The Turn Of Events (Harry Potter)

4.4( Ludo Bagman)

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"Not every person we feel something deep and moving with is meant to make a home within us. Sometimes, people come into our lives to teach us how to love, and sometimes, people come into our lives to teach us how not to love" 
 -The strength in our scars

THIRD PERSON POV 

They had arrived on what appeared to be a deserted stretch of misty moor. In front of them was a pair of tired and grumpy-looking wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill. Both were dressed as Muggles, though very inexpertly:

"Morning, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, picking up the boot and handing it to the kilted wizard, who threw it into a large box of used Portkeys beside him.

"Hello there, Arthur," said Basil wearily. "Not on duty, eh? Hang on, I'll find your campsite. Weasley...Weasley . . ." 

He consulted his parchment list. "About a quarter ofa mile's walk over there, first field you come to. The site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory . . . second field . . . ask for Mr. Payne."

They started moving but was stopped by the man, "Blacks, you all got different tents" He said moving the parchment as Adalyn and Regan frowned looking at each other. "Excuse me? But why are we having a different tent?" Adalyn asked as the man looked at her.

"Ahh not all will fit in one tent, besides Mr. fudge has specially assigned it for you, your tent is two away from weasleys" He said moving on to the people behind them.

"He so wants do everything to hide up the ministry's fault" James scoffed shaking his head. 

"Fudge specially assigned it? How considerate" Adalyn whispered rolling her eyes. "Thanks, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, and he beckoned everyone to follow him, "I guess you all kids are going to decide who's staying together?"

"Mr. weasley, if it's alright us girl can stay in one tent" Arilene suggested as Arthur nodded his head, "Very well, but as it's assigned to the Blacks, I reckon Regan should stay there too, Ginny will be with us" Arthur said as everyone nodded.

Regan sighed shaking his head, "What am I supposed to do between all girls?" He whispered to Harry as he snickered, "Good luck baby black"

They said good-bye to the Diggorys and approached the cottage door. A man was standing in the doorway, looking out at the tents.Harry knew at a glance that this was the only real Muggle for several acres. When he heard their footsteps, he turned his head to look at them.

"Morning!" said Mr. Weasley brightly.

"Morning," said the Muggle.

"Would you be Mr. Roberts?"

"Aye, I would," said Mr. Roberts. "And who're you?"

"Weasley — a tent, booked a couple of days ago?"

"Aye," said Mr. Roberts, consulting a list tacked to the door."You've got a space up by the wood there. Just the one night?"

"That's it," said Mr. Weasley."You'll be paying now, then?" said Mr. Roberts."Ah — right — certainly —" said Mr. Weasley.