IN WHICH They Watch The Quidditch World Cup

AUBERY was leaning over a pile of wood, trying to light up a fire, but to no avail. Broken matches laid scattered all around, and Aubery still had no damn idea how to light it. Finally, she got a little flame before something ran straight at her.

"AUBERYYYYYYY!!!!" Hermione yells as Aubery dropped the lit match straight into the fire.

"HERMIONEEEEEE!!!!" Aubery intercepted the hug, tumbling into the grass. 

"How are you?" Hermione asks as the fire came to life, crackling slightly.

"Great!" Aubery grins. "Hey, Harry!"

"Hello, Aubs." Harry smiles, as Remus came out of the tent.

"Aubery, please get away from that fire." Remus sighs.

"Professor Lupin?!?" Fred, George, and Ginny gasps.

"Oh, hello!" Remus warmly smiles.

"Ah! Remus!" Arthur Weasley smiles. "Boys, and girls, this is Remus Lupin, otherwise known as Professor Lupin, less known as Aubery's father, and Rosie Evan's husband." 

"Are you a werewolf?" Was the first thing Fred asks.

"No. I do have canines though!" Aubery answers.

"Nice!" Ginny smiles.

"Hermione, Ginny. You'll be sleeping in that tent-" Remus points to another tent, between the Weasley's patch of land, and Remus and Rosie's tent. "The boys will sleep in there, along with Arthur, I and Rosie will sleep in there." 

"Great!" Arthur claps his hands together. "The others will be arriving later, so, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Aubery, why don't you 4 get some water?" 

"Sure." They nod, and set off, animatedly talking. 

They passed many families just waking up, and others striking matches and trying to make fires, and more just lightning them with their wands. Suddenly, they wandered through another pile of tents, as the water pipe was farther in the campsite.

"Er, is it just me, or has everything gone green?" Ron questions.

"Nope." Aubery shook her head. Fields of green shamrocks, leafy overgrowth, had littered the areas, and faces kept on popping out of the green.

"Aubery! Harry! Ron! Hermione!" Came a voice behind them. Sandy-haired, tall, Seamus Finnigan had waved them over, fellow Gryffindor Dean Thomas behind him, and another sandy-haired woman, who had to be his mother. They were all sitting in the front of their own shamrock tent. They doubled back, walking over to the fellow Gryffindors.

"You like the decorations? The Ministry's not happy."  Seamus grins.

"Oh, why shouldn't we show our colors? Wait until you see what the Bulgarians have dangling on their tents. You'll be supporting Ireland, won't you?" Mrs. Finnigan eyes them beadily, and they assured her quickly, that they'd be supporting Ireland.

"See you at school!" Seamus waves.

They continued on, and sure enough, the Bulgarians had posters of their Seeker, Victor Krum dangling over their tents.

"Oh my lord." Aubery sighs.

"As if we'd say otherwise surrounded by that lot," Ron mutters.

"Ron! Be nice." Aubery chides. 

"Yeah, yeah. We know the only reason you like Ireland is because of Seamus." Ron retorts.

"T-t-that's not true! They're really good players also!" Aubery stutters. 

"Uh-huh." Ron rolls his eyes. 

They got their water in silence, before walking back to their tents. Soon, Bill, Charlie, and Percy- the last of the Weasley siblings came out. They had breakfast, and then soon it was time to go to the stadium. Bright green and red lanterns lit up the road, and they set off.

They walk up to the stadium. 

"Blimey Dad, how far up ARE we?" Ron asks. 

Lucius Malfoy and Draco are walking below them. "Well, put it this way, if it rains... you'll be the first to know."

"Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." Draco boasts. 

"Don't boast Draco. There's no need with these people. Do enjoy yourself won't you. While you can." Lucius drawls then leaves. 

The ceremonies begin. Balloons fly and fireworks go off.

"Come on up, take your seats. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for." Arthur answers. 

"Definitely!" Aubery smiles. 

