𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓎 ~𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

~𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕿𝖜𝖔~ (edited)

𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚎𝚝

"ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ" ― ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄᴜs ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

As the afternoon wore on and the sun sank lower into the horizon, the campground steadily filled with more and more people. Salesmen wandered between tents, offering a variety of souvenirs, their carts clattering loudly with every step they took.

"I'm going to see what they're selling. Want to come along?" Harry asked. I wasn't sure who he was talking to until his eyes landed on me.

"Let me grab my money," I replied.

I slipped a velvet pouch off my bed and followed Harry, his green eyes gleaming, as we stepped out of the tent. Hermione and Ron trailed closely behind, eager to make some purchases as well.

Ron rushed over to a cart selling Viktor Krum figurines and bought a ridiculous dancing shamrock hat. I, on the other hand, couldn't resist the miniature brooms that flew in circles. I handed over the money, the salesman's eyes widening at the amount, but he accepted it without hesitation.

"I just don't get it," I muttered as we walked past more carts. "Why not use Muggle money? It's so much easier than this."

"Ask Fudge. He's the Minister, after all," Harry quipped, clearly unimpressed.

"I'd rather not," I sighed. "Fudge is a self-absorbed idiot who couldn't see the truth if it hit him in the face."

Hermione gave me a sympathetic look. "Your father will be free soon, Ara."

"Yeah, I know. That's what everyone keeps telling me."

An awkward silence followed until Harry spotted a cart selling something that caught his attention. He darted through the crowd and stopped at a display of golden trinkets.

"Omnioculars!" the salesman said enthusiastically. "They let you replay the action, slow it down, and even provide play-by-play commentary. A real bargain—ten Galleons each."

Ron, who was still clutching his shamrock hat, sighed. "I wish I hadn't bought this now."

"I'll take four pairs," Harry said with a small bounce of excitement.

"Four?" I raised an eyebrow. "Harry, I don't need one. I can see the game just fine."

"You don't want to miss anything, especially after you made that bet with Fred and George," he insisted.

"Fine, but I'm paying for mine."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"Nope."

"Yes," I said more firmly, but before I could act, Harry quickly ordered the four pairs from the salesman.

Hermione gave me a knowing look and raised her eyebrows with a soft "hmm."

"What?" I asked quietly, while Harry handed over the money.

"Oh, nothing," she replied with a smile.

"Harry, you didn't have to," Ron protested, holding the Omnioculars and blushing slightly. "I'll pay you back... eventually."

"Don't worry about it," Harry said, waving him off.

"But—"

"You won't be getting christmas gifts," Harry reasoned, as he handed the other pairs to Hermione and I. "For about ten years."