the faces of George and Fred in the sky. On cue, "Shoot to Thrill" by AC/DC came on, courtesy of the new magic-proof record player, and lights came up on the stage that Sirius helped setup behind the booths. Fred and George flew over the crowd on their brooms crossed in air only to dismount onto the stage next to one another in matching purple outfits with gold trim that looked like something PT Barnum would wear while hosting the circus.

"Good evening witches and wizards from around the world," Fred's amplified voice carried through the fields. "Congratulations because your days of being bored are now over. Introducing, the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes! The newest and soon-to-be foremost name in pranking. Introducing my younger, less attractive brother, George!"

"Thank you, Fred! Ten minutes older and he thinks he's the best thing since the levitation charm. First let me introduce you to our line of Fireworks. The longest-lasting, most magical firework you will ever find. Able to be configured to take any shape you wish, they are spell-resistant to the point where they will multiply when hit with a spell. They are also waterproof, designed to last for hours. We have the indoor-safe options as well… or just light one of our outdoor ones off inside if you wish to truly cause mayhem."

"We don't take responsibility for anything burned or broken should you do this," Fred added. "Next we have our Skiving Snackbox, designed for whenever your classes or jobs become just too much to bear. All measure of sweets designed to mimic the symptoms of all different ailments.

"And of course we have our list of transformational creams. A custard cream will turn someone into a canary; a raspberry one will turn them into Koalas; the blackberry will turn someone into a beetle and a chocolate one will turn you into a snake for a brief time. Hide one in your target's food and watch them transform right before your eyes"

"Remind me to check my food from now on," Harry leaned into a giggling Hermione who aggressively nodded along.

"That's not all," Fred paced the stage and summoned a top hat to him. "Looks like an ordinary hat, no? Watch and see."

Fred put on the hat and held his hands out.

"Now dearest George. Hit me with your best shot!"

George drew his wand and cast a tickling hex at his brother. The wand disappeared in a cloud of smoke. In its place was a rubber chicken.

"Oh my bad!" George reacted in mock surprise. "Fake wands! Not advised for dueling."

George pulled his wand from his pocket and cast the spell for real. The spell was intercepted by a shield from the brim of the hat and deflected back at the caster.

"Shield hats! Ready to cover your ass- or in this case, face- should anyone try to curse it. Warning: it has a limited area of effectiveness and is only useful against a stunner and below. Anything above, I suggest you duck."

"Orders can made by Owl Order addressed to Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. Have fun and don't do anything we wouldn't."

"Which leaves a lot of open territory, mind you," George drew black powder from his jacket and threw it up, making the entire stage go dark. When the dust cleared, the duo was gone.

"How'd we do?" Harry startled when Fred spoke over his shoulder.

"You were fabulous!" Hermione complimented. "Your products all look wonderful."

"Couldn't say it any better," Harry said.

"How did you get the shield hats to work?" Hermione pleaded them to share the secret.

"Ah ah ah," Fred waggled his finger at her. "Trade secrets, I'm afraid."

"Well done boys," Mrs. Weasley cheered on her sons while Mr. Weasley was amazed by the fake wands. He yelped in joy whenever it transformed from a wand that he kept turning it back to a wand to see the trick happen again and again.

"Excellent work, you two," he beamed at his sons.

"Oh look, Lavender and Parvati are starting," Harry pointed out. He also noticed Padma putting a record on turntable. When she dropped the needle, Pat Benetar's "Shadows of the Night" played.

Lavender took the stage in a set of lilac dress robes that shimmered in the lights while Parvati took the stage in gold dress robes. Both were off the shoulder dresses with a tight bodice and flowing skirt, with matching white high heels.

"Good evening everyone," Lavender's smile radiated as she addressed the crowd. "Introducing the newest name on the cosmetics scene: Lavender Petal. Offering the best products to bring out the inner beauty of every witch and wizard. I am Lavender Brown and this is my partner Parvati Patil."

