Ms. Horned Serpent (Harry x Reader x Draco)

The House Elf

"We're here! This is the portkey!" Arthur said, walking up to a old muddy boot. "Now everyone grab onto the boot, and let go when I say three." Everyone walked up to the boot and grabbed onto the boot, Harry grabbed on next to you. "1...... 2...... 3!" Arthur said, you let go. The world around you started to spin, and you started to fall.

You smashed onto the ground, hearing more thuds around you. You raised your head to see rows and rows of tents and harry, hermione, ron, fred, and george laying on the ground next to you. Percy, Cedric, Mr. Diggory, and arthur were walking up to everyone on the group. "How did you stay standing?" Fred said, getting up.

You got and brushed yourself off. "Where are we?" You asked.

"We're at the Quidditch world cup! Good bye, Arthur. We have to go check in." Mr. Diggory said, walking away with Cedric.

"We need to go check in." Arthur said, starting to walk to a small wooden shack. Everyone walked into the shack, there was a portly old man, who looked like a muggle.

"Hello, you here to check in on your campsite?" The man asked, as arthur took out five 20 pound notes.

"Is this enough?" Arthur asked, handing the money to the muggle.

"Yep, your the Weasley family right?" The man asked, arthur nodded. "Okay, your site is B38." Everyone left the shack and started to walk down the rows of tents to find your site.

"After the tent is up, we can go to the game." Arthur said, started to put up the tent with magic. You helped put up the girls tent, and soon everyone was walking up to your seats.

"Where are we sitting?" You asked.

"In the minister's box, he invited us." Arthur said, The stairs into the stadium were carpeted in rich purple. You clambered upward with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through doors into the stands to their left and right. The party kept climbing, and at last you reached the top of the staircase and found yourself in a small box, set at the highest point of the stadium and situated exactly halfway between the golden goalposts. About twenty purple-and-gilt chairs stood in two rows here, you looked out the giant windows, and the scene was beautiful.

A hundred thousand witches and wizards were taking their places in the seats,which rose in levels around the long oval field. Everything was suffused with a mysterious golden light, which seemed to come from the stadium itself. The field looked smooth as velvet from their lofty position. At either end of the field stood three goal hoops, fifty feet high; right opposite them, almost at your 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, you saw that it was flashing advertisements across the field.

"Dobby?" You heard Harry say, you turned to see a house elf. 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.

"Dobby? Who's Dobby?" You asked, the name not ringing a bell.

"Dobby was Malfoy's old house elf. Dobby hated being with that family, and he always got death threats from the family. He got freed at the end of 2nd year." Harry said. You had no idea about dobby, a pang of hurt spread over you.

"Did sir just call me Dobby?" squeaked the elf curiously from between its fingers.Its voice was very high, a teeny, quivering squeak of a voice. Ron and Hermione spun around in their seats to look.

"Sorry," Harry told the elf, "I just thought you were someone I knew."

"But I knows Dobby too, sir!" squeaked the elf. She was shielding her face, as though blinded by light, though the Top Box was not brightly lit. "My name is Winky, sir - and you, sir -" Her dark brown eyes widened to the size of side plates as they rested upon Harry's scar. "You is surely Harry Potter!"

"Yeah, I am," said Harry, embarrassment lacing his face.

"But Dobby talks of you all the time, sir!" she said, lowering her hands very slightly and looking awestruck.

"How is he?" said Harry. "How's freedom suiting him?"

"Ah, sir," said Winky, shaking her head, "ah sir, meaning no disrespect, sir, but I is not sure you did Dobby a favor, sir, when you is setting him free." 

"There's the firecracker!" Fudge said, walking into box, and pulling you over to a old Bulgarian man. "this is the Bulgarian minister."

"It's nice to meet you." You shook his hand.

"Is the girl the fire one?" The Bulgarian minister asked fudge.

"Yes! Why don't you show him?" Fudge asked. You made a ring of sparks and made it explode like fireworks. "Oh! Isn't that amazing! Oh, hello weaterbey." Fudge said to percy, who was bowing so low that his glasses fell off his face. You sat with Harry, and waited for the game to start.