Love Explosion: Book Two

The Quidditch World Cup

        The Sun had just begun to set when we put on our hats and rosettes Seamus had bought and made our way to the stadium. The match would start in a little over two hours. Our seats were reserved but we still left early to get there on early. Mrs. and Mr. Finnigan led us as they held hands. I loved being around the Finnigans, they were so happy. Lights from the stadium could be seen just ahead. I looked up at them, excitement filling my body. When I got really happy or excited, I did this thing where I would jump from one leg to the other and squeal. I tried to hold back but failed. After I had done my dance/squeal, Seamus chuckled and said,

"You are absolutely adorable," I was glad it was dark because I blushed.

Finally, we made our way to the middle section of the stadium. My hand gripped onto Seamus' tightly. I spotted our seats as we climbed the stairs. We inched past the people already in the row. They gave us dirty looks even though the only view we were blocking was their view of the other side of the stadium. Mr. Finnigan sat down, then his wife, Seamus, me. The seat to my left was empty, thank goodness! Loudness filled the entire stadium, not because anything exciting happened, just because so many people were talking at once. The excitement of the day had given me a setting headache. Luckily, it was only the lights that bothered me, not the sound. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the seat. I took a deep breath and tried to make it as dark as possible. When we had sat down, my hand had left Seamus' and retreated into my sweater sleeve. The openings of my sleeves were balled up in the palm of my hand to warm my numb fingers. Dew to pour circulation on both sides of my family, when it got too cold, my fingers would get very cold and numb. Sometimes my toes would too, but not as bad. Out of nowhere, Seamus nudged my shoulder,

"Are you sleeping?" he asked, I smiled.

"No, my head just hurts, the lights were bothering me," I had sat up and was trying to warm my hands by cupping and breathing into them. Seamus grabbed my right hand and laced my fingers with his.

"Blimey!" he muttered.

"What?"

"Your hands are freezing!" he said. I laughed and pulled my hand away and acted as if I was trying to warm them. Once he wasn't looking, I put the backs of my fingers against his face, he jumped, "Could ya not?" he laughed. He grabbed my wrists so I couldn't do it again. I giggled and leaned against him. I felt him kiss the top of my head. A flash of light came from beside us, Mrs. Finnigan had taken a picture," Mum," Seamus whined.

"What? I should be able to take a picture of me very handsome son and his very beautiful girlfriend!" she protested. She turned back to her husband.

"You are very handsome, aren't you?" I said to Seamus. He rolled his eyes. I pulled myself up and kissed him gently, careful not to touch his face. He pulled back,"What?" I asked.

"Your nose is cold."

"God! I hate you!" I groaned, resting my head on his shoulder and sitting on my hands to warm them. Then, out of nowhere, in whooshed the Irish team! Loads of people cheered. I stood with Seamus,"Yeah!" As they flew, fireworks exploded into a dancing leprechaun. "Ireland! Ireland!" we began to chant. Ireland did a sweep around the arena, a banner dropped to our right, 'Top O' The Mornin,' "This is amazing." I breathed. The music changed, red fireworks exploded the dancer as the Bulgarians flew into the Irish, causing them to fly out of the way. All Bulgarian supporters chanted,

"Krum! Krum! Krum!" a very large image of him covered the stadium.

"Good evening!" Cornelius Fudge boomed, "As Minister of Magis, it gives me great pleasure... to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!" he paused. I gripped Seamus' hand. "Let the match... begin!" with the light of his wand, the crowd went wild.

The game was absolutely amazing! At first, it seemed that the Bulgarians were going to pull through. Then, the Irish fought back. Krum had gotten the snitch but the Irish were still many points ahead. They won a great victory. I had jumped with joy at the winning announcement. Mr. and Mrs. Finnigan had yelled in excitement. Once again, we all cheered, "Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!"

It took a good while for us to make it back to the tent. The crowds were insane. The Irish were celebrating, the Bulgarians were sulking. We got inside the tent.

"That was amazing!" I jumped in Seamus' arms. The sounds of cheers and laughter still roared behind us.

"Yes, indeed it was," Mrs. Finnigan exclaimed.

"Oh, the luck of the Irish!" I sang. Seamus spun me under his arm. Spinning me back in, he dipped and kissed me. Another flash of the camera. I blushed, standing on my feet, laughing.

"You children are so-" a large boom! came from outside, followed by screams. Seamus pulled me close to his chest. Mr. Finnigan went outside the tent,"It's probably just our fellow Irish celebrating." Seamus didn't loosen his grip on my waist.

"They must be very-" Seamus was interrupted by his father rushing in,

"We have to go NOW!" he grabbed our bags and handed them to us.

"What? Darling, what's happening?" Mrs. Finniagan asked.

"No questions, we must go now. Seamus, do not let go of Y/N," he pointed to me. We all rushed out. People were screaming. Tents were ablaze in huge flames. Seamus held my hand tightly as all four of us ran," We must get to the car, hurry!" someone in the distance yelled,

"It's the Death Eaters!" we picked up the pace, trying desperately to get to the car. People were tripping over each other. Children screamed and cried. Everyone was in a panic. I ran right behind Seamus, clutching his hand. My legs burned. Mrs. Finnigan grabbed Seamus' hand as her husband grabbed hers. I dared not look back at the fire of tents. Finally, we made it to the car on the and rushed in. The car flew into the air. Behind us, I could see everything, lit by the flames.

"D-Dad?" Seamus stuttered,"What was that?" his voice was just above a whisper. His father thought for a moment.

"They um, those were the followers of... uh- he who shall not be named," I scooted closer to Seamus. Trying not to have a panic attack, I stared forward and clenched my hands into a fist. Seamus wrapped his arms around me tightly. I had folded my knees to my side. That's when I remembered something, well someone that I hadn't seen since this morning. Someone who I was supposed to see but didn't... Hannah.