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OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:14 AM

“Hermione are you all right?” A familiar voice followed by a gentle push awoke her.

“Oh my God, was I sleeping?” She asked nervously, the book she had been reading still clutched in her hands. “Neville? What are you doing here?” She asked trying to stifle a yawn and covering it with the back of her hand.

“I thought I recognized you so I came into the store.”

“Yes, but what are you doing here?” She insisted in that determined way she had, always seeking the answer.

“Luke and I are here for the Quidditch Cup, we’re staying at the Leaky Cauldron and … well, we thought we’d look around a bit since I had to owl my Gran to let her know I’m all right,” He said as a matter of fact.

“I’m here for the match too,” she said brightly, yawning again. “I’m sorry. I came here to look at some books. I found one and there was this comfortable chair and I guess … I thought I was in the Common Room and I must’ve fallen asleep.

Neville smiled at her. She looked lovely. But in her sleep he could have sworn she had been muttering something like “Honestly Ronald.” Whatever could that possibly mean?

“Want to get some ice cream? It’s nice and warm outside.”

“But it’s raining in London.”

“Well the Leaky Cauldron isn’t exactly in London is it?” Neville answered and held out his hand for her to take.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:16 AM

At the bar or Floreans…

“Yes, Dean’s tongue was on the floor. You’d think he’d never seen a girl,” Ginny was telling Hermione and Neville who were laughing smugly while Dean tried to play it off as if it were nothing.

“You jealous or something Weasley?” he said. “I’d look at you like that if you didn’t have so many brothers,” Dean said in a whisper only they two could hear. Ginny blushed at that.

Meanwhile next to them at another table Fred and George were picking on Seamus who sat nursing his Neapolitan Icescapade (a delightful confection really, it was your usual chocolate, vanilla, strawberry ice cream but the sprinkles sparkled and danced while humming the La Marseilles).

Seamus eyed Dean murderously but didn’t know why he was so angry with the boy. It did not help the matter any that Dean was completely oblivious to Seamus’ rage and was playfully flirting with Ginny Weasley.

Harry who was sitting next to them had heard the remark between Dean and Ginny turned away from Bill and Ron for a minute whom he’d been speaking with, but turned back as he realized he did not want to seem like he was eavesdropping; though that was exactly what he started doing.

“What were you saying Bill?” Harry asked distractedly.

“You’re going to be having loads of fun this year. I wish I could go back,” Bill teased.

“Oh, don’t mind him Harry,” Ron said, between mouthfuls of French Vanilla Delight, the greatest confection known to wizarding kind. It was quite simply one of the rarest, softest, and sweetest tasting, and of course the most expensive ice creams Florean served. Made from a secret recipe by French fairies it was enchanted never to melt except in someone’s mouth. Knowing how much Ron liked it and how poor they were, Ginny had asked Bill to get it for her and then traded it with Ron for her favorite desert (which Ron had ordered) Bubblegum Ice cream, which wasn’t like muggle ice cream which you would expect to be plain ice cream flavored like bubble gum. No, this one you could chew and blow into bubbles or simply leave it on your tongue until it melted like regular ice cream … and each bite came in a different flavor not unlike different types of bubblegum, and the bubbles you blew became different things too not just bubbles, they were flowers, or wiener dogs, or snakes.

Ron was taking his sweet time about eating his ice cream, savoring every precious spoonful, Hermione blushed when she looked at him, Neville had said he had not heard her speaking in her sleep just mumbling something unintelligible so it didn’t really matter. Just the same, she had made him promise absolute silence. He had of course agreed.

Still she couldn’t help smiling as she watched Ron making such a spectacle of eating ice cream. He would take a spoonful and look at it, and slowly carry it to his mouth and leave the spoon there, closing his eyes as if he were lost in a sweet dream. Hermione could almost swear he was moaning after every bite.

“Ron stop that,” Bill said annoyed.

“You don’t understand. This is soooooooooo good,” he explained a giant smile on his face.

“So share some then,” Bill said and took up his spoon to steal some.

“Get your own,” Ron complained, moving his ice cream closer and fending off Bill’s spoon with his own. It was then Hermione took a chance and stole a spoonful.

