What if Harry Potter had a cousin on his father's side?
Mackenzie (Moon) Nightshade, a transfer student from Beauxbatons; after her horrible aunt passes, she moves to Yorkshire to live with her Godfather (Remus Lupin). Follow her journey of babysitt...
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"Harry, Harry, Harry!" Harry was shaken awake, he opened his eyes and saw his cousin staring down at him grinning.
"What?" He asked rubbing his tired eyes.
"Ron got tickets to the world cup, he's picking us up tomorrow at 11 o'clock. Come on, let's make breakfast, I think Lupin is home. Moon left walking downstairs spotting a past out Lupin on the couch. Moon put a pot of warm butterbeer on and placed a blanket over her godfather. She left his butterbeer next to him and put toast into the toaster. Moon walked back to her room, spotting Harry packing already.
"Have you been to the world cup before?" Harry exclaimed bouncing around the room in glee.
"No this will be my first but I've seen a small game in Creuse, France. With Fleur and Gabby. It was awesome, went for a went, North vs South." Moon grinned walking Harry zip up his rucksack and pull a scarf on looking ready to leave.
"Well this year it's Ireland vs Bulgaria, I have my beats on Bulgaria, got the best seeker, they have." Harry smile, standing at the door of his make-shift bedroom.
"Don't let Seamus hear you say that." Moon joke noticing Harry ready to leave. "Hey, we're not leaving until tomorrow."
"I know but this is the world cup, a once in a lifetime opportunity." Harry preached cheerfully.
"Yeah that happens every 4 years, come on I need help with breakfast before I burnt the toast. Be quiet Remmy sleeping."
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" Come on Ron, hurry up!" Mr Weasley trudged up the hill with 7 tired teenagers slugging behind.
"Why did we have to get up so early?!" Ron complained, dragging his feet as he walked.
"If we want to get there on time-"
"Arthur!" The voice hollowed all 8 of them glanced up at a man with chestnut brown hair, he carried a massive backpack and mismatched clothes. His face held a big smile as he beckoning them over.
"Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." Mr Weasley gestured to Ron who was yawning in the corner. "This is Amos Diggory everyone, works with me at the ministry." Seconds later a young boy with dusty brown dropped out of the sky, landing next to Amos, surprising the eight of them. "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" The newcomers shook hands with everyone and continued walking to the portkey. They got to the top of the hill, coming to a stop at an old, dank boot. They all surrounded it.
"Why are we all standing around that manky old boot?" Harry asked voice laced with confusion.
"That isn't just any old manky boot, mate," Fred answered chuckling.
"It's a portkey," George added in. Everyone in the circle crutched down lying on their chest and placed their hands on the boot. Amos began to count down, Arthur realised Harry hadn't grabbed the portkey.
"Harry!" The boy snapped out of his daze clapping onto the shoe as they all started to spin in circles. "Let go kid!" Arthur screamed over the nosy wind.
"WHAT?!" Hermione shrieked.
"Let's go!" The young Weasley, Harry, Hermione and Moon released their tight hold toppling onto the ground, while Arthur, Amos and Cedric floated down gracefully. Grinning at the teenagers who lay windblown on the ground.
They paraded across a field approached a giant crowd cheering, tents littered the field. "Well kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!" They all marvelled at the sight before them. Witches, Wizards, house-elves and pets covered from as far as they could see, magic sprouting from everywhere. Fork music filled their ears, the two families slipt up making their way to their accommodation. Following Arthur, the young Weasleys, Hermione and the cousins treaded through the campsite, eyes glistening with curiosity. Reaching a small tent after about a 20-minute walk, it looked like it could only fit three people comfortably. Confused Harry entered the tent finding a large room with beds, a full kitchen and a living room. The three girls stood in the corner fighting over which bunk they get, Ron loaded his bag onto a bed and Fred and George sat feet on the table, while Mr Weasley repeatedly told them off. Hermione, Ginny and Mackenzie soon strutted past Harry with their arms linked.
"Where are you girls off too?" Arthur questioned.
"We're going to get food from the stalls," Ginny replied.
"Oww, I want to get some stuff for the game, come on Fred." Fred and George joined onto the chain linking arms with Hermione and Moon.
"I'm coming too, Harry you can get that scarf you wanted." Much to the girls' disappointed the four boys joined them as they made their way to the market stalls.