"Come on!" George cheers. 

"It's the Irish!" Fred gasps. 

8 green and white figures fly through the air on their brooms leaving a colored trail behind them. A glittering leprechaun appears in the sky and starts dancing. Everyone is excited.

"Here come the Bulgarians!" Fred says.

8 red figures this time, one of them performs a stunt on his broom. One of them appears on the large screen. The crowd begins to chant 'Krum, Krum, Krum'.

"Krum!!!" Ron cheers. 

"Yes!" George yells, as Viktor Krum waves to the crowd.

"Good evening! It gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!" 

The Irish had won, and they started messing around in the tent, Ron going off on a tangent about Krum. "There's no one like Krum. He's like a bird the way he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete, he's an artist."

The twins are bumbling about in a comical way muttering 'KRUMMMM'.
"Think you're in love Ron?" Ginny asks, smirking. 

"Shut up Ginny," Ron mutters. 

George and Fred start singing. "Viktor I love you! Viktor I do!"

Harry and Aubery join in. "When we're apart my heart beats only for youuu!"

"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." George comments, amidst the screams outside. 

"Stop! Stop it. It's not the Irish. We've gotta get out of here. Now." Arthur rushes in, as the adults grabbed their wands, and ran outside. "Get into the forest, and stick together. Fred, George... Ginny is your responsibility." The adults ran to the 

Some figures in pointed hoods carrying flaming torches are walking across the campsite chanting ominous noises. The crowd is panicked and rushing all over the area, as Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Aubery ran promptly into the forest.

"Argh, I don't believe it!" Harry groans.

"What?" Aubery questions.

"I lost my wand!" Harry says.

"What do you mean?" Ron asks. 

"MORSMORDE." A male voice yells. They look at the monstrous thing in the sky, a green skull, with a snake winding into it. Harry holds his head in pain. Suddenly they are fired on.

"STUPFEY!"

"Ah!" Aubery screams as they all hit the floor. 

"Stop! That's my son." Arthur yells as the Ministry officials all ran to the kids. 

"Aubery! Harry! Hermione!" Rosie gasps. 

"Ron, Harry, Hermione, Aubery are you alright?" Arthur asks. 

"Which of you conjured this?" Crouch growls.

"You can't possibly..." Rosie gasps.  

"Do not lie! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!" Crouch snarls.

"Crime?" Harry asks. 

"Barty, they're just kids," Arthur says.

"What crime?" Harry asks, thoroughly confused.

"Harry, it's his mark," Hermione explains.

"Those people tonight, in the masks... they're his too aren't they? they're his followers." Harry asks. 

"Follow me." Crouch orders.

"There was a man. Before. There." Harry answers.

"All of you, this way." Crouch orders, as the officials run to the direction Harry was pointing. 

"Harry, who?" Rosie asks.

"I dunno. I didn't see his face." Harry answers.

Harry, Ron, Aubery, and Hermione are seated on a train, The Hogwarts Express. A voice calls out.

"Anything from the trolley? Anything from the trolley?" The lady appears at their door. "Anything from the trolley dears?"

"Packet of drewbals and a liquorice wand." Ron sees he hasn't enough money. "On second thought, just the drewbals." 

"It's alright I'll get it." Harry says.

"Just the drewbals, thanks." Ron mumbles.

Harry stands out there for a second, before coming back in. 

"This is horrible, how can the ministry not know who conjured it. Isn't there any security or?" Hermione laments. 

"Loads according to Dad, that's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses." Ron answers.

"Yeah. Mum was so annoyed, you should have seen her." Aubery shook her head. 

Hermione sees Harry rubbing his head. "It's hurting again isn't it, your scar."

"I'm fine," Harry mutters.

"You know Sirius will want to hear about this. What you saw at the world cup, and the dream." Aubery's voice drops to a whisper, as she stares straight at Harry.

Harry has written a letter, he marks Sirius Black on an envelope and gives it to an owl, Pig.