The Girl who Survived (Fred Weasley)

CH 26. The World Cup

~Fred's POV~

"Why is everyone standing around that manky old boot?" Harry asked Elodie.

"That's not just any manky old boot, mate," I told him before she could say anything.

"It's a portkey," George told him as we walked over into position.

It was always a bit exciting to let Harry in on something new about magic since he grew up around muggles. At times it tended to upset Elodie, but it was just one of those things she hated talking about. We all knew that she was brought up by Professor McGonagall, while Harry had to live with their aunt and uncle. Mum and dad had talked once about how their situation was unfortunate. Something with their parents not having changed their will in time to make McGonagall Harry's official guardian as well.

Alright, if she wanted me to play the part of the nice guy I would. It was easy to do it with her brother and her friends. This shouldn't be any different. I'd do a damn good job of it too. Better than any other bloke would. I subtly tried to position myself next to Elodie, but leave it to Ginny to push her way in.

"Stop it," She told me subtly with a firm voice that was basically her way of telling me to 'piss off'.

Before we knew it, we were off, spinning and zooming through the sky and coming down in a crash. It was enough to knock the breath out of us. But today's excitement was enough to bring George and I back to our feet. I looked over and saw her helping Ginny up, before following dad into the campsite.

"You alright mate?" Bill asked.

"I'm going to tell her, today. She should know," I said with a smile on my face.

"This should be good," Charlie added with a snicker in his tone.

There were thousands of tents stretched from the cliff to the arena. But dad knew exactly where we were going. Mr. Diggory and dad said their goodbyes and made plans to meet before the match began.

"You're sure you don't want to stay with us? Share a tiny cot with me?" Cedric asked her.

"You left me all summer, now it's my turn to leave you. And I promised Ginny I'd stay with her and Mione," She told him confidently. There would be no changing her mind. To me it seemed cold, but she was probably just toying with him. But she did have a point. He left her all summer, that couldn't have been a good sign.

"She's mine now," Ginny said and pulled Elodie away from him early enough to spare us all the sight of them snogging.

"See ya later Cedric!" Georgie and I called to him as we parted ways. There, already making an improvement.

"Home sweet home," Dad said to everyone as we entered the tent.

We went into our tent and spread out to fill the space immediately. The girls began throwing their blankets around causing them to squeal a bit. Georgie and I went and sat at the dinner table and kicked our feet up. Ron was, well Ron.

"Girls choose a bunk and unpack. Boys on one side girls on the other. Ron Get out of the kitchen. We're all hungry." Dad called out as he walked throughout the tent.

"Yeah get out of the kitchen Ron!" Georgie and I mimicked.

"Feet off the table," Dad said to George and me.

"Feet off the table," we mimicked once more.

We stayed in our tent until it was time for the match to begin. Georgie and I snuck off for a bit to place a bet, our entire life savings in fact. When we returned the girls were at the table chatting and sporting their Irish pride.