"Thank you, Lavender," Parvati waved to the crowd. "It is my pleasure to introduce our products with you."

"She looks so beautiful," Harry heard Chandra say. Looking over, he saw tears of pride in her eyes as she hugged her husband close. "They both do."

"That's my baby," Samantha wiped a tear from her eye. As she watched her daughter pace the stage, working the crowd, she pointed emphatically to shout. "That's my daughter!"

Harry beamed at the reaction of the parents watching their daughters shine. Parvati showed off their hair products with pictures of different hair types blown up on the backdrop of the stage. Harry wondered how they got the pictures to show like that but he guessed Padma might have had something to do with it. They started with examples of the two of them. After that, the picture changed to someone Harry was not expecting.

"Here we have a young woman," Lavender pulled up a picture that Harry realized was Millicent Bulstrode. "Before she had stringy hair that hung limply. With our products, look at the volume she now has with her hair."

Harry admitted to be impressed. The picture changed to Millie with more body to her hair that fit her face shape much better.

"Next we have another young woman with the bushiest hair," Parvati winked at Hermione as her picture came up. "With our products, see her now."

Hermione's hair went from bushy and frizzy to falling in soft waves around her heart-shaped face. The crowd cooed at the transformation.

"These are just a few examples of what our products can do," Lavender was in her element, working her way across the stage, attracting every eye, making eye contact with every person. "We also have a perfume for ladies and cologne for men that will bring out the wear's natural scent."

"We also have a lotion to make skin shinier and more lustrous while curing any issues with acne," Parvati turned her chin to the side to show off her clear skin.

"Add to that our everlasting lipstick," Lavender took over. "It will last until you apply the removing charm on the bottom of the casing. After that, the lipstick will easily wipe away."

Lavender and Parvati worked off each other, trading on and off in a well-choreographed dance. Harry took his eyes off the stage to see the crowd had grown with many eyes looking longingly as they demonstrated each and every product. It was more perfect than he could have even imagined, as if he could see their dreams materializing in real-time. Hermione followed his eyes and beamed herself, watching two of her closest friends in their element. She stood on tiptoes to kiss Harry on the cheek.

"What was that for?" Harry looked down at her.

"For being you," Hermione said, widening her arms. "This is all because of you. You're the catalyst to dreams being realized."

"And I wouldn't be here without you," Harry kissed her. "That first Christmas we visited the goblins and started building the relationships that eventually have lead us here. I love you."

"Love you too," Hermione leaned back into him as the duo finished their presentation.

"We have our products available to test at our booth all day tomorrow until an hour before the match," Lavender said. "Just don't push and please be patient. We have plenty for everyone."

The two girls walked off the stage as Padma extinguished the lights. She ran up to her sister and embraced her.

"You were perfect, Parvati," Padma said. "Both of you had the crowd eating out of the palm of your hands. I am so proud of you, sister."

"Thank you, sister," Parvati tightened her arms around Padma, tightly hugging her. "Thank you for your help to show the pictures. We could not have done it without you."

"I am impressed Miss Patil," a familiar voice called their attention. Standing just off the stage was Professor Babbling. "Your runic structure to broadcast wizarding photos is outstanding. Remind me to give your house points when we return.

"And the record player," Babbling turned to Harry. "I assume Mr. Thomas was able to finish it, then?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry beamed.

"You can leave the ma'am stuff at school," the brunette smiled back. "Call me Sheda. But only where other students cannot hear, you hear?"

"Sure Sheda," Harry said as Hermione was talking with Lavender.

"You guys were perfect," Hermione said. "Be prepared for tomorrow. I think I saw every witch in the audience wanting to try your products. I hope you have help."

"I guess we'll need it. Would you be willing to help?" Lavender said. "You have enough knowledge. Padma? Would you be willing to help as well?"

"Help?" Padma was surprised and pleased at the same time. "Sure I would love to."

"We'll help as well," Parvati turned, surprised to see Daphne, Susan, Astoria and Tracey standing there. "You're going to need it."

