Who am I? || DISCONTINUED

Chapter 8: Ireland VS Bulgaria

Reanna's P.O.V

Clutching our purchases, Arthur in the lead, we all hurried into the woods, following the lantern-lit trail. I could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around them, shouts and laughter, snatches of singing. The atmosphere of feverish excitement was highly infectious. I walked through the woods for twenty minutes, talking and joking loudly, until at last we emerged on the other side and found ourselves in the shadow of a gigantic stadium.

"Seats a hundred thousand," said Arthur. "Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle Repelling Charms on every inch of it. Every time Muggles have gotten anywhere near here all year, they've suddenly remembered urgent appointments and had to dash away again...bless them," he explained to Harry, Hermione and I, leading the way toward the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by a swarm of shouting witches and wizards.

"Prime seats!" said the Ministry witch at the entrance when she checked their tickets. "Top Box! Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go."

The stairs into the stadium were carpeted in rich purple. We clambered upward with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through doors into the stands to their left and right. We kept climbing, and at last we reached the top of the staircase and found ourselves in a small box, set at the highest point of the stadium and situated exactly halfway between the golden goal posts. About twenty purple-and-gilt chairs stood in two rows here, and I filed into the front row with the Weasley's.

I could see thousands of wizards and witches taking their place at their seats. Everyone was talking to each other excitedly discussing who would win. Fred and George were to my left and Hermione, to my right.

"Who do you think will win?" I asked Hermione.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not really sure. But from what I've heard, Bulgaria has the best Seeker."

Viktor Krum. That name popped up everywhere I went. People would be betting on the 2 teams, and say that Bulgaria would win because they have Viktor Krum. Ron also kept talking about how amazing he was and the twins would sometimes join in too. I sat with the twins beside me anxiously waiting for the game to start. Hermione, to my left, was skimming eagerly through her velvet covered, tasseled program.

"'A display from the team mascots will precede the match,"' she read aloud.

"Oh that's always worth watching," said Arthur. "National teams bring creatures from their native land, you know, to put on a bit of a show."

We sat there waiting for almost half an hour, and our box was now filled with wizards all excited for the match to start. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic was now making his way towards his seat in the Top Box. The Bulgarian Minister, who was being led by Fudge, was babbling something about Harry Potter. You could easily tell he was not fluent in English.

"Harry Potter, you know," Fudge told the Bulgarian minister loudly, who was wearing splendid robes of black velvet trimmed with gold and didn't seem to understand a word of English. "Harry Potter...oh come on now, you know who he is...the boy who survived You-Know-Who...you do know who he is -"

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly spotted Harry's scar and started gabbling loudly and excitedly, pointing at it.

"Knew we'd get there in the end," said Fudge wearily. "I'm no great shakes at languages; I need Barty Crouch for this sort of thing. Ah, I see his house-elf's saving him a seat....Good job too, these Bulgarian blighters have been trying to cadge all the best places...ah, and here's Lucius!"

Instantly, the whole Weasley family looked where Fudge was looking at. Three people were edging along to their seats in the second row. They all had blonde hair. There was a young boy, who looked the same age as Ron, Hermione and Harry.