Quidditch World Cup

// THIS IS AN OLD CHAPTER. THE NEW CHAPTERS ARE IN VOLUME 2. YOU CAN READ THESE CHAPTERS IF YOU WANT SOME INSIGHT ON WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN LATER BUT SOME EVENTS CAN BE DIFFERENT BETWEEN THE OLD AND NEW CHAPTERS.

Today is the day of the Quidditch World Cup Final. My mother had bought us good seats for the event, but we received tickets from Fudges who offered us seats in the boxes reserved to the state representative. What I find funny is that the very next day a letter was deposited in our letterbox with the same places but in the boxes of the United States.

But even without the invitations from Fudge and Quihog, I absolutely have to be there if I want my plan to honor my contract with Voldemort and get my revenge on Potter to work.

We arrive thanks to a portkey located in London since I technically do not have the right to Apparate. I suspect my parents are aware that I am capable of it, but it is forbidden to do it without a permit, and we go to a place full of wizards.

We arrive near the campsite where the wizards and witches who spent the night here are located. As my father explained to me, the more the tickets are expensive and the less time people have to wait in tents. Portkeys being in relatively limited supply, it is impossible to transport everyone at the same time. A hundred-thousand wizard is a hell lot of people.

We begin to look for the location of our tent that the owner of the campsite gave us, the poor man suffered so much memory erasure today that I bet it will leave him aftereffects. As luck would have it, we find ourselves in the row of tents just in front of the Weasleys, eight tents on the left. As we pass them, Arthur Weasley is trying to light his campfire by rubbing two stones that he must have picked up next to his tent. Fred and George are playing in the tent with Ginny, and amazing but true, Ron is reading a book. And that's a fourth-grade book too! Could Ron have finally catch up?

"Hello Arthur, I see you and the kids are doing well." My father got closer to Arthur during the few visits he made to the factory. Arthur seemed to be fascinated by our life in Mystic Falls and urged my father to explain to him the usefulness of some object common in our house.

"Ha Arthur, what a funny coincidence and Mrs. Bones is here too!" Mr. Weasley seems to be scared to death of my mother. "The kids are fine; we can't wait to be there tonight for the game. Are you coming to support the Ireland team?"

"Great gods no, my mother-in-law would turn me into a living room ornament!" The two men laugh at their jokes.

Hearing their father's laughter, the Weasley children come out of the tent to see what is going on.

"Hey but that's our favorite Slytherin."

"So, the black prince came to mingle with the mob?" I can never guess which of the two brothers it is.

"The camp is not burning; I take it you left your pranks and jokes at home." The two boys look annoyed.

"Don't speak to us about it, Mum emptied our pockets before we left."

"It took us six months to make our new masterpiece, the Long Tongue Pralines."

"For once you haven't made up something that explodes." Much of what the two brothers make can be relatively dangerous if used with a little imagination.

Ginny pushes her brothers aside and pulls a thread of her hair back behind her ear.

"Hello Sean, how are you?"

"Hi Ginny, can't wait to see Bulgaria win tonight."

"What?! You are going to support the enemy, but where is your patriotic spirit." Ginny frowns and crushes one of the twins' feet with her boot.

"Well, just now that you mention it my grandmother is from Bulgaria. So, I have some patriotic spirit" I half smile seeing one of the twins hopping on one leg, unable to rest his feet on the ground. "

"If you want, you can come and watch the game with us, we got the best place and we're going to have a breathtaking view of the pitch."

"Oh? Our little sister is finally coming of age." The twin who had escaped Ginny's wrath takes her boots in his turn. The two brothers are now hopping in place and massaging their poor sore feet.

"Shut up, you two." She sighs and turns to me. "So, do you want to?"

"Why not, we have seats not very far from yours." I'm more interested in the mystery guest of the night, but it can be fun watching the game with the Weasley kids.

"Ah, there you are at last, I have been looking for you everywhere!" Stryga has just arrived behind us. "Sean, come with me, my sisters have arrived with the other veela of the Bulgarian delegation. I have little nieces !!"

"Calm down grandma. There is no fire on the lake."

"You can't understand, I always wanted to have a baby girl. But my daughter seems to have taken into her head to have only one boy. So now we're going to see my sisters and try to be presentable. Oh, I should have taught you Bulgarian when you were little! "I have never seen Stryga in such a state, I know she has not seen her sisters since she got married to grandfather but still.

Grandmother pulls me by the arm, leading us through a labyrinth of tents, each stranger than the next. She's trying to give me a Bulgarian express class on the way, so I don't look too ridiculous. When we get home, I'll try to learn the language. It will surely make her happy that I speak to her in Bulgarian for her birthday or for the Yule holiday. When we get near the Veela encampment, I take on an appearance more like Grandma's race, my hair turns white-blonde and my skin is moon-white and sparkles slightly, my eyes have become a blue so clear it looked like ice. Stryga notices my new appearance and sheds a small tear of gratitude for all my efforts to please her sisters.

Arriving in front of the tents of the Bulgarian artists, she says a few words to the guards who provide security and begins to call her sisters through the camp.

"Anisia? Kathala? Morgana?" Several Veela come out of their tent to see what is happening. Some of them give me looks of incomprehension. Finally, three elderly women and some younger women come out of a tent. Tears roll down the faces of my grandmother and her sisters who meet for the first time in decades. I glance at my distant cousins ​​who are meeting my grandmother for the first time but many of them stare at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

Grandmother brings her sisters to me and they start talking to me in Bulgarian. My grandmother seeing that I don't understand has a little embarrassed laughter when I suppose her sisters ask her why I don't speak Bulgarian.

"Hello, ... little boy. We glad meet you."

* Hello * I stammer out one of the only Bulgarian words I remembered on the way. "Glad to meet you too" Hearing me use a word in their language, the old women laugh, and Grandma hides her face behind her hand. Did I make a pronunciation mistake?

When the emotion subsides a little, they invite us to return to their tent where we are served cups of tea. Two girls who look my age come up to me with a tray of little pink cubes.

"Here. For you, it's Turkish delight. It's good!" They look very similar; we could almost have taken them for sisters. The only difference between them is that one has hair that reaches a little below the shoulders and slightly darker eyes. And the one handing me the tray has wavy hair that reaches down her lower back and eyes almost as clear as mine. They both have very thin faces and skin so fair it almost seems covered with a thin layer of frost.

I find them very beautiful but strangely I do not feel the magic of attraction of the veela. I don't know if it's because they are members of my family, even if they are very far away or if it's because the charm of the veela does not work on me because I am one too?

I grabbed a Turkish delight and then smile to thank them. They start to laugh among themselves before asking me a question.

"You, boy, like us?" The one with the short hair looks really interested.

"It's complicated to explain." The one with the long hair frowns.

"We not stupid!"

"Grandma, please help me!" Stryga rolls her eyes and I believe she is explaining the situation regarding my father and grandfather as well as my appearance with my metamorphmagus powers. The girls suddenly have their eyes twinkling and say something to Stryga that I don't understand.

"Sean, make a bear head or turn into a bear."

"A normal bear or a polar bear?"

"Whatever, a bear."

I turn my head into that of a polar bear and let out a loud roar. The two girls step back in fear as they let go of the turkish delight tray which crashes to the ground, but once the surprise is over, they are hilarious. I admit that I also laughed at their reaction. After recovering from our emotions, they presented themselves, first there is Sophia with eyes as clear as ice and then there is Anka with her hair short.