𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 | 𝗵.𝗷.𝗽

fourth year .*･｡ﾟ.*･ 19

t h i r d  p e r s o n    (L y r a)

"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill." A voice spoke.

Lyra sat up, slightly dizzy, and watched as Harry and Ron struggled to their feet. She slowly picked herself up off the ground and dusted off her clothes.

She zoned out as Mr Weasley talked to a wizard dressed in strange muggle clothing, who then threw their portkey into a pile of other strange muggle items, and told them where their camps would be.

The group walked through the bustling crowd, Lyra pushing past people clad in bright green, cheering loudly, and tents putting themselves up. Her shoulders hurt from carrying her large pack all morning.

The two groups split up to find their campsites, the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione going one way, and the Diggorys and Lyra continuing on straight, through the jostling mass of Quidditch fanatics.

They arrived at their campsite, and Mr Diggory began to set up their tent while the two teenagers talked.

"This is so exciting, I can't believe I'm actually here." Lyra said. "Thanks again for giving me that ticket."

"It's no problem." Cedric said, smiling warmly. "Between you and me, I'm glad it means that it's not just me and dad." Lyra laughed at that.

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The stadium was huge, packed with more wizards than Lyra thought she had ever seen all in one place. Half the crowd was dressed head to toe in green, the other side in red. Lyra herself had donned a green scarf, if only for Cedric's sake.

The Weasleys arrived at their seats shortly after them, all dressed for the occasion.

The Irish team shot through the air suddenly, startling Lyra. A cheer went up from the crowd as they flew around the stadium proudly. The ends of their brooms trailed white and green powder.

Fire works went off above their heads, in the shape of a giant leprechaun, in the colours of the Irish flag.

"Here come the Bulgarians!" George cheered, as the team adorned in red rocketed through the air. The crowd roared louder.

"Good evening!" Cornelius Fudge's magically amplified voice boomed, silencing the mass of witches and wizards.

"As Minister for Magic, it gives me great pleasure.. to welcome each and every one of you..." the crowd waited in suspense. "To the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup! Let the match begin!"

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"That was a great game!" Lyra said to Cedric, her cheeks rosy with joy as they pushed their way through loud Irish supporters and sulking Bulgarian fans. "I'm so glad Ireland won! It was close!" Cedric grinned.

Explosions started to go off from further into the crowd. Lyra assumed it was the Irish showing pride for their team, until she heard screams of horror coming from the same direction.

Mr Diggory caught on quickly, and hurriedly shepherded the two teenagers into a large group of wizards dressed in green, before rushing off, wand out.

Cedric grabbed her arm, to keep them from getting separated as the group rushed and pushed through the chaos.

"Follow me." He said, his voice filled with worry, as he started to shove his way through the crush. She watched with terror as they got pulled away from each other.