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Mind Talking between Familiar/Bonded

Bulgarian

"I don't think I've quite seen a tent like this. Changing into whatever you need it for, where did you get it?" Remus asked as he and Percy had finished setting up the outside.

"Do you remember meeting my cousin Thalia and Artemis during the Pool Party? Hate to break it to you but well..." Percy trailed off looking sheepish at Remus' shocked look.

"That Artemis was actually the Greek Goddess? I actually met a Greek God," Remus murmured shocked and frozen in place.

"Well, technically you also met my dad, which is you know, Poseidon. So you've met two Greek deities," Percy pointed out with a sheepish look.

"I think I need to sit down for a minute," Remus murmured as colored drained from his face. He actually met two deities. Sure, he knew that Poseidon was Percy's dad but he somehow didn't connect that Poseidon was the Poseidon until now. Hearing about it and then actually remember/meeting them were two different things. He was so used to wizards or witches being named after the deities that the name didn't connect until now.

Percy looked confused as Remus just sat on the ground and stared at the tent in shock. "I think I broke him," Percy muttered to himself as he set down the stakes in his hand and sat next to Remus.

"Uh, Remus old pal, mate, whatever Brit thing you wanna say, you good man?" Percy asked hesitantly.

"Just...give me a moment. Let it sink in," Remus murmured.

Percy nodded and placed his hand on Remus' neck and rubbed the back comforting, maybe it might help, maybe not. But he figured it could ground Remus in any way.

"Okay...Okay, I think I won't freak out. Not yet at least, still sinking but I'm more focused. You can explain about the tent more," Remus said back to Percy but didn't stop Percy from rubbing his neck, it felt oddly comforting and Remus really didn't want to displace the hand.

"Right. Tents. Uh, the Hunters of Artemis have these tents for themselves. Often so they can keep their armoury also in their sleeping quarters but can also train inside the tents in case it's raining outside or there's a lot of mud. It's really helpful storing their clothes and belongings. So, when I was taking my world trip after the Second War to check on all magical beings to let them know the war was over, Artemis gave me a tent saying that as a respectable male and saving them once more that I might want it. She gave the rest of the seven one too, so sometimes each year we just met up and go camping. But yeah, magical tent that reads the intent of someone entering and makes the room needed. There are some limitations, but not much," Percy explained.

Unknown to either as Remus never discovered the room, but there was a room at Hogwarts just like this called the Room of Requirements. When pacing outside said room and thinking of what you want, the room will change according to the desired wish and help the person entering it.

"Sounds handy," Remus commented as the two finally got moving, knowing that the game would be starting relatively soon.

They finished putting in the stakes before Percy went inside and brought out some logs that he had brought with him before making a make-shift campfire that would be safe and grabbed some of the camping chairs with him. Remus then stuck them to the ground and an anti-stealing charm on them and the tent before the two felt confident enough to leave their tent alone.

"I suppose we have to find the Mutt now," Percy asked with a sigh.

In truth, he had nothing against Sirius, but the man's teasing was getting a little bit annoying. Sure, he would love to ask Remus out, but the man had the self-esteem of a jellyfish. Jellyfish which had no mind, body, or anus. They just sort of existed without knowing what to do or thinking much about themselves.

If Percy would ask Remus out, Remus would probably have a heart-attack before declining out of some sort of self-degradation that would end with both being hurt in the question and would probably then affect their current friendship.

So no, Percy was not going to ask Remus out. He would allow Remus to realize his possible feelings that he might have, get over a pity-party that would come of it, and then accept the date that Remus would ask them. Basically, Percy was waiting for Sirius to get sick of watching them twist around one another before shouting at Remus when the man would then try and put himself down because he was a werewolf and therefore no one could possibly ever love him or see past his wolf.

He was just hoping Sirius wouldn't try and yell at him, because he wanted to ask Remus! But he also didn't know how to make Remus see that yes, he was serious about this, that the wolf wasn't just who Remus was, and that for gods sake the man should at least give him a fucking chance before declining a date.

He was ranting wasn't he. Great.

Percy shook his head as Remus and Percy went through the crowds to get to their spot at the Top-Box, hoping that Sirius would just take Harry and meet them up there. They probably should've talked more before Harry (and then Sirius) left to find Harry's friends.

