"What on earth did you give that muggle boy!" A very pissed Mr. Weasley yells. 

  "I didn't give him anything!" Fred says with an evil grin, "I just dropped it.... it was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."

 "You dropped it on purpose!" Mr. Weasley exclaims, "you knew he was on a diet-"

 "How big did his tongue get?" George asks eagerly. 

 "It was for feet long before his parents would let me shrink it-" Mr. Weasley says as we burst into laughter. I high five the twins. It actually worked. "Its not funny!" 

 "It kinda is," I say as I calm down.

"This is exactly the type of behavior that seriously undermines wizard- muggle relations! I spend half my life companying against the mistreatment of muggles and my own sons-"

 "We didn't give it to him because he's a muggle," Fred says.

"No we gave it to him because he's a bullying git," George says, "isn't he Harry."

"Yeah he is Mr. Weasley," Harry says earnestly. 

"Thats not the point!" Mr. Weasley yells, "you wait until I tell your mother!"

"Tell me what?" A voice asks. It was Mrs. Weasley. She looks at us and then at Harry and smiles. "Oh Hello, Harry dear. Tell me what Arthur."

"Let's make a break for it," I whisper to the twins.

"George and I will take the blame," Fred whispers back.

"Wait what?" George asks.

"No no no," I tell them, "I'm not backing out. I helped. I should see it through."

"It's nothing Molly," Mr. Weasley mumbles. I clutch the twins hands in fear. Dementors might not scare me. Or any thing like that.But angry Molly Weasley scared the shit out of me. And when Mr. Weasley told her she was going to kill us. "Fred and George just- but I've had my words with them-"

"What have they done this time?" Molly asks, "if its got anything to do with Weasley Wizard Wheezes."

"Why don't you show Harry where he's sleeping Ron?" Hermione suggests trying to get them out of there. 

"He knows where he's sleeping," Ron states clueless as always, "in my room where he slept last time-"

"We can all go," Hermione hints again.

"Oh!" Ron says finally getting it, "right."

"Yeah, we'll come too," George says. The three of us start to move.

"You stay where you are! All three of you!" She yells.

"Three?" I whimper. 

"Three!" She repeats. Ron gives me a look of sympathy as they leave us to our dooms. I tighten my grip of the twins hands. As she glares daggers into us. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," Fred says calmly.

"Arthur!" She yells. I look at Mr. Weasley pleading to him not to rat us out. He sighs and looks apologetically at the boys and I.

 "The Dursely boy got a hold of one of their candies. That I think Y/n nudged towards him," Mr. Weasley spills. What a dirty rat.

"That is a wild accusation!" Fred exclaims.

"You did what!" Molly screams at us, "see this is why I think you waste your time! And you're owls. Maybe if you all cared as much about school as you did about causing trouble you would have gotten more owls. And Y/n." She turns to me and I gulp in fear. "How would your parents feel about this nonsense! They're probably rolling in their graves knowing their daughter is throwing away her life on mindless garbage like this. They made me your god mother for a good reason. And I'm not letting you waste your time on foolishness!"

"Mum," Fred says drawing attention to my tear covered face. I had started crying when she mentioned my parents. I hadn't even known why. Her face slightly softens. 

"Go!" She yells at us. Fred pulls me out of the kitchen and away from Molly. Then into his arms as I sob. 

"She didn't mean it," George says.

"She's just upset," Fred adds. I notice Harry and the others inch down the stairs and I pull away from Fred and wipe my eyes."Let's go outside."

******

     As we head outside we approach the older Weasley boys. Bill and Charlie. Bill was the oldest Weasley. An ex head boy. And he looked nothing like it. He had long untamed hair and had pierced ears. He was charming and smart but not a dick about it. While Charlie looked exactly like I had pictured him. Short wild hair and muscular features. Nice and wild. And worked with dragons!  "We heard yelling," Bill says, "Did dad rat you out?"

"Yep," George says, "it was about owls and how we waste our time."

"Although she was especially hard on our partner in crime," Fred says. Charlie pats my back and smiles. 

"You okay?" Charlie asks. I nod.

"Well," Bill says, "we have to get these tables set up for dinner so. If you would like to watch us struggle you're free to watch."

"We're probably going to battle with the tables," Charlie admits. Bill smacks the back of Charlie's head making him wince.

