The story of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, with a twist; thanks to a black haired beauty who came in with a bang.
Raven Howendale; a name that will go down in wizarding history.
Golden Trio Era
Durmstrang Student
Goblet of Fire - Deathly Hallows...
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The World Cup
If you ain't scared you ain't human ~Alby
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A/N in case you haven't figured when a conversation is in Bulgarian the English is in bold brackets after. Mostly just to remind you the conversation is in Bulgarian. This won't be as common the further throughout the books.
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August 25th, 1994
The patchy grass buckled weakly beneath the cheerful crowds' weight, as the witches and wizards rushed around. The date was August 25th, 1994, and today was the 422nd Quidditch World Cup, Ireland vs Bulgaria, and the excitement was high. Raven practically skipped through the crowds, her Uncle Lee chasing behind her; laughing at her and begging her to slow down. She couldn't, she was too excited.
Lines of red was painted across her face, and around her eyes were delicately crafted lines, contrasting her eyes and causing her stormy grey orbs to shine brightly. Her jet black hair was twisted elegantly into two braids which reached her mid-back, when not floating behind her as she ran towards the tent.
Skidding around a corner of a tent Raven groaned as she hit something. Raven stumbled back as she held onto the shoulders of the figure she ran into, "Oh! Sorry," She groaned her accent rich, as she lightly ran her tongue across the top of her lips, before glancing around the green-clad area she was surrounded in. "Woah." She stood out like a sore thumb with her face covered in the red paint.
"'Tis alright." The boy beamed, his smile drooping upon noticing the crimson paint across her face, "You supporting Bulgaria then?" The boy questioned.
Raven smiled brushing a hand through her hair, "Yeah, born and raised." She then looked around at the green-coated tents and let out a laugh, "I take it you're supporting Ireland?" The boy muttered a yes as the black-haired girl twiddled her thumbs, "Well that's slightly awkward. Oh, I'm Raven by the way." She then held out a small hand awaiting the Irish boy to shake it back.
"Seamus, Seamus Finnigan." Seamus then looked over the girl's shoulder, his eyes lighting up at the sight of someone, "Harry! Ron! Hermione!" The three teenagers whipped their heads towards the noise before smiling at their friend, "Like the decorations?" Seamus grinned, "The Ministry's not too happy."
Raven turned to face the trio, her eyes glancing over the bushy-haired girl, a ginger, and a raven-haired boy, who all stood awkwardly across the path.
A voice tutted from inside a tent causing the five students heads to whip towards her, "Ah, why shouldn't we show our colours?" Mrs. Finnigan said tentatively, "You should see what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents. You'll be supporting Ireland, of course." The woman eyed the three beadily, as they all shook their heads vigorously.
