The Goblet of Fire - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

3: Ireland Vs Bulgaria

Clutching their purchases, Mr Weasley in the lead, they all hurried into the wood, following the lantern-lit trail. Y/N had Ellie's hand clasped tightly in his own. They could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around them, shouts and laughter, snatches of singing. They walked through the wood for twenty minutes, talking and joking loudly, until at last they emerged on the other side, and found themselves in the shadow of a gigantic stadium. Though Y/N could only see a fraction of the immense gold walls surrounding the pitch, he could tell that it was at least ten times bigger than the stadium at Hogwarts, and would comfortably fit ten cathedrals.

"Seats a hundred thousand," said Mr Weasley, spotting Harry's awestruck look. "Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle-Repelling Charms on every inch of it. Of course, not for magical Muggle guardians or family members -"

"Ellie," Y/N suddenly said, curiosity etched in his voice. "You can see it, can't you?"

"Of course I can," she said, as they made their way to the entrance. It should have been obvious really, her dumbstruck look said it all. "It's enormous."

"I guess that means the magic of the stadium regards you as my actual family member, then." Y/N pondered.

"Actually, all of your siblings should be able to see it," Hermione told him. "According to my research, any Muggle living under the same roof of a witch or wizard is impervious to Muggle-Repelling Charms. That's why they can see the Leaky Cauldron and access Diagon Alley, and regular Muggles can't."

"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."

Mr Weasley looked rather agitated when he saw that Y/N had managed to secure tickets to the Top Box aswell. It seemed that he had hoped Y/N wouldn't be sitting near the Weasleys during the actual match, as Top Box tickets were not cheap, apparently he was wrong.

The stairs into the stadium were carpeted in rich purple. They clambered upwards 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 stadium and situated exactly halfway between the golden goalposts. About twenty purple-and-gilt chairs stood in two rows here, and Y/N, filling into the seats with Ellie, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys, looked down upon a scene the like of which he could never have imagined.

A hundred thousand witches and wizards were taking their places in the seats which rose in levels around the long oval pitch. Everything was suffused with a mysterious golden light that seemed to come from the stadium itself.

Ellie was quivering in excitement, and had an expression of utmost longing on her face as she stared at the entrance far below, where the players would soon be zooming out on their brooms.

Y/N tore his eyes away from her and 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. The creature, whose legs were so short whey stuck out in front of it on the chair, was wearing a tea towel draped like a Toga, and it had its face hidden in its hands. It had long bat-like ears. It was undoubtedly a house-elf.

"Dobby?" came the sudden voice of Harry incredulously.

Y/N recognised that name. Dobby had been a house-elf belonging to the Malfoy family, whom had almost killed Harry multiple times trying to save him. Harry had freed him of his enslavement during their second year of Hogwarts. Y/N had never actually properly seen Dobby before. At the time of his release from slavery, Y/N had caught a brief glimpse of the elf's face, but had never taken a closer look.