Going to the Quidditch World Cup

Going to the Quidditch World Cup

Hazel sighed. "I really don't know what to tell you. Harry is pretty thick. Right now you are just Ron's little sis."

"I am not little." Both Hermione and Evervine raised eyebrows at Jennies puffed out cheeks as they turned their heads and stifled laughs.

"Of course not. You're Ron's younger sister.

"Listen. Give Harry time. He will come around once he settles down and pays attention to things around him. But don't do anything else to surprise him. There are too many people looking for opportunities to hurt him and those close to him for you to take any chances."

Hermione nodded briskly then looked to Evervine.

"Is Mrs. Weasley cooking your food."

Evervine shook her head indicating no. "She is far too interested in Marcel's plosher fish. She said we can cook mine when we come back or when we are camping."

She looked to Hazel.

"What do you think?"

Hazel shrugged and went to sit at the window.

"I can cook it for us when we come back. You brought bright bur meat right?"

Evervine smiled. "Yes. She seemed curious about it but you know everything is a competition to Marcel. And thanks. I was scared I would have to cook."

"Bright bur? No I wouldn't do that to you."

"And what is Bright bur?"

Hazel continued looking out the window but she still answered Jennie.

"You can consider it as a cross between an elk and a deer."

Evervine excitedly nodded and went in depth about her research last year for her transfiguration exams and just how similar they are.

"But Bright bur has poison sacks along the spine and if they are not slaughtered and prepped properly they can be poisonous or the meat will taste rancid."

Evervine nodded again. "But Hazel has a really good recipe. I actually don't know why she can cook so well."

"Because she is perfect."

Hazel smiled, Hermione's eyes went wide and Evervine honestly pondered Jinnie's words.

The next morning everyone, with the exception of Mrs. Weasley, was off for the Quidditch World Cup. Mrs. Weasley had enjoyed the plosher fish (Marcel brought enough to fill quite a bit of the Weasley's cold storage. She got excited again when. Hazel said she would cook the Bright bur when they came back. She even told her that they could cure some of the meat using one of her kitchen incantations.

She was bubbling over with excitement to learn a new recipe and glad that Hazel would stay with them until her classes started.

She suddenly frowned. "I need to talk to that Minerva McGonagall. Keeping this wonderful girl from all of us." She disappeared into the house as her family and guests disappeared over a ridge.

"So we are using a portkey to get to the match?"

Mr. Weasley nodded and Marcel and Evervine looked to Hazel. Hazel thought for a bit.

"It is similar to a traveler's marked. But there is no odd sensation with a traveler's marked." Hazel scrunched her face up as if she did not like this odd sensation at all.

"Odd sensation?" "There's no pull at all?"

Evervine, Marcel, and Mr. Weasley all spoke at the same time. Hazel laughed and looked to Harry.

"It will just feel weird. It is not an aggressive pull and it comes from behind the bellybutton."

Harry nodded and continued to walk. They met up with the Diggorys and Mr. Weasley took out an old brown boot. Harry frowned while everyone else prepared. He saw Evervine and Marcel look to his sister so he did the same and touched the boot with everyone.

Suddenly everything shifted like the backdrop of a play flowing away like water. He felt the pull behind his naval and understood what was going on. They were instantly on a vast moor and they saw many tents raised before them.

Harry looked on in wonder. Hazel stood beside him and waited while the others walked off toward the tents. He looked to his sister and smiled.

"I wish this could have always been my world."

She sighed and looped her arm around his. "I know. I am sorry so many decisions were made for us."

Harry sighed and blinked a few times at that statement. It seemed every important decision had been and was still being made for him.

"I am going to stay with you at the Weasley's. You have more of mom's blood in your veins than aunt Petunia."

He said their aunt's name with a healthy dose of contempt. Hazel raised an eyebrow, smiled, and nodded.

"You still have to call their home yours though. We promised to wait for Sirius but you and I will have a place to call home together soon."

"Mom and dad's home." Harry spoke as if he were in a dream.

"Well yes and no. Remember only the foundation was left of the house. I rebuilt it for us, you and I. So it is quite a bit different."

Harry nodded. "I want to see it."

"Okay. We will go see it soon. But not yet. I think you will see it and consider it your home in your heart."

Harry laughed. She was right. The Weasleys found a very plain man and began asking him where their tents would go. Hazel stepped forward I need to erect the McGonagall tent as well sir. The man nodded.

"Minerva and Montague are coming as well?"

Mr. Weasley beamed as Mr. Diggory looked on in curiosity.

"Yes. Dad hasn't seen a match in a while. So they had actually planned to bring Harry and I but when George and Ron invited us I got them to change their minds a bit."

Both Harry and George smiled broadly at this and Hazel rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. George immediately stopped smiling while Harry's smile broadened.

They reached their spots and Harry looked at the simple looking tent in Mr. Weasley's hands.

"It is more than what it seems." Hazel whispered to him as she walked off to set her parent's tent.

Mr. Weasley put up their tent and still it looked plain and Harry found himself wondering how they would all fit inside and then his sister's words came back to him and he new the inside had to be vastly different from the outside.

The Weasley tent was tan and unassuming while the McGonagall's tent was the same but in green. Although the McGonagall tent seemed a bit newer.

"you did that well Hazel."

She smiled at Mr. Weasley as George put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

"I have had quite a bit of practice."

"Mr. Weasley. Is there a reason why your arm is so casually around my ward's shoulders."

'Ward.' Harry took a quick glance at his sister. Her lips were pursed but she was quiet. Were her lips pursed because she was a 'ward' or because her friend had been put in his place?

"Stop it Minerva. Let them be. Come here my girl!"

The twins, Ron Harry, and Hermione all choked on air when they heard Professor McGonagall reprimand his wife. Then their eyes went wide when she said nothing and merely pursed her lips.

He hugged Hazel tight. Too tightly. She looked at him with a questioning frown when he let her go. And he quickly spoke trying to distract the diviner in her. This made her frown more.

"Introduce me to Harry and George." He refused to look at her and the smiles slipped from Harry and George's faces when they saw the confused concerned look on her face. She shook herself out of it and made the introductions.

It seemed her parents were holding something back from her. She looked at them for a along moment but said nothing. She did the introductions and the group of young witches and wizards went to look around the campsite.

Draco Malfoy saw her long before she saw him. She was looking blankly while the others around her looked with great wonder at the tents around them. Of course things like this did not impress her. Of course she would not be star struck with something so common. He stood there smiling a sickeningly sweet Smile.

His father frowned but his mother smiled oddly as she traced his gaze to see who he was smiling at like that. Then she frowned.

She recognized the Weasley brood. Who wouldn't. She looked back to her son. Making sure that she had tracked correctly.

"Who are you looking at my dearest?"

Draco started at his mother's voice. His eyes quickly shifted to his father and then back to his mother.

"I… Uuumm…"

"Why are you stuttering?!" His father looked to the group and his frown dropped as his eyes went wide. "Is that Hazel Potter?"

Draco's eyes went wide with surprise as his mother registered his reaction and turned back to the group.

"Which one is she my dearest? From what I understand she is a very powerful fate witch and traveler."

"She is a traveler as well?" Narcissa Malfoy nodded to her husband's question while keeping her eyes on the group and trying to pick the talented witch out.

Lucius Malfoy looked contemptuously at his son. "I think she is the one holding the hand of a Weasley."

Draco's eyes went wide as his head snapped back to the group, Narcissa frowned and Lucius shook his head.