The Pranking Queen

Chapter 3

Finally it was time, being a chaser myself, I couldn't wait to pick up different tricks and skills. We must be really high considering how many steps we have took, and were still taking. "Blimey dad, how far up are we?" Ron said, speaking everyone's thoughts. "Let's just say, if it rains, you'll be the first to know." Spoke a cold voice I associated mostly with my second year. Lucius Malfoy sneered, a few floors below but still heard and seen, and too close for my liking! "We are in the minister's box, invited by Mr Fudge himself." Draco bragged, smirking up at us.

"No need to brag Draco, there's no point with these people."
"Yes Draco, wouldn't want to upset your father, little daddy's boy." I reply
"At least I have a father, Potters."
"We do to." Me and Harry reply as we both know, no matter how many worlds away they were, they were still in our hearts, something Dumbledore told us in our first year. All of a sudden Malfoy sr's cane was attached to Harry's shoulder and said some words I couldn't hear.
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We were in our seats and the game was about to start, the Irish came in, with a floating leprechaun as their mascot. Seconds later the Bulgarians came in through the stomach of the green mythical creature.
             The match went on for around three hours before Krum caught the snitch but, as Fred and George predicted, Ireland still won as krum was to stupid to realise that they would still be ahead. But I learnt some valuable skills and couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts to try them out. Unfortunately, our captain, Oliver Wood finished his seventh year last term and we got a new captain, Angelina Johnson who Fred was madly in love with, pretty disgusting how he talked about her, and no I wasn't jealous.
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Back in the tent we heard a muffled noise, hard to make out. "Sounds like Ireland got their pride on." Fred stated.
"It's not the Irish, get back to the portkey. Fred, George, Ginny is your responsibility." My Weasley shouted.
And that's how we started sprinting out the tent, my hand fitting into Harry's hand, like it always does when I'm scared.