Ezra Potter the cousin of the chosen one. The lover of Charlie Weasley. His life felt complete, but things quickly change as the Trizwizards Tournament goes very wrong.
Love is lost and new ones are found.
Ezra Potter will fight for those he cares...
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The audacity.
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Nobodies POV
"Come on please." Ezra whines, pouting
Charlie smirks and he playfully rolls his eyes. "Fine but don't over do it." Charlie says
Ezra cheers, taking out the face paint he had stored in his backpack. Charlie chuckles, already regretting his decision. But it was worth it to see the excitement in his boyfriends face.
....
"I can't believe you had me paint the bloody Bulgarians on your face." Ezra sneers, playfully. Charlie chuckles, "hey I let you paint my face." Charlie says
"You probably did it to torture me, I mean it's an amazing piece of art but you had to ruin it by picking the enemy." Ezra says
Charlie smirks and he leans forward, kissing the pout away. "Oh you big baby." Charlie says
"Don't think that me letting you seduce me, means that I forgive you." Ezra jokes "oh? Your letting me seduce you?" Charlie ask, amused.
We pan up the hillside onto a large stadium which seems to have a huge number of floors.
....
Ezra and the others climb to their seats. Flags of all nations ring the stadium and vendors apparate here and there among the crowd, selling their wares.
"Get your Quidditch World Cup programs! Only five Sickles!" Vendor yells
Fancy gold handwriting races, repeatedly across a giant blackboard: Gladrags Wizardwear -- London, Paris Hogsmeade..
"There's the Peruvian Minister for Tourism. And that man there's the African Head of Magical Games and -- oh lord -- there's Ali Bashir. He's been trying to import flying carpets for years. I keep telling him they'll never replace brooms, but sees a niche market for a family vehicle..." Arthur says
"Blimey Dad, how far up are we?" Ron ask
Lucius Malfoy and Draco are walking below them. Arthur tight as a drum, only glares. "Well put it this way, if it rains...you'll be the first to know." Lucius says
Ezra looked like he just smelled something nasty, making Charlie laugh. He had a hand on Ezra's hip, holding him close.
"Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." Draco says "Don't boast Draco. There's no need with these people. Do enjoy yourself won't you. While you can." Lucius says
Malfoy's eyes trail nastily over Hermione, landing on Harry. "Mr. Potter." Lucius says
Ezra mocks him behind his back. Fred watch's him with an amused grin.
Lucius turns to the other Potter, who quickly stops what he was doing. "Tell your father I said hello." Lucius sneers
Ezra rolls his eyes and flips him off, making Lucius gasp at the audacity. Charlie quickly pushes down the offending hand, but Ezra smirks and mocks a goodbye.
"Your going to get yourself killed one day." Charlie whispers against Ezras head. Ezra giggles at the feeling, his breath tickling his neck. "That's the plan." Ezra jokes
Lucius passes, with Harrys eyes on the walking stick in Lucius Malfoy's grip. A silver serpent encircles his finger, inlaid with emerald chips for eyes.
Harry eyes move from the stick, only to meet Draco's. For a brief moment, there was no hate between them. Harry had to admit, Draco was quite handsome, his dark robes suited his pale complexion.
Draco was thinking the same, the long hair suited the younger Potter, it made the green in his eyes stand out beautifully.
Draco swallows harshly and he keeps a cold face as he follows after his father.
....
The ceremonies begin. Balloons fly and fireworks go off.
Harry and the others have settled into the utmost row, where the wind whips coldly. "Come on up, take your seats. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for." Arthur says
As a fleet of broomsticks jet into view, a roar rises in the crowd.
"Come on!" George yells "It's the Irish! There's Troy!" Fred yells "And Mullet." George says "And here comes Moran..." Ezra yells, his eyes filled with glee.
Before Ezra can finish, a fleet of dark-clad riders soar over the opposite rim of the stadium.
The crowd roars again.
Five green and white figures fly through the air on their brooms leaving a colored trail behind them. A glittering leprechaun appears in the sky and starts dancing.
Everyone is excited.
"Here come the Bulgarians!" Charlie yells, making Ezra playfully glare.
"Who's that." Ginny asks, pointing to one particular young player.
Five red figures this time, one of them performs a stunt on his broom. One of them appears on the large screen. The crowd begins to chant 'Krum, Krum, Krum'.
"That, sis, is the best Seeker in the world." George says
"He flies rather well, doesn't he?" Hermione ask, Ezra playfully nudges her, making her turn and look at him. Ezra wiggles his eyebrows at her. Hermione blushes and she playfully pushes Ezra.
The boys exchange amused glances. "You could say that." Fred says, amused at Ezra and Hermione display.
Fred lifts his Omnioculars to his eyes and spins the dial. Through the Omnioculars, as he dials Krum in closer, then runs the image forwards and backwards....
He then goes to offer the Omnioculars to Ezra who excitedly takes them, surprising Fred with a kiss on the cheek.
Fred completely flushes, making Charlie lift an eyebrow in question.
"What's his name." Ginny ask
On cue, Thousands of fans on the opposite side of the stadium flip large cards bearing the face of a surly looking boy with thick eyebrows. Each one is emblazoned with his name.
"Krum." Hermione asks "Krum." The boys says
Viktor Krum waves to the crowd.
As the boys look up in admiration, Krum jets past the vast mosaic of his likeness with a nary a glance, flying with such breathtaking skill that Harry's jaw fairly falls open.
Ezra hands back the Omnioculars. "Thanks." Ezra says
Fred smiles happily.
In the Ministry box, Cornelius Fudge rises as Lucius Malfoy and Draco take their seats nearby.
"Good evening! It gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!" Fudge yells
A ball of light bursts from Fudge's wand. Harry watches Viktor Krum rocket upward, the crowd roaring, rising into the glittering night sky, the stadium growing smaller, a glimmering disc of light.
