The Turn Of Events (Harry Potter)

4.5(Ireland vs Bulgaria)

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"You're going to go through tough times—that's life. But I say, 'Nothing happens to you, it happens for you.' See the positive in negative events."

—Joel Osteen

THIRD PERSON POV

Clutching their purchases, Mr. Weasley in the lead, they all hurried into the wood, following the lantern-lit trail. They could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around them, shouts and laughter, snatches of singing. The atmosphere off everish excitement was highly infectious; Harry couldn't stop grinning.

"Seats a hundred thousand," said Mr. Weasley, spotting the awestruck look on Harry's face. "Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle Repelling Charms on every inch of it." he added fondly, leading the way toward the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by a swarm of shouting witches and wizards.

"This is getting exciting" James whispered to himself as his eyes scanned the pages hurriedly. 

"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.

They clambered upward with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through doors into the stands to their left and right. Mr.Weasley's party kept climbing, and at last they reached the top of the staircase and found themselves in a small box, set at the highest point of the stadium and situated exactly halfway between the golden goal posts.

The field looked smoot has velvet from their lofty position. At either end of the field stood three goal hoops, fifty feet high; right opposite them, almost at Harry's eye level, was a gigantic blackboard. Gold writing kept dashing across it as though an invisible giant's hand were scrawling upon the blackboard and then wiping it off again; watching it,Harry saw that it was flashing advertisements across the field.

"This is so exciting, Imagine if we could ever play on this field too" Adalyn whispered excitedly staring at Harry with a huge grin. "I know right, Once in my life I'll sure be a quidditch player" He replied with the same enthusiasm.

James huge smile shriveled a bit as he read his son's words. He had the same dream. To play professional quidditch once in his life. 

Harry looked over his shoulder to see who else was sharing the box with them. So far it was empty, except for a tiny creature sitting in the second from last seat at the end of the row behind them.

"Dobby?" said Harry incredulously. "Huh? Dobby?" Adalyn whispered flummoxed searching here and there for the creature.

"That house elf?" Rabastan muttered incredulously. "Malfoy's house elf oh malfoy's ex house elf" Evan snickered at Lucius who glared at him. 

The tiny creature looked up and stretched its fingers, revealing enormous brown eyes and a nose the exact size and shape of a large tomato. It wasn't Dobby — it was, however, unmistakably a house elf, as Harry's friend Dobby had been.