"Prime seats!" said the Ministry witch at the entrance when she checked their tickets. "Top Box! Straight upstairs and as high as you can go."

The stairs into the stadium were carpeted in rich purple. They clambered upward with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through doors into the stands to their left and right. Percy and Remus kept climbing, and at last they reached the top of the staircase and found themselves in a small box, set at the highest point of the stadium and situated exactly halfway between the golden goal posts. About twenty purple-and-gilt chairs stood in two rows here, and Percy and Remus sitting in the row reserved for the Weasley and Jackson family, looked down upon a scene the likes of which he could never have imagined.

A hundred thousand witches and wizards were taking their places in the seats, which rose in levels around the long oval field. Everything was suffused with a mysterious golden light, which seemed to come from the stadium itself. The field looked smooth as velvet from their lofty position. At either end of the field stood three goal hoops, fifty feet high; right opposite them, almost at Percy's eye level, was a gigantic blackboard. Gold writing kept dashing across it as though an invisible giant's hand were scrawling upon the blackboard and then wiping it off again; watching it, Percy saw that it was flashing advertisements across the field.

The Bluebottle: A Broom for All the Family — safe, reliable, and with Built-in Anti-Burglar Buzzer . . . Mrs.Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover: No Pain, No Stain! . . . Gladrags Wizardwear — London, Paris, Hogsmeade . . .(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 96-97)

"Huh, good to know that even the wizardry world also has advertisements when it comes to sporting events," Percy commented to Remus.

"Yes, Quidditch is the most favorite sport in Europe. Anytime there is a game with popular teams then there is going to be advertisements because a large amount of people around Europe come and watch. I'm just surprised we got these good seats," Remus commented.

Percy shrugged. "I had already planned on buying them when Sirius mentioned that he got compensation seats from the Ministry. Honestly, we would've had these seats regardless."

"How much money do you have?" Remus asked shocked.

"Let's just say I'll never run out anytime soon," Percy said dryly. He and Annabeth had come up with a plan to keep the actual Lotus card safe in a hidden wall safe that only their blood having been recently taken can open. They actually just take the card out and each month set amount aside in different banks to keep it safe. Percy had no idea how much money he really put aside that wasn't just connected to the one card, but enough that he could go generations without running out. Hades, when he put money into Harry's trust account it barely dented his account, and that was roughly 67 million US dollars.

(Guys, I've discovered a cheat in the system. So, according to the HP wiki, 1 knut is $.01 and 1 Galleon is $6.64 is US dollars mind you. But there are 493 knuts in one Galleon. So it's actually cheaper getting Knuts and converting that to Galleons than it is to just buy Galleons. Mind=Blown. Though the British have that covered by having the pounds for Galleons being $4.93 with the rest of the conversions the same so, don't be British, be American and cheat the system and save our poor asses. I'm American, I can this stuff.)

"How exactly did you get the money? I assumed that even being the boss of an establishment you don't make much?" Remus asked curiously.

"Let's call it a Half-Blood secret," Percy said with a smile as he looked around at everyone by them. Admittedly, they were a bit further down in seats, but as a Mundane in their eyes he wasn't even supposed to be here with all the Anti-Muggle Wards around.

He didn't want to mention to them that as a Demigod, the wards did nothing to him since his mind was to find the danger and either fight or run away. Admittedly, his only started to really pick up one that sort of thing when Kelli the Empousa tried to seduce him to death by hiding her real image.

"Do you think I could set up my video recorder and you can throw the disillusionment charm on it real quick?" Percy whispered to Remus.

"Sirius is corrupting you isn't he?" Remus asked amusedly as Percy grabbed the Cam recorder with a tripod from Remus who had hidden it in his robes that were bigger on the inside.

It was demi-god and magical proof so Percy wasn't worried about the recorder just suddenly bursting into flames or attracting monsters that would like to kill him.

"How do you know I'm not corrupting Sirius?" Percy asked with a pout as he set it above all the seats and aimed it toward the Quidditch pitch, making sure it captured the whole field. Percy figured it would make a great Christmas present to Harry who he knew wished he could just re-watch games so he could actually see the play-by-play.

