A/N: I uploaded now 'cause I can't upload later :P
And now, my dedication goes to the most awesomest member on Wattpad (and spammiest)... it is...
AgentGalini! XD She's like the sister I never had and still want, even though we're no longer friends. If you read this, Galini, please think about what happened.
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I skipped along the path beside Fred and George, grinning wildly at all the laughter and singing surrounding us. The gong had just gone; we were now moving along a lantern-lit trail. The walk in the woods lasted about twenty minutes, and we talked loudly the whole time, our voices high with anticipation, joking around. When the trees broke, however, I stared, flabbergasted, at the huge stadium. A gold like glow seemed to surround it as we drew closer; many wizards were fighting to get in.
"Prime seats!" said the Ministry witch as she check our tickets when we had made our way down to the nearest entrance into the stadium. "Top box! Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go."
The stairs in the stadium were a rich, dark purple. We clambered up them with the rest of the crowd, a good third joining and leaving us at doors to the stands. Eventually, we reached a small box at the highest point in the stadium, placed exactly between the two gold goalposts. As we filed into the front seats, I looked down at the hundred thousand witches and wizards taking theirs. A shiver of excitement ran through me.
"I can't wait!" I exclaimed after a few minutes, bouncing up and down in my seat. George chuckled.
"'Fraid you're gonna have to."
"Eurgh!" I complained as Ron experimented with his Omnioculars.
"Wild!" he said, flicking a knob on the side. "I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again... and again... and again..."
"Did you buy anything, Wil?" Fred asked.
"Nah," I said, stretching my hands above me. "What's the point, if you didn't?"
"You didn't have to do it because of us!" George shoved me playfully and I opened my mouth to reply - but Fred beat me to it.
"You mean she did it for you."
"I'll kill you in your sleep," I hissed, and Fred smirked.
Meanwhile, the Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was trying to tell the Bulgarian Minister who Harry was.
"Harry Potter, you know," he said loudly. "Harry Potter... oh, come on now, you know who he is... the boy who survived You-Know-Who... you do know who he is-"
I snorted but hastily converted it into a cough as the Bulgarian wizard suddenly spotted the scar Harry bared.
"Knew we'd get there in the end," Fudge said wearily. Smiling slightly, I turned back to Fred and George just as Fudge said, "... ah, and here's Lucius!"
I wrinkled my nose. Lucius Malfoy; former supporter of You-Know-Who. And, where Lucius is... Draco is.
"I think I'm going to puke," I whispered to Fred and George as the Malfoys' sat down. I turned slightly in my seat just in time to see Draco send Harry and Ron a condescending look as he settled in between his mother and father.
"Slimy gits," Ron muttered as Ludo Bagman came charging into the top box.
"Everyone ready?" he beamed, his face almost splitting in two. "Minister - ready to go?"
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The Badass Weaslette (George Weasley Love Story) / never going to be finished
Fanfiction/ unfinished b/c I wrote this when I was like 13. I've grown out of this kind of ff now. Please stop asking me to continue this b/c I'm not going to. Thank you tho for still reading this even though it hasn't been updated since 4 years ago. <3 / Wi...
