Magical - Harry Potter Fanfiction

48| The World Cup

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.

I pulled my sleeping bag over my head, not wanting to get up.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked.

I took my head out of the sleeping bag and Harry looked kind of distressed.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," Harry said, sitting up and putting his glasses on.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's eight, time to get up. Molly says breakfasts ready," Hermione announced to everyone in the tent.

I moved my hair out of my face and rubbed my eyes.

"Do you know who Barty Crouch Junior is?" Harry asked me.

Why would Harry be asking me about Barty Crouch Junior?

"Yeah, he's Barty Crouch's son," I said, tired.

"Who's Barty Crouch?" Harry asked.

"Uh, Head of The Department of Magical Cooperation?" I said, pretty sure of my answer.

"International Magical Cooperation," Ginny corrected.

"Same thing," Ron said.

"Why are you asking about him, Mate?" Fred asked.

Harry shrugged. "Just wondering."

I made a mental note to ask him about that later.

"Come on guys, let's go have breakfast," Hermione encourage.

"I don't for the life of me understand how you're so damn perky this early in the morning," Mia said with a yawn, leaning onto Fred.

Hermione smiled, shook her head, left the tent and walked towards the house.

"We should probably go before Mum cracks it," George said.

I got out of my warm sleeping bag and grabbed onto Harry's arm.

"I don't think I slept at all last night," I said, directing my weight onto Harry as we walked.

"Me neither," Harry said.

We opened the back door and sat down at the kitchen table.

"I made pancakes, crumpets, and porridge. There's some homemade jam there too," Molly said, putting the food down on the table.

I reached for the orange juice jug, filled my cup halfway and filled the other half with pumpkin juice.

"That doesn't look good," Percy said.

"It is," I said.

"I'm gonna try that," Mia said, taking both jugs from next to me, pouring the drink and taking a sip. "That's pretty good. The flavours go really well together."

"So when are we leaving, Dad?" George asked.

"After breakfast. The match starts at five this evening but they'll be other stuff to do, and we can set up the tent and everything," Arthur said, taking a bit of a plum jam covered crumpet.

"Ireland vs Bulgaria," Fred stated. "Should be a good match."

"I'm Ireland all the way," I said, earning fives from Fred, George, Ginny, Draco and Hermione.

Unfortunately, we were in the minority.

"Ireland should have it down, they smashed Peru in the semifinals," George said. "Although Bulgaria does have Krum."

"What are you working on Perce?" Ginny asked.

"How many times do I have to say it? I don't like being called Perce. My name is Percy. Anyway, I'm working on a report for the Ministry. We're trying to standardise cauldron thickness. Leakages have been increasing lately."