Why wizards haven't made these before, Percy didn't really know. But he was going to take full advantage over the lack of Wizard knowledge.

"Sirius has been corrupt since he was a child, you aren't corrupting him," Remus pointed out.

With the Cam recording and disillusioned, Percy took his seat and just had small talk with Remus.

Finally, the Weasley family had arrived and taken their seats while Harry and Sirius joined them, holding in their hands two extra Omnioculars which magically slow down and replay action.

Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people who were obviously very important wizards. Percy Weasley jumped to his feet so often that he looked as though he were trying to sit on a hedgehog. When Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell off and shattered. Highly embarrassed, he repaired them with his wand and thereafter remained in his seat, throwing jealous looks at Harry, whom Cornelius Fudge had greeted like an old friend. Even when he threw uncertain looks at Percy Jackson during the entire exchange.

Fudge shook Harry's hand in a fatherly fashion, asked how he was, and introduced him to the wizards on either side of him.

"Harry Potter, you know," he told the Bulgarian minister loudly, who was wearing splendid robes of black velvet trimmed with gold and didn't seem to understand a word of English. "Harry Potter . . . oh come on now, you know who he is . . . the boy who survived You-Know-Who . . . you do know who he is —"(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 100)

"Hello, I'm Harry," Harry said in perfect Bulgarian.

"You speak Bulgarian? Not many would have picked up such a language at your age. Why?" the Bulgarian Minister asked in both excitement and curiosity.

"Someone close to our family is Russian and sometimes has trouble with English. When I was younger and he was getting used to speaking English, I helped by asking my father to tutor me in Russian. When I learned Bulgarian had similarities with Bulgarian I then learned that. I know most European languages and most African too," Harry said with a smile.

"Yes, Harry is quite the over-achiever when he desires to be. Percy Jackson, Harry's father," Percy introduced.

"Then I am forever happy to meet you acquaintance. Though, I am curious as to why you, yourself, also know many languages," the ministry pointed out after shaking Percy's hand.

They were drawing confused looks from the rest around them, but none of the three really cared. Remus and Sirius were just looking at each other amused.

"When I was younger and traveling around to visit magical creatures, I found it difficult to really talk to the people that knew their hand-outs. So, I learned their languages to make it easier. Apparently adapting to any language is a family trait. Something about moving places so often, going with the West, that my family had just picked up the current language. It's a lot more complicated then I would like to go into," Percy admitted with a slight shrug.

"I'm no great shakes at languages; I need Barty Crouch for this sort of thing. Ah, I see his house-elf's saving him a seat. . . . Good job too, these Bulgarian blighters have been trying to cadge all the best places . . . ah, and here's Lucius!" The minister muttered to himself. (- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 100)

"Draco!" Harry shouted in happiness as he tackled the blond in a hug.

The boy had just steadied himself when Harry had thrown himself literally at the blond. The blond boy just huffed and returned Harry's crushing hug, just in a rather stiff, I-Have-A-Stick-Up-My-Arse fashion.

"Oi, prat! Return the hug normally or I will stay holding you the entire time. You know I will!" Harry threatened as he felt his friend trying to go back to his snooty self.

Draco finally rolled his eyes and with defeat because he knew Harry too well, returned Harry's hug like normal and in a relaxed fashion.

Narcissa was watching the exchange in amusement before sitting behind her cousin and striking conversation with him.

"Where's Tommy?" Percy asked with a grin at Lucius.

"He told me in simple terms that he thought Quidditch was a useless sport that had no means of being in his presence and that if I should ever ask him to attend such a disgraceful things that he wished I was under the cruciatus curse," Lucius said dryly to Percy and the amused, confused Remus.

"I know you attended the Pool party, but I didn't know you two were friends?" Remus said with a slight tilt of his head.

"I'll explain more when Harry is at school," Percy told Remus. In truth, he had been avoiding the conversation for too long. He would need to tell Remus and Sirius about Tom and how he really didn't mean to kill the Potters.

