Devil's Child (Harry Potter x Reader Years 1-4) (ON HOLD)

~The Quidditch World Cup~

I decided to follow the Potters to their tent. I assumed the Weasleys would need as much space as possible because of how many there are. The outside of the tent looks like a normal muggle tent, but beneath the flap was a beautiful looking home. Actually it looked more like a manor. "Damn, I knew you were rich, but....wow," I breathed, earning a chuckle from James while Lily and Harry were gaping like I was. "If I had this kind of tent when I was younger, I would've gone camping so many more times," I joked. I am very adventurous, but I just can't stand mosquitoes, the main reason I didn't go camping very often.

"Make yourself at home. You and Harry can share a room, but no funny business," James told me.

"First off, thank you and secondly, we're 14 years old, you pervert!" I playfully glared at James who just glared right back.

"You can never be too careful," he laughed.

"Ok, before things get anymore....strange, how about we unpack?" Harry interrupted me and James' glare off.

"Oh come on, Harry," James broke the gaze. "It's just some future-daughter-in-law and future-father-in-law bonding! Well that is if you're not awkward enough to pop the question," James teased. Harry flushed red while I walked over to his side.

"James, leave your son alone! At least he didn't have to pine to get Y/N. Unlike you," Lily teased back. There was a small banter between the two before they realized that two children were standing in front of them, having no idea what to do. Lily awkwardly cleared her throat before speaking, "You two can go pick your rooms. We'll unpack everything else."

"Now I see where you get your awkwardness from," I muttered to Harry once Lily and, hopefully, James was out of earshot. Harry just awkwardly smiled making me laugh a little.
***
We finished unpacking, playing Exploding Snap, and snacking so Lily decided we should all go to the Weasleys tent, just so we can meet up there. I haven't told anyone my friendship with the Bulgarian Quidditch Team, so it'll be interesting once they find out. I don't know if I'm going to let them find out today or during the tournament, but we'll see. We entered the Weasleys' tent, which was extravagantly smaller, but magical nevertheless. "Mr. and Mrs. Potter! I'm Ron Weasley," Ron stuck his hand out, to which both Potters shook.

"Please call me Lily. Mrs. Potter makes me sound old," Lily suggested.

"You're just like my mother. She doesn't really being called Mrs. Weasley," Ron explained.

"You can call me James, Prongs—"

"PRONGS?!" I heard the Weasley twins interrupt.

"Those are the Weasley twins, Fred and George. They were able to steal you're map out of Filch's office in first year," I whispered to James.

"Oh, well then, hello!" he waved.

"We owe you so much!"
"That map helps us loads!"
"Almost never get caught!"

The twins spoke alternatively. James was surprised and delighted by their enthusiasm. They immediately went together in a group discussing all types of pranks. "It's like raising a child," Lily muttered, but I heard it. I laughed quietly.

"Weasleys and Hermione! We're going to the seats for the game!" I heard Arthur announce. "Oh! I had no idea the Potters were going to be here. Nice to see you again. We should all go together!"

"Again?" Harry asked, looking at his mom.

"We bumped into Mr. Weasley at the Ministry last week," Lily explained. He nodded, turning back to the rest of the Weasleys. We started heading to our seats at the top of the stadium. It may not be the best seat, but the view is great.

"How much farther up is our seat?" Ron wheezed.

"Let's just say, if it starts to rain, you'd be the first to know," came the sneer of Lucius Malfoy. I rolled my eyes, but turned to the ferret nevertheless.

"We're headed to the Minster's box. Invited by the Minister himself," Malfoy Jr. boasted.

"Now, now Draco. Don't boast. It's not worth it with these people," Malfoy Sr. coldly laughed. Lily had to hold James back, but I decided to mentally offend them.

"Listen to your daddy, Malfoy. He listens to you all the time. Like the time in the forest in first year, when Harry got his broom, and all those other times things didn't go your way," I casually spoke. "Oh wait. Why am I wasting my time talking to a pathetic daddy's boy barbie doll? Buh-bye." I turned on my heel but before I could walk away Malfoy Sr. hooked his cane on my shoe.

"Do enjoy the match. While you can," he sinisterly spoke.

"The sooner you're out of my sight I might be able to, so, shoo shoo," I waved my hands away from us, to which the Malfoys glared but followed.

James gave me a high five. "Ok, Harry you have to marry her. I love her," James laughed, sighing contently. Harry laughed a little uneasily. I hope it's because he's uncomfortable about the topic and not because he doesn't see me in his future. We finally made our way to the top of the stadium where our seats were located.

***

The Bulgarian team caught the snitch, but unfortunately, the Irish team won. I decided to go down there to congratulate them for coming this far. After teleporting to the lockers, I softly knocked on the door waiting for someone to open it. That someone happened to be Viktor Krum himself. "You did really well out there. The Irish team just got lucky," I told him. He chuckled softly before shaking his head.

"The Irish team won fairly. I just wasn't quick enough. Oh, well. There's always next year," he pointed out.

"True," I agreed. "I'm gonna go back to my tent, but I'll see you at Hogwarts. Bye Bulgarians!" I yelled so they could all hear me. They all replied with some sort of farewell term before Vic closed the door and I pivoted my heal towards the tent. Today was eventful, I thought to myself entering the magical tent.