The Survivors

Chapter 26

(A/N) My friends...brace yourselves.

Chapter 26

The match had been one for the history books. After a long fought battle that slogged on for nearly four hours, the American seeker ended the game on his own terms by catching the snitch. The final score was a dramatic 200-360 in favor of Britain, and the chaser trio from England looked unstoppable throughout the night. Oliver Wood had undoubtedly played the game of his allowing a measly five goals in the hoop in four hours. In the aftermath the game was already being discussed as one of the greatest defensive shut downs in the history of the World Cup.

The cheers, applause, and mayhem following the celebration had lasted for hours. Harry had joked with Daphne that at this rate he would be coming back to the site after his vacation time was up to get rid of the celebrations that seemed to never want to end.

It took sometime, but the group had made their way back to the campsite, and the celebrations raged on around them. Harry of course was remaining responsible in the face of possibly having to help the Security team, and of course looking out for his Godson remained his top priority. He had told his friends there was no need for them to hold back whatsoever as they celebrated with the jubilant English fans who were likely to burn the sight down if they weren't more careful with their magic.

Daphne herself was watching her friends go shot for shot with people for hours, and even partook in some herself. At some point however she looked at her boyfriend who looked hyper aware of everything going on around them. He even jumped into a few minor skirmishes throughout the night as people began to become too intoxicated. It was around this time that Daphne could also tell Teddy was beginning to lose some serious steam. The young boy had stayed at his godfather's side all night smiling and jumping with the celebrations, but as midnight came and went the young boy's eyes began dropping occasionally, and Daphne knew it was coming to be time to let him sleep. When Harry told his friends this they agreed to at least return to an area closer to their campsite so Harry could still partake and keep an eye on the tent his Godson would be resting on.

To say Harry was beefing his wards up around the site and placing alert charms everywhere would be an understatement. Had Daphne been more sober she would've been very impressed and interested in the man's defensive schemes. It was clear the ward scheme alone no longer satisfied Harry, especially when his godson's safety was on the line.

Harry left the group for nearly an hour as he put his Godson to bed, and the party had lost no steam in his absence. Daphne clung to the man when he returned and kissed him soundly. He grinned at the girl, "You know you guys are going to have detox for a week with how much alcohol has been consumed in the last two days."

The girl shook her head feeling the dizziness begin to set in, "Hey I watched all day as the country paraded my boyfriend around like a show pony. I watched quite a few females take their shot at you, but I stayed quiet knowing you would be going to bed with me tonight. We are all just having a good time."

This made Harry laugh, throwing an arm around the girl and kissing her on the head, "You handled it a hell of a lot better than anyone else. Besides, we have to celebrate properly."

The young woman smiled, kissing his jaw as she surveyed their friends. It was a mixture of bodyshots, dancing, and cheering chants. It was such a happy moment that the country, and their friend group, sorely needed.

Suddenly, Harry tensed next to her. His eyes quickly moved all over the place, clearly trying to see something that had brought him out of his focus on his friends and Teddy's tent. His arm came off her shoulders first, and when he reached into his pocket for his wand she knew something was wrong.