He just hoped that Narcissa might help him out, along with Andromeda because she had been told the truth when Narcissa had reached out to her sister recently after it came to light of Sirius' innocence. The two sisters wanted to hide nothing from each other, including their stance on the war and explaining what exactly was happening with said war.

Remus just smiled at Percy and gave him a soft nod before hesitantly joining Percy and Lucius in a conversation while Harry moved his seat to sit next to Draco while Narcissa had shifted and sat next to Sirius instead.

Lucius just shrugged and made an off-hand comment to the curious Remus, who thought Lucius might be upset at the change, that he figured Cissa would do it when they got there to talk more with her cousin.

"Everyone ready?" he said, his round face gleaming like a great, excited Edam. "Minister — ready to go?" 

"Ready when you are, Ludo," said Fudge comfortably.

Ludo whipped out his wand, directed it at his own throat, and said "Sonorus!" and then spoke over the roar of sound that was now filling the packed stadium; his voice echoed over them, booming into every corner of the stands. 

"Ladies and gentlemen . . . welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"

The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket. The huge blackboard opposite them was wiped clear of its last message (Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans — A Risk With Every Mouthful!) and now showed BULGARIA: 0, IRELAND: 0.

"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce . . . the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"

The right-hand side of the stands, which was a solid block of scarlet, roared its approval.

"I wonder what they've brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning forward in his seat. "Aaah!" He suddenly whipped off his glasses and polished them hurriedly on his robes. "Veela!"(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 102-103)

Percy watched in amusement as any man that seemed to desire women stood up and were at the edge of the seats or in their case, box. Draco was staying at his seat, mostly because his mother had dragged him away from the railings.

Even Sirius twitched in his spot as he watched the veela in rapt interest. The Minister was making a fool of himself as usual. The only ones that Percy was amused that didn't look overly interested in the Veela were him, Remus, Harry (who just looked confused) and Lucius along with any female.

Even Arthur's kids were staring slightly entranced by the dancing the veela were doing. "So...why are some wizards under their spell and others aren't?" Percy whispered to Remus.

"As ones magic grows, the pull of veela magic lessens. Along with loving their spouses, it's why Lucius and Arthur aren't affects, they're both committed to their wife. Sirius, while single, is strong in magic and can resist the pull more often than not. I don't know the exact reason why Harry isn't affected, but I would have to say that it's probably his two female familiars," Remus pointed out.

"Or he's gay?" Percy asked with a raised eyebrow.

Remus blinked not expecting it but shrugged. "I suppose that can also be another reason," he accepted.

So either Remus had strong magic, he was gay, or his werewolf was resisting the affects. Bollocks, it could be any of the reasons.

"What about you?" Remus asked curiously.

"Was mind raped once to be pulled toward a dangerous creature that wanted to kill me, my mind fixed itself from there and didn't let it happen again. Veela are similar to Tammi and Kelly I suppose," Percy muttered to himself.

He was feeling the slight pull, but he was mostly putting the lack of attention of the veela do to the fact he had a crush on Remus, along with the fact he liked blokes more than females.

"And now," roared Ludo Bagman's voice, "kindly put your wands in the air . . . for the Irish National Team Mascots!" Next moment, what seemed to be a great green-and-gold comet came zooming into the stadium. It did one circuit of the stadium, then split into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward the goal posts. A rainbow arced suddenly across the field, connecting the two balls of light. The crowd oooohed and aaaaahed, as though at a fireworks display. Now the rainbow faded and the balls of light reunited and merged; they had formed a great shimmering shamrock, which rose up into the sky and began to soar over the stands.

Something like golden rain seemed to be falling from it — Squinting up at the shamrock, Harry realized that it was actually comprised of thousands of tiny little bearded men with red vests, each carrying a minute lamp of gold or green.

"Leprechauns!" said Mr. Weasley over the tumultuous applause of the crowd, many of whom were still fighting and rummaging around under their chairs to retrieve the gold.

The great shamrock dissolved, the leprechauns drifted down onto the field on the opposite side from the veela, and settled themselves cross-legged to watch the match.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome — the Bulgarian National 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. Viktor Krum was thin, dark, and sallow-skinned, with a large curved nose and thick black eyebrows. He looked like an overgrown bird of prey. It was hard to believe he was only eighteen.

