𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 | ✔︎

Chapter 13

The portkey to the Quidditch World Cup definitely was an experience Natasha wasn't going to forget.

Everyone adored the new couple, though George found it uncomfortable when his brother and best friend made out in the twin's room. They spent every minute of the day each other, though Natasha was terrified to send her father the owl stating the news.

Fred just kissed her head and promised that he'd give Sirius Ton Tongue Toffees if he got mad. Natasha punched his arm at that, which she later apologised for with a promise to smuggle items from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes into the World Cup.

They had walked a long way to get to the portkey, meeting Amos Diggory and his son Cedric there too.

"Hi, I'm Cedric," the boy said, bringing a blush to every girl's cheeks, including Natasha, who appreciated his natural beauty. Fred didn't like this, pulling the girl to his side and peppering her face with kisses, making Natasha giggle.

They all grabbed onto the manky boot portkey, though Harry touched it at the last second, nearly causing Mr Weasley to have a heart attack. The feeling of being thrown around reminded Natasha very much of how severe her fear of heights was, and when she landed in a pile, she threw up, collapsing on the ground.

"Never again," she wheezed as the others also groaned from the impact. The only ones who managed to land gracefully were Arthur, Amos and Cedric, the latter receiving a glare from Fred as he helped Natasha up.

"Thank you, Cedric," she thanked politely, before helping her boyfriend up who was still pouting like a child. She raised her eyebrow and he pouted even more, causing her to giggle and kiss his pouty lips.

The atmosphere was intense as the Weasley family squeezed into the crowd, surrounding by thousands and thousands of tents. Fred held onto Natasha's hand the entire time, only letting go as they all stopped outside of a tiny tent.

Natasha giggled as she saw Harry and Hermione's confused faces, as she knew exactly what their reactions would be once inside. She had been fortunate enough to have gone camping a few times with the Weasley's, so she took no time in bounding in, claiming the top bunk which she and Ginny always fought over.

"It's MINE!" she cried, as she planted her ass on it, a grumbling Ginny taking the bunk below. Harry and Hermione's faces were in awe as they looked around the tent, as Natasha and the twins grabbed all the money they had brought, going out to buy things.

"You see, I'm betting that Krum will catch the snitch, but the Irish will still win," stated George, and the other two hummed in agreement as they pulled up to one of the many stalls around the campsite.

"Honestly, I agree with you Georgie – three please," she said, as she purchased three hats. The twins didn't spend anything, talking about how they were betting against Ludo Bagman with all of their life savings.

"He better pay us out though if we win, it would be a great help for the cost of the store," said Fred as they all put on their hats and walked back towards the tent.

"If he doesn't, I'll be there to jinx him," Natasha reminded, and the twin's high-fived. The rest of the Weasley's, including Harry and Hermione were waiting outside for the three, and they headed off to the pitch, where Mr Weasley had promised good seats.

The climb was tedious, resulting in all the girls hitching piggy backs at one stage, Ron's blush as red as his hair when Hermione jumped on his back. They had all been pretty happy until a certain blond and his daddy showed up.

Harry couldn't stop glaring at the two Malfoy's, and Fred joined in as he caught Lucius staring at Natasha, with almost recognition in his eyes. "I don't believe we've met child," he said, raising his eyebrow.

Natasha simply smiled sweetly, causing the Weasley's to laugh on the inside. "That's because we haven't. I'm Natasha Black, the daughter of Aurelia and Sirius Black," she said introducing herself, and Lucius' face turned soft for a slight second, but it was quickly covered up.

"A Black? I'm surprised Aurelia married into that family, though she was known to like the trouble-makers," he sneered. But Natasha didn't retaliate. She didn't get angry; she didn't shout slurs.

No, she just continued smiling, knowing her mind-games were far more powerful than her words. She also knew that Narcissa Malfoy was born Narcissa Black, and technically, she was her great aunt.

Draco glared one last time at the group before he and his father turned to head off to the Minister's box, and finally everyone laughed. "How can you be the same girl that called Filch a roach that one Christmas?" Ron asked, and Natasha just shrugged innocently.

"It's a secret Ronald. One I'll never tell," she said, before leading the group up to the top of the stands. She sat squished in between George and Fred, thankful that both were going for the Irish. Poor Ron was sandwiched in between Charlie and Ginny, who were quite loud as they supported the Irish.

"AND KRUM HAS GOT THE SNITCH!" Ludo Bagman cried, as the fans of Bulgaria cheered, though the Irish fans were cheering louder as they saw the scoreboard.

The Irish had won by ten points.

"WOOOOOOOO!" yelled the twins, as Fred picked up Natasha, spinning her around. George did the same to Charlie, which earned looks from people around them.

They celebrated all the way back to the tent, laughing manically as they passed Bulgarian fans who were clearly depressed over the event. Charlie even started to conjure leprechaun lights, sending them into the tents which was not appreciated by some as a Bulgarian woman chased them down a strip of tents, crying out curses.

They just yelled right back at her, before Fred started to throw Canary Creams at her, helping them escape.

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The Weasley's, Hermione, Harry and Natasha were all celebrating the Irish's win, though Fred and George were teasing Ron about his crush on Krum when there were loud bangs outside, not concerning any of the inside occupants, though Charlie had his hand on his wand from instinct with the dragon's.

"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on," commented Fred, as Arthur ran in.

"That's not the Irish," he said, as the screams became to erupt outside. Bill, Charlie and Percy were quick to run out, their wands raised, as Arthur directed all the under-age wizards in his care.

"Fred, George, you're responsible for Natasha and Ginny," he ordered, and they nodded, running in the direction of the portkey. Natasha was struggling to keep up, and she kept on tripping, until finally, the crowd separated her from Fred's hand.

"Fred!" she screamed, looking around as the crowd went wild. People pushed past her, and she was roughly shoved to the ground, as no one stopped to help the girl. Her vision started to cloud, and she could feel herself slipping away, but she fought the darkness, as she noticed a person in a black outfit with a mask on creeping towards her.

"Oh, for Godric's sake, I go to one match and this shit happens?!" she exclaimed, moving so that she was flat on her back. The mask figure raised their wand ready to strike, and Natasha raised her middle finger, insisting in her mind that if she died, she would do it like a pro.

But just as the person was about to utter the words, they apparated as a bolt of magic came hurling at them. "Natasha, can you hear me?" Charlie's voice was faint to Natasha, and her hand dropped limply as he scooped her into his arms, calling out to Bill and Percy.

"Guys I've got her, but she's not good!" he bellowed, alerting his brothers' attention. They apparated to the portkey, where Fred's distraught face finally got a glimpse of Natasha, her weak state making him nervous.