“Thank you Ron,” she said, and waited for him to see her just as she put it in her mouth.

“Heeeeeeey!” He complained, though if Hermione could have paid attention just then she would have noticed there was no edge of annoyance to his tone with her as with Bill. Hermione however was lost in French Vanilla Heaven. This was enchanting ice cream, indeed!

“Bugger off you two,” Seamus said finally and walked off, getting everyone’s attentions. He walked off angrily bumping into a gray haired boy who was coming to sit at the table.

“Wonder how he knows I’m rooting for Bulgaria?” Luke said smartly, and took Seamus’ empty seat.

Dean looked over upset. What was wrong with Seamus? He couldn’t really be taking the whole bit about rooting for the other team so seriously.

“Dean, this is — ,” Neville had begun.

“I’m Luke Spencer,” the boy said, getting up and shaking everyone’s hand, smiling graciously, well everyone except Ron who was having a moment of ice cream ecstasy just then.

Harry could not get that dark haired girl out of his mind, and Ginny though she smiled and laughed with everyone’s jokes could not bring herself to take her eyes off of Harry. She knew she must because the whole night he had not once turned to look at her or talk to her. It was as if she was not there. It had always been that way, too timid to talk to him, he seldom ever spoke to her, and it was as if she was not there.

“I need to stretch my legs a bit,” Ginny said, standing up while Neville and Dean who were sitting on either side of her, did likewise.

“Me too,” Dean said and Ginny thought that it was not so much a walk Dean wanted as a walk with her. He however had not counted on Neville and his chivalrous ways.

“I’ll walk with you Ginny,” he had said in the same instant, and she had said yes without thinking. They both looked at her questioningly wondering which one of them she had meant that for. When she did not say, they both took it to mean them.

Bill & The twins had already left to go to the Leaky Cauldron to an early bed, while Ron was still busy with his ice cream, oblivious to Hermione chiding him while Luke watched, and Harry was lost in dreams of that raven haired girl. All in all, it was a lovely night.

DestinyLies · 12-12-2006, 05:20 AM

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Originally Posted by OtterySt.Catchpole

“Hermione are you all right?” A familiar voice followed by a gentle push awoke her.

“Oh my God, was I sleeping?” She asked nervously, the book she had been reading still clutched in her hands. “Neville? What are you doing here?” She asked trying to stifle a yawn and covering it with the back of her hand.

“I thought I recognized you so I came into the store.”

“Yes, but what are you doing here?” She insisted in that determined way she had, always seeking the answer.

“Luke and I are here for the Quidditch Cup, we’re staying at the Leaky Cauldron and … well, we thought we’d look around a bit since I had to owl my Gran to let her know I’m all right,” He said as a matter of fact.

“I’m here for the match too,” she said brightly, yawning again. “I’m sorry. I came here to look at some books. I found one and there was this comfortable chair and I guess … I thought I was in the Common Room and I must’ve fallen asleep.

Neville smiled at her. She looked lovely. But in her sleep he could have sworn she had been muttering something like “Honestly Ronald.” Whatever could that possibly mean?

“Want to get some ice cream? It’s nice and warm outside.”

“But it’s raining in London.”

“Well the Leaky Cauldron isn’t exactly in London is it?” Neville answered and held out his hand for her to take.

Weird...never seen it before but its' cool lol I'll read the others

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:21 AM

“It’s the end of the world, as we know it and I feel fine…” Or "Mars Attacks!"
By Ottery St. Catchpole
In which Ottery falls madly in love…Ron’s just cute…Harry *sighs* is trying to save the world AGAIN…Teddy tries to take it over…Hermione knows it all…Seamus & Dean are at it again…and I introduce an umpteen number of new characters even more subplots and a lot of chaos, crossing my fingers and praying that this whole mess makes sense soon to someone.