"And now, please greet — the Irish National Quidditch Team!" yelled Bagman. "Presenting — Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaand — Lynch!"

Seven green blurs swept onto the field; Harry spun a small dial on the side of his Omnioculars and slowed the players down enough to read the word "Firebolt" on each of their brooms and see their names, embroidered in silver, upon their backs.

"And here, all the way from Egypt, our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa!"

A small and skinny wizard, completely bald but with a mustache to rival Uncle Vernon's, wearing robes of pure gold to match the stadium, strode out onto the field. A silver whistle was protruding from under the mustache, and he was carrying a large wooden crate under one arm, his broomstick under the other. Harry spun the speed dial on his Omnioculars back to normal, watching closely as Mostafa mounted his broomstick and kicked the crate open — four balls burst into the air: the scarlet Quaffle, the two black Bludgers, and (Harry saw it for the briefest moment, before it sped out of sight) the minuscule, winged Golden Snitch. With a sharp blast on his whistle, Mostafa shot into the air after the balls.

"Theeeeeeeey're OFF!" screamed Bagman.(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 104-106)

Percy watched in amusement as both Sirius and Harry were nearly out of their seats cheering for Bulgaria and their team. Percy and Remus were just watching the game while sometimes looking at Harry and Sirius before looking at each other in amusement.

He wondered how Sirius was an adult sometimes.

Though, he did have to admit the game was intense.

As the game went on and became more intense, Percy watched at the Irish Seeker had dived with Krum and his broken nose (courtesy of Ireland team throwing a Bludger and him unable to dodge).

"He's seen the Snitch!" Harry shouted. "He's seen it! Look at him go!" Half the crowd seemed to have realized what was happening; the Irish supporters rose in another great wave of green, screaming their Seeker on . . . but Krum was on his tail. How he could see where he was going, Harry had no idea; there were flecks of blood flying through the air behind him, but he was drawing level with Lynch now as the pair of them hurtled toward the ground again —

"They're going to crash!" shrieked Ginny.

"They're not!" roared Ron.

"Lynch is!" yelled Harry.

And he was right — for the second time, Lynch hit the ground with tremendous force and was immediately stampeded by a horde of angry veela.

"The Snitch, where's the Snitch?" bellowed Charlie, along the row.

"He's got it — Krum's got it — it's all over!" shouted Harry. Krum, his red robes shining with blood from his nose, was rising gently into the air, his fist held high, a glint of gold in his hand.

The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170 across the crowd, who didn't seem to have realized what had happened. Then, slowly, as though a great jumbo jet were revving up, the rumbling from the Ireland supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouted, who like the Irish, seemed to be taken aback by the sudden end of the match.

"KRUM GETS THE SNITCH — BUT IRELAND WINS — good lord, I don't think any of us were expecting that!"

"What did he catch the Snitch for?" Ron bellowed, even as he jumped up and down, applauding with his hands over his head.

"He ended it when Ireland were a hundred and sixty points ahead, the idiot!"

"He knew they were never going to catch up!" Harry shouted back over all the noise, also applauding loudly. "The Irish Chasers were too good. . . . He wanted to end it on his terms, that's all. . . ."

"He was very brave, wasn't he?" Hermione said, leaning forward to watch Krum land as a swarm of mediwizards blasted a path through the battling leprechauns and veela to get to him. "He looks a terrible mess. . . ."

Harry put his Omnioculars to his eyes again. It was hard to see what was happening below, because leprechauns were zooming delightedly all over the field, but he could just make out Krum, surrounded by mediwizards. He looked surlier than ever and refused to let them mop him up. His team members were around him, shaking their heads and looking dejected; a short way away, the Irish players were dancing gleefully in a shower of gold descending from their mascots. Flags were waving all over the stadium, the Irish national anthem blared from all sides; the veela were shrinking back into their usual, beautiful selves now, though looking dispirited and forlorn.

"Vell, ve fought bravely," said a gloomy voice behind Harry. He looked around; it was the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

"You can speak English!" said Fudge, sounding outraged. "And you've been letting me mime everything all day!"

"Vell, it vos very funny," said the Bulgarian minister, shrugging.

