World Cup Pt.1

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A/N- Based off of the movie because frankly, I don't have time to reread the book and I'm just trying to vibe out here. Obviously, not everything is going to be completely canon. I'll try my best to keep the characters as much like themselves as possible. For the most part, I will be attempting to stick to what I remember from the books. So I'm sorry if I accidentally give you whiplash from the book to movie switches.

Also, please excuse any accidental switches from 2nd to 3rd pov. I don't usually write in 3rd person pov.

Under "Selantro" on Ao3 and "OtakuUnicornNarwhal" on Quotev (Don't attack me, I've had that username since sixth grade). I don't use Wattpad to read or write fanfiction at all, but I've decided to post my fic here out of sheer curiosity of the stats. And I've heard the comments are funny, so there's that too. PS I genuinely do not understand how Wattpad and its tagging system works <333

~Obviously I do not own any of the characters or plot. That right goes to Jk Rowling.

Shall we begin?

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The world was quiet as one Y/N L/N approached the looming building loving dubbed "The Burrow." Most normal people had yet to wake while the sun rose inch by inch over the trees surrounding the land, but Y/N had special plans that required her awake; much to her dismay. No birds were to be heard at the slowly approaching dawn, only the light pads of worn sneakers on the dirt road.

        The gloomy, almost grayish morning should've seemed eerie to the young L/N who had only neared the whimsical structure just a minute ago, but she was more than elated to be there. The Weasley abode was something akin to a second home to her, having spent a good bit of the summer after the first Hogwarts term with her best friends at the Burrow. Y/N may have visited that year to see Harry and Ron, but she stayed for the sweet ginger lady who was currently eyeing the young girl through her kitchen window.

        Y/N was a second away from knocking on the aged door before her favorite Weasley nearly threw it open into her face. "Good morning Y/N dear. Come in, come in, you must be cold," the woman rushed cheerily as she ushered the slightly surprised girl into her home.

        "Morning, Mrs. Weasley, how have you been?" the H/C haired girl greeted politely.

         "Oh just fine. My my Y/N you've grown since the last time I've seen you. Must be that American air," Mrs. Weasley noted as she pinched the girl's cheek. "Now, Hermione's just arrived. Go wake up the boys, would you? Breakfast is ready. Those boys, always sleeping in!"

        With a quick nod, Y/N was sent up the several, winding sets of stairs into the very top floor of the Burrow. The trek was just the slightest bit unnerving for the girl for she hadn't seen her best friends since the end of the term. Although she attempted to write as much as possible, sending an owl over the Atlantic ocean over and over again seemed just a tad bit cruel. Finally, she reached the top landing, where the "sleeping beauties" were just about waking up.

        The commotion was could be heard from the narrow hallway, and it was very clear that Hermione was wreaking havoc on the slumbering boys. Just the way Y/N liked it. Excitedly, she stuck her head through the side of the doorway before entering the room with a large grin on her face. "Hey, guys."

        "Y/N! When'd you get here?" Hermione asked.

        "Just now," Y/N said. "You alright Harry?" she added, now turning her attention to the frazzled-looking boy. His emerald eyes were widened and he was staring at her with a look of bewilderment on his face.

        "It's-It's nothing," He lied. Frankly, Harry had not seen his friend in a while but she definitely looked different from the last time he had talked face to face with her. He knew his memory was not nearly as horrible as Neville's but he had the fainted recollection of a rather plain-looking E/C-eyed, H/C haired girl, and not the one standing in front of him right now. The boy wouldn't have gone as far as to think that she was abducted by perhaps a horde of cornish pixies only to be replaced by a better, more mature-looking version of herself, but the thought had undeniably crossed his mind.

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