"Don't say it out loud mum will hear you," Bill says.

"And?" Charlie asks as he points his wand at the table. Bill does the same. Causing loud crashes as the tables hit. Soon Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny join as in cheering on the boys. A window slams open behind us .

"Will you keep it down!" Percy bellows. The tables were sit down as we turn towards the angry Red Head.

"Sorry Perce," Bill says grinning, "how're the cauldron bottoms coming on?"

"Very badly," Percy says then slams the window shut.

"What an attitude," I mumble.

*****

At seven o'clock dishes had started to pile up on the tables, which had now been fixed. The nine Weasley's, Hermione, Harry, and I all crowded around the table. Stuffing our facing with the already pilled high plates. Different conversations at each place. "And with that horrible  great fang on it. Really Bill what do they say at the bank?" Molly asks Bill.

 "Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure," Bill says patiently.

"And your  hair is getting silly dear," Molly says, "I wish you'd let me give it a trim."

"I like it," Ginny says.

"Yeah," I say looking over at Bill, "I think it suits him. It frames his face well." He winks at me jokingly and I roll my eyes.

"You're so old fashioned mum," Ginny says, "anyway its not where near as long as Professor Dumbledore's." I bore of the conversation and switch to the twins. Who were talking about the Quidditch Cup. I was super excited for it. Because I. Like anyone with a brain was rooting for Ireland.

"It's got to be Ireland," Charlie says, "they flatten Peru in semifinals."

"Bulgaria has Victor Krum though," Fred says.

"Krum's one decent player, Ireland has got seven," Charlie says.

"Exactly," I say, "you can't have a good team if they all run off of one person's talent."

"Isn't that what the slytherin team does?" Fred asks.

"Fuck you," I say to him.

"If thats what you want," Fred teases.

"You wish," I scoff.

"I wish England had got through," Charlie says, "that was embarrassing."

"I don't even want to think of it," I groan as I lift my fork up to drown my sorrows.

"What happened?" Harry asks from beside me.

"Went down to Transylvania 390 to 10," Charlie says.

"It was depressing," I add, "although Wales went down to Uganda to."

"And Scotland was slaughtered by Luxemburg," Charlie adds.

"Slaughtered," Fred repeats emphasizing it. 

"It was brutal," I say. By the time the meal had ended moths had collected above us. I look at Ron who leans towards Harry. 

"So have you heard from Sirius?" Ron whispers as he makes sure his Family members were busy.

"Yeah," Harry whispers, "Twice. He sounds okay. I wrote to ho, yesterday. He might write back while I'm still here." An unreadable expression covers his face. I share a look of worry with Hermione.

"Oh look at the time," Molly say suddenly, "you should be in bed the whole lot of you. You'l be up at the crack of dawn to get to the cup. Harry if you leave your school list out I'll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I'm getting everyone else's. There may not be time after the cup. The match went on for 5 days last time."

"Wow- I hope it does this time," Harry says.

"Well I certainly don't!" Percy says, "I shutter to think what the state of my in tray would be if I was away for 5 days."

"Yeah someone might slip dragon dung in it again eh Perce," Fred teases. Knowing damn well he and George did it.

"That was a sample of Fertilizer from Norway!" Percy exclaims with a red face, "it was nothing personal."

"It was," Fred says leaning over to Harry as we walk away from the the table. A smirk on his face. "We sent it."

*****

  "Y/n," Molly says, "come on dear."

"Nooo," I groan as I pull the blanket over my head, "leave me here."

"You really want to miss the match?" She asks, "Hermione make sure she gets up." As I start to doze off I start shaking. I open my eyes to see Hermione.

"Jeez Mione I'm up," I say as I sit up. She moves away and I  grab my clothes, ripped jeans and a grey jumper. Along with black boots. I lay back down waiting for the others.

"Y/n come one!" Molly yells. I sit up once again and quickly brush my hair. "Downstairs girls!" We groan and meet the slightly more awake boys downstairs. 

"Why are we up so early?" Ginny asks. I walk up to Harry with my eyes barely open and smile weakly. I lay my head on his shoulder and he chuckles.

"We've got a bit of a walk," Mr. Weasley says. 

"Walk? What are we walking to the World Cup?" Harry asks.