"And as the Irish team performs a lap of honor, flanked by their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup itself is brought into the Top Box!" roared Bagman.

Harry's eyes were suddenly dazzled by a blinding white light, as the Top Box was magically illuminated so that everyone in the stands could see the inside. Squinting toward the entrance, he saw two panting wizards carrying a vast golden cup into the box, which they handed to Cornelius Fudge, who was still looking very disgruntled that he'd been using sign language all day for nothing.

"Let's have a really loud hand for the gallant losers — Bulgaria!" Bagman shouted.

And up the stairs into the box came the seven defeated Bulgarian players. The crowd below was applauding appreciatively; Harry could see thousands and thousands of Omniocular lenses flashing and winking in their direction.

One by one, the Bulgarians filed between the rows of seats in the box, and Bagman called out the name of each as they shook hands with their own minister and then with Fudge. Krum, who was last in line, looked a real mess. Two black eyes were blooming spectacularly on his bloody face. He was still holding the Snitch. Harry noticed that he seemed much less coordinated on the ground. He was slightly duck-footed and distinctly round-shouldered. (- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 113-115)

"Dude, you okay?" Harry asked in Bulgarian to Krum.

Krum blinked and looked at Harry curiously. "Not many know Bulgarian. But yes, I am fine. Did you enjoy the match?" Krum asked

"It was very intense and enjoyable. I would get the nose fixed though, mate, probably will hurt a lot when the adrenaline wears off. Harry, by the way," Harry said as he extended his hand to Krum.

"Victor Krum, as you might know," Victor said with a slight sheepish look.

Harry just shrugged. "Introducing oneself can never be bad. Imagine the day you meet someone that doesn't know who you are. You can prank them so hard then," Harry said with a grin.

Victor snorted in amusement as his eyes danced with mirth. "Then I shall await that day. You should hang out with us tonight. Even when we lose we still celebrate. I'm sure my team wouldn't mind you joining us, especially as you actually speak Bulgarian," Victor said with a grin.

"Sweet! Can I Dad?" Harry asked as his whole body sort of wiggled in excitement.

"I suppose you can. But I will hold you, Victor, to making sure he doesn't drink. He's still underage and I rather not explain why my son is drunk to both his godfather and then his godfather's best mate," Percy said without much pause but stared Krum in the eye waiting for him to either back-out or not promise.

"I will do my utmost best to make sure my team doesn't get him drunk," Victor said seriously as he stared Percy in the eye.

Percy eyed him with narrowed eyes before nodding softly. "Then I suppose Harry can join you so long as your team is fine with that," Percy said.

When Krum's name was announced, the whole stadium gave him a resounding, earsplitting roar.

And then came the Irish team. Aidan Lynch was being supported by Moran and Connolly; the second crash seemed to have dazed him and his eyes looked strangely unfocused. But he grinned happily as Troy and Quigley lifted the Cup into the air and the crowd below thundered its approval. Harry's hands were numb with clapping.

At last, when the Irish team had left the box to perform another lap of honor on their brooms (Aidan Lynch on the back of Connolly's, clutching hard around his waist and still grinning in a bemused sort of way), Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and muttered, "Quietus."

"They'll be talking about this one for years," he said hoarsely, "a really unexpected twist, that. . . . shame it couldn't have lasted longer. . . . Ah yes. . . . yes, I owe you . . . how much?"

For Fred and George had just scrambled over the backs of their seats and were standing in front of Ludo Bagman with broad grins on their faces, their hands outstretched.(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 115-116)

"I can't believe I get to meet the rest of the Bulgarians," Harry said excitedly to his father.

"Yes, I can't for them to realize you're Harry Jackson-Potter and then their reaction," Percy murmured back to his son.

"Do you realize how much fun I'm going to have," Harry said with a gleeful, mischievous look in his eyes.

"Just don't kill anyone. That would look bad," Percy said back before his attention was drawn to Remus.

Websites used in Making Chapter:

http://harrypotter.fandom.com/wiki/Viktor_Krum
http://harrypotter.fandom.com/wiki/Wizarding_currency
http://harrypotter.fandom.com/wiki/Omnioculars

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