Window into the Past

🌙49🌙

We finally made it to the very top of the stadium, panting since it was a big climb. I sat in between Hermione and Ginny, holding the Omnioculars Harry bought me and the programme Hermione got me.

"Dobby?" I heard Harry say. I turned around to see a house elf, but it wasn't Dobby.

"Did sir just call me Dobby?" the house elf's voice was very squeaky. "Oh, sorry," Harry mumbled. "But I knows Dobby too sir," she told him. "I am Winky, sir, you sir, you is surely Harry Potter. Dobby talks about you all the time."

"How is he doing? How's freedom treating him?" Harry asked her. "Ah, I mean no disrespect sir but I is not sure you did Dobby a favour, setting him free," Winky told him. "It's gone to his head. Freedom. He's demanding pay for his work."

"What's wrong with that?" Harry muttered. Winky let out a very dramatic gasp. "House elves is not paid sir! I said to Dobby to find a nice family, to devote your life to them."

I noticed an empty spot next to Winky

I turned back around and Ron looked at me. "At least Angie was more normal," he said to me.

Everyone else was coming up and sitting in the box. I looked around the stadium, seeing the green decorations and the red decorations.

Basically everything in my peripheral vision was decorations. "Oh, shit," I heard Tia grumble. "Could this get any worse?!"

"What's the matter?" I asked her.

"The Malfoys," she sighed. "Oh ugh," I shuddered. "Malfoy is here," I told Hermione.

"Oh, not that foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach," Hermione complained.

***

"Ah, Lucius!" Fudge greeted him. "I'm sure you know Arthur and Tatiana."

Mr Weasley glared at him as did Tia. "Oh sure, sure, who could forget the man who tried to get my own niece expelled over a rumour," Tia didn't take her eyes off him.

"We apologise for that, Tatiana," Narcissa Malfoy told her. "Do we?" Lucius looked at his wife.

I turned around, making my presence known. I hate it when people talk about me as if I'm not right next to them.

"Everyone ready?" Bagman came into the box as we sat down.

"Did Mum know her in school?" I asked her. "Not that I'm aware of," she told me.

"Without further ado, let me introduce the Bulgarian Team Mascots!"

Approximately a hundred Veela ran onto the pitch. Veela were like the women that are described in fairytales and proper fiction.

They were dancing around the pitch and I noticed Harry stand up and Ron literally drooling. "Oh, I forgot, Veela make boys go gaga," I rolled my eyes.

"How do we snap them out of it?" Hermione asked me. "Tia says slapping them across the face works," I told her. "It does," Tia agreed with me. I went over to Harry, who was by the railing. I pulled him back and he was still out of it. "I'm sorry about this."

I smacked him and he immediately came back to Earth. "OW! Why would you do that?!"

"You'll thank me later," I smirked, pushing him back into the seat. "Did you have to hit me so hard?" Harry whined, rubbing his cheek.

"You were about to pitch yourself off the edge," Ginny told him. "Joy smacked you to snap you out of a trance."

"Oh, well, she hits really hard," Harry grumbled. "I can hit you again if you really want," I smirked at him.

"No thanks!"

"And now the Irish Team Mascots!" Bagman announced. Something resembling a green comet zoomed around the pitch.

I looked up and it started raining gold. "Is that a leprechaun?" I asked Tia.

"Indeed it is," she smiled, catching some of the gold that was falling. I caught a good handful of it too.

"And now introducing the Bulgarian Team! Dimitrov, Ivanova, Zograf, Levski, Vulchanov, Volkov and Krum!"

All the Bulgarian supporters were cheering very loudly. "There he is!" Ron was fanboying again. "It's Krum!"

"And now introducing the Irish Team! Connolly, Ryan, Troy, Mullet, Moran, Quigley and Lynch!"

I cheered, well, I shrieked like a banshee, which is basically the same thing.

The match began and there were moving so fast. All the Irish team had Firebolts, just like me and Harry. All I could see were the green and red blurs zooming past.

I looked through my Omnioculars and turned the small dial so in my eyes, they moved slower. I could just make out Moran passing the Quaffle to Troy.

"TROY SCORES!"

"YES!" I cheered, jumping up and down. The Irish Chasers were far better than the Bulgarians. I mean Krum was a good Seeker but just because you catch the Snitch, doesn't mean you win.

Ireland kept on scoring on and on, Bulgaria had no hope, let's be honest here.

Maybe I could pretend to be Irish to get onto their team. Lots of people can't tell the difference between a Scottish and Irish accent. I could fool them, probably.

"MORAN SCORES!" Bagman announced and I cheered again. Unfortunately, the cheers of the Irish supporters were drowned out by the Veela shrieking in disappointment.

Ireland were far ahead in points but Krum..obviously not the smartest cookie of the bunch because he caught the Snitch while there were over one hundred and fifty points behind!

"What a numpty!" I exclaimed.

"IRELAND WIN! KRUM CATCHES THE SNITCH BUT IRELAND WIN!"

"Pay up, Bagman!" Tia ordered, while laughing her head off.