The Lost Potter-Draco Malfoy

Chapter 20 ✔️

Charlotte's POV- 

The quidditch world cup was going to start any minute. My family plus Sirius, and the Weasley's were invited to be in the Minister's box. I sat between Hermione and Ginny, wearing a ridiculous large red hat, and scarf.

"The Potter's you know? Harry Potter?" Mr. Fudge said to the Bulgarian Minister. Who I knew spoke English clearly but was messing with Fudge. 

"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 Bulgarians minister's eyes widened, and he pointed at Harry's scar.

"Knew you would get there in the end. How was your summer, Harry? We saw each other last summer, you know?" Fudge told the other minister.

My father introduced me to the minister, with who I had to grudgingly shake hands with, secretly whipping my hand on my trousers when they weren't looking.

"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!" Crouch said, I didn't realize that the Malfoy's were walking down the stands.

Malfoy walked behind his parents and, I watched him glare at Harry, Ron, and Hermione before his eyes landed on me. I managed a nod at him, I still haven't forgotten how he helped me when I was crying last year. Malfoy smirked at me lazily, he looked at his father who was still busy talking to Mr. Fudge, before winking at me. 

"Ah, Fudge. How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?" Lucius Malfoy said, drawing my attention. Mr. Fudge nodded at them, bowing his head. 

"How do you do? How do you do?" 

"And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk - Obalonsk - Mr. - well, he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else - you know Arthur Weasley, I dare say? And of course, James Potter and Sirius Black?"

"Good lord, Arthur. What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"

"That's none of your business, blondie." Sirius spat; Lucius glared at him rolling his eyes. 

"Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He's here as my guest." The Minister said, clearly not listening.

"How nice." Mr. Weasley said, Mr. Malfoy's eyes landed at me, he tilted his head at me, narrowing his eyes. 

"Is this your child, Potter? Draco has mentioned there is another Potter that has shown up." My father nodded, stiffly.

"Yes."

"Interesting how she just pops out of nowhere suddenly after all these years?" Dad didn't answer, as Mr. Malfoy looked at the time.

"Oh, I better go. The match is about to start." The three of them walked to their seats, Malfoy and I glanced at each other before he followed his father. 

"Slimy gits." Charlotte heard Ron mutter.

"Everyone ready?" Ludo Bagman shouted,

"Ready Minister?"

"Ready when you are, Ludo," -

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After the match we walked back to our tents that we shared with Sirius. Sirius took out a bowl of soup from the fridge, it was just him and I since Harry and dad we're still talking to the Weasley's.