"No no thats miles away," Mr. Weasley says as I doze off on Harry shoulder.

"George!" Molly yells causing us all to jump.

"What?" George asks innocently. The twins attempting not to draw attention to themselves as they were trying to smuggle out their candy. I was helping with a bag in my jumper.

"Whats that in your pocket?!" Molly asks.

"Nothing!" He says quickly.

"Don't lie to me," She says, "Accrio!" Brightly colored candies pull from his pocket. Dammit George. "We told you to destroy them! We told you to get rid of the whole lot. Empty your pockets. Go on both of you." I pull on my jacket quickly as she uses the spell to pull the candies away from them. My hope was for my portion of the candies to at least make it out. Molly stops the spell and tosses the candies in the trash.

"We spent 6 moths developing those!" Fred yells at his mother. Not making it any better. 

"Oh what a fine way to spend 6 months," She yells, "no wonder you didn't get more owls." The twins who were fuming throw their bags on and stomp away from their mother. "Well have a lovely time. And behave yourselves." The twins didn't look back or respond. They just leave. I look at Molly and wave then follow the boys out. I jog up to them and chuckle.

"Oi did you forget?" I ask them. They both look at me then each other. I roll my eyes and start to lift up my jumper.

"W-what are you doing?" Fred asks.

"Give me a sec," I tell him. I pull out the bag that was shoved in a lazily stitched pocket on the inside of my jumper and hand it to them Fred takes it from me then hands it to George. Then pulls me into a hug,

"Oh Bloody hell Y/n! I could kiss you," Fred says then lets go. George shoves the candy into his bag then hugs me too.

"I thought we lost the whole lot!" George says.

"I wouldn't let that happen," I say as the others join. George pulls away as the others join us. We walk along the path and slowly I fall behind. Barely keeping myself up. I watch Fred hand his bag off to George then walk back to me. 

"Get on," He says.

"What?" I ask.

"I owe you so get on," He says, "you can sleep and I'll get you up there."

"You don't have to," I tell him.

"I know that," He says, "but I offered. And you're barely functioning." I chuckle. He crotches in front of me and I climb on his back. He starts to walk and I quickly fall asleep.

****

 "Come on Y/n," Fred says, "we're here."

"Mmmmmmm," I groan. He crouches down and I slide off if his back. The group now had two more people.

"This is Amos Diggory everyone," Mr. Weasley says, "He works for the department For The Regulation of Magical Creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric?" So Cedric he had soft features and light brown messy hair. I know he was a seventh year Hufflepuff, and a seeker. And I know my team kicked his ass last year. But ya know Gryffindor lost to them.

"Hi," Cedric says looking across the mess of people.

"Hey," I say. Most of the group being nice and welcoming with me. Except for a rather salty pair of twins. Who still hadn't gotten over Hufflepuff beating them. 

"Long walk Arthur?" Mr. Diggory asks. 

"Not too bad," Mr. Weasley says, "we just live on the other side of that village over there. You?"

"Had to get up at two, Didn't we Ced? I tell you I'll be glad when he'a got his apparation test still.... not complaining.... Qudditch world cup.  Wouldn't mess it for a sack full of galleons, and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy.." Mr Diggory looks at the bunch of children in front of him. All seven of us. Not counting the 3 back at the house. "Are these all yours Arthur?"

"Oh no, only the red heads," Mr. Weasley says as he points to his kids, "this is Hermione and Y/n.. friends of Ron. And Harry another friend of Ron's."

"Merlins beard," Mr. Diggory says, "Harry? Harry Potter?" I look at the ground tuning them out until Ron elbows me.

"Ow!" I yelp.

"We don't want to be late. Come on. Nearly there now. Get yourself into a good position," Mr. Weasley says. We all gather around the portkey and place our hands on it. 

"Ready! After three. One, two. . ." Mr. Diggory says.

"Harry!" Mr. Weasley says. Harry puts his hand on the boot quickly.

". . .three!" Mr. Diggory says. The world around us starts to spin quickly.

"Let go, kids!" Mr. Weasley says.

"What?!" Hermione asks in fear.

"Let go!" Mr. Weasley repeats.

"If I die I leave my precious book collection to no one because non of us deserve it!" I yell as I quickly let go.