"Thank you!" Lavender was aplomb with joy. "Thank you so much, all of you! Everyone who helps, we'll be setting up with our products."

"Of course," Susan joked. "We don't work for free, you know?"

"I'd help as well," Ginny said. "But Fred and George already said they'd pay me to help with their booth."

"And anything you guys need," Harry rounded everything out. "Let me know."

"Dobby would also be pleased to offer any assistance you need," Dobby popped in and bowed.

"Good lord, kid," Richard slapped him on the back. "That was quite the spectacle. Hermione was right: things are never boring with you."

"I'm beginning to think you're actually more like Charlus than anyone," Sirius said. "Man knew how to form alliances."

"And was intimidating to boot," Mattias wrung Harry's hand. "His investments are the reason Diagon Alley exists and his dueling acumen was renown. Only Dumbledore would give him trouble, if I remember correctly.

"You have built something special here, Mr. Potter," Mattias said. "Two business and an alliance with members of every house, all working toward a single goal. Even if that goal is simply running a booth at a World Cup, that is impressive."

"I am lucky," Harry said. "I've had a lot of good advice from some very special people."

"Well I for one am glad," Eleanor hugged him tightly. "You've changed my daughter's fate. Both of them. I haven't felt this good since the day the last war ended, tragic as that ending was for you, I'm sure."

"Come, come," Suresh guided them back to camp. "This night deserves a toast!"

Suresh pulled out his finest wine and, with the guardians' permission, passed out a glass to everyone.

"Here's to the Weasley twins," Chandra raised her glass. "Giving the professors at Hogwarts trouble long after they graduate."

"Here, here!" Arthur clinked glasses with a slightly mollified Molly.

"And to Lavender and Parvati," Samantha raised her glass. "Who are at the forefront of the next generation of beauty products for the wizarding world!"

"My daughter: the next cosmetics giant!" Suresh cheered.

"And to Harry Potter," Lavender raised her glass. Harry's cheeks heated up as every head turned toward him. "The investor who helped us get here!"

"To Harry!" Sirius led the cheer and drank deeply, chorused heartily by the Weasley Twins.

"Thank you, oh great benefactor!" They both said.

Harry had enough sips that he was starting to appreciate the fruity flavor of the wine.

"And to the goblins," Harry brought everyone up short. "Who have been fixtures in the background, financing this venture."

"To the goblins," Richard led the cheer this time.

"To the goblins!" Everyone cheered.

As the group celebrated, two figures stood at the edge of the wood on the opposite side of the erected stadium.

"Good day, Nott," Lucius kept his hood firmly in place.

"Nice to see you again, Lucius," Nott never turned his head, he looked straight ahead. "Terrible to see you brought down by a half blood. We will have to make an example of him."

"In due time," Lucius said. "He will meet his end but not until he's served his final purpose. Is everything ready?"

"Oh yes," Nott smiled. "I've rounded up the whole crew; at least the ones who are still free. Tomorrow night, they will remember why were feared. They will be reminded of who we are and what we can do."

"Make it big," Lucius said. "Make them never forget."

(A/N: This was a fun chapter to write. From the different references to the Magic School Bus, X-Men, Dragonball and What We Do In the Shadows to the presentations. Having Mrs. Weasley come to the match but with Harry and Hermione already having tickets, that leaves an extra ticket for her. I also find it hard to type anything but Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I can type any other adult's name and have them referred to by their first name but not them. Just an odd happenstance I have noticed.

Considered "Dream On" by Aerosmith and "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) for title until I was editing it and Lose Yourself came on. The lyrics fit so perfect

"You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo"

It was too perfect to not use.

I am also going back through to edit the earlier chapters. Some for grammatical errors but also because my style has evolved as this has gone along and I'm matching style.

Last, I've created a playlist on Spotify of each song chapter title. Title for the playlist is the same title as the fiction. I will post a link when I know it'll direct you properly.)