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Chapter Four:(Ottery & Professor Snape go to the Quidditch World Cup) WTH are you doing here? or Not on your Life! Dumbledore’s Revenge

The dark haired boy was standing around outside of the giant metal stadium that would be the home of the Quidditch World Cup in a few hours, humming the tune of an old familiar song. Dumbledore had said his companion would meet him outside of the entrance gates (Ottery had seats in the Minister’s box — yes along with the Malfoy’s, and the Weasley’s). The dark haired boy was relishing the thought of sitting next to Ron Weasley — whom Ottery thought was so cute — the boy had come early to get good seats, even if they were reserved. Ottery did not fancy having to duel Lucius (again) even for a nice spot at a Quidditch match. He was tapping his shoe on the soft ground impatiently, annoyed as well, as he watched the crowds of people going into the stadium.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:24 AM

You guessed it ... another interlude.

“How will I know?” Ottery had asked the headmaster.

“Well Ottery, aside from the fact that he’s got the tickets you gave me. You’ll know him when you see him,” Dumbledore had said cryptically. A fact that should have had alarm bells ringing in the boy’s head, but alas Ottery’s mind, was still preoccupied with Teddy’s whereabouts and Lex Luthor.

“So this isn’t a blind date then?” The dark haired boy asked warily as he sat across from the headmaster. Still the old wizard was not looking him in the eyes and that was always a sign of trouble.

“You can blame an old man for worrying about you?” Dumbledore asked.

“I can blame and old man for meddling,” Ottery remarked. “Seriously, Susan Bones?”

“She’s a very nice girl,” Dumbledore replied.

Susan really was a very nice, sweet girl. Ottery could remember their date the last semester, they had gone together to Hogsmeade. He had spent most of it trying to keep Ron in his sights.

“Girl being the operative word, Wulfie,” Ottery shot back, crossing his arms and pouting as was his wont whenever he was annoyed.

“I always thought you and that Melissa girl … ” Dumbledore began, looking out into space.

“Are you even listening to me?” Ottery remarked.

End Interlude

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:27 AM

Thus far, Ottery had recognized everyone. He’d said hello to the Lovegoods, ducked away from Neville’s Gran who was running around with Princess Thea’s Thugs: Luke, Brandon, Spike and Rosebud. Ottery had been impressed, the old lady obviously had connections. Mob connections, yo! King Blaze was the biggest mob boss in the states, with connections everywhere … from the Queen to Steven Spielberg. You wanted it, he could get it for you, but favors had to be repaid with favors or you would find yourself swimming with the fishies.

The thugs present, of course that meant Princess Thea was at the match, and Ottery hoped he would run into her. It was going to be hard not too, she would stick out like a light bulb that one, especially if she was with Jack Snow then she would be positively blinking. The girl had a curious habit of changing colors, not a metamorphmagus ability this was unique to her. Her color reflected her sentiments. They had joked around about Thea being a mood ring. Ottery remembered mood rings, they’d been really popular with muggles in the 60’s when he had been hanging out with the Beatles (yeah, I’m cool like that!

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“You’re smiling like an idiot St. Catchpole. Stop that,” a cold familiar voice came suddenly from behind the boy.

“Dear God in heaven!” Ottery screamed, turning around. He put his fingers together making a cross. People began to stare.

“Stop that you insolent twerp,” the man in black replied, swatting the boy’s hands away.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!” Ottery screamed. “I know he didn’t!” the boy yelled in mid tantrum.

Smiling, something he didn’t often do, Professor Snape took out a pair of tickets to the cup match, an evil glint in his eyes but his face otherwise impassive.

Ottery was on the ground sucking his thumb in the fetal position, and crying for his Mama when the Potions Master took out his wand and shocked him where he lay. He had been contemplating using an unforgivable, but there were too many people around.

“Ouch, you ruddy basta — I mean Professor. Just, what’d you do that for?” Ottery exclaimed, rubbing his bum where he’d been shocked.

“You don’t have to go St. Catchpole. I’m not exactly sure why Dumbledore wanted me here. I can assure if you, if he had warned me I’d have to be working with you ... ”

“Because you’re a walk in the park,” Ottery mumbled a retort.

“I think you’ve caused me enough trouble,” Professor Snape replied.

“None you didn’t deserve Snivellus,” Ottery threw back.

He knew he had gone too far having said that (wisdom always seemed to come to him later rather than sooner) and Ottery wished he could take it back. If I ever find that other scarab, I can rewind all my stupid moments. He thought to himself. That’s going to be a full time job when I do get my hands on it.

“You’d do well to remember our roles now, boy!” Severus threw back. Ottery rolled his eyes already expecting the following remark, “Detention!”

“We’re not in school. The term hasn’t even started, you prat,” the boy whined.

“But I have. Detention!”

“So that’s just the first one right?” Ottery said sarcastically.

“Three detentions and if you smart off one more time … ”

“Smart? Me? I wouldn’t know the meaning of the word.”

“Detention! That’s four. We can keep this up — ,” Professor Snape said his arms crossed not even the flicker of a smile on his lips though Ottery well knew the Potion’s Master was enjoying himself too much.

“Yes. Fine.” Ottery replied, rolling his eyes and not looking at his Potion’s Master for fear of what else he might suddenly feel an urge to say.

“Fine, what Catchpole?”

“Fine, what sir!” Ottery replied.

“Some things it seems never change.”

“Yeah, I love you too,” Ottery grumbled as he crossed his arms and plain glared.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:28 AM

An Airfield in the outskirts of Paris (The night before)

The little teddy bear walked up to the old commandant; a man dressed in a meticulously cared for, spotlessly brilliant old French military uniform. It was like something out of an old film. In the early evening a chill wind was blowing across a late French summer. The man knelt down in front of the bear and kissed him on either cheek.

“Alle et que vous reussir a faire.” Go, and may you succeed. The commandant had said.

The bear nodded solemnly, saluted and said, “Vive le France!”

“Vive le France,” the old commandant replied, returning the salute.

The little bear pulled down his goggles over his eyes and ran to the plane, which sat on the dirt runway about to take off. Ottery would not be expecting an aerial attack not at the Quidditch World Cup, but he was gonna get one. If the boy thought he could go and ditch his bear halfway around the world and then go to the most anticipated game of the century and not invite him? He was crazy loco. No. Vengeance would be Teddy’s.

He climbed the ladder to the old World War I Sopwith Camel and prepared for takeoff.

The bear jumped into the pilot seat and cackled madly as he started the plane down the runway.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:31 AM

“I can’t believe Dumbledore trusts you,” Snape said as he lead the way to the Minister’s box. Walking behind him Ottery was mimicking his gestures and making an angry pouty face trying to be as stern looking as the Potion’s Master.

“Why Severus, I didn’t know you liked Quidditch,” a cold haughty voice spoke suddenly.

“I don’t. I’m here by request, it seems one of Dumbledore’s charges needed an escort.” Professor Snape replied moving aside to reveal Ottery who was still making faces. He stopped in the midst of one and gave Lucius a dirty look.

“You look awfully familiar,” Mr. Malfoy remarked lifting the boy’s chin with his cane.

“I do? I mean, of course I do. I was mimicking Snape here,” Ottery said quickly, trying to cover as he pushed the cane away. He well recognized Lucius Malfoy from their days at school together, but the older man should not have recognized him. It was then Ottery realized he had left the locket in his other pants.

“He’s a schoolmate father,” Draco said, walking around Lucius Malfoy. “I didn’t think you liked Quidditch Catchpole. You’ve never taken to flying well have you?”

“Not on a broom, no,” Ottery muttered, but Snape was quick to smack him on the back of the head. “I mean, no. I don’t particularly care for it. Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy watching others do it now and then though.” He replied as he rubbed the spot on his head where the Potion’s Master had struck him. He was giving the man an ugly look but Snape pretended he couldn’t see it.

“We’re headed to the Minister’s box,” Lucius began.

“Fancy that, so are we,” the Potion’s Master replied without the slightest trace of humor.

Ottery watched the two Death Eaters eyeing each other. Whatever they were thinking they were not speaking to each other or communicating it by any means he could see. Of course Ottery sucked at Legilimens considering his thoughts were always turning to the lascivious or chocolate gluttony, his quick fire temper did not help any either. It was Lucius who broke eye contact and Snape grabbing a hold of the dark haired boy dragged him along first.

Still, Lucius could not help thinking he knew the boy from somewhere else. The question was where? (Actually the question was when but Lucius didn’t know and I’m not about to blab … sooo … yeah.)

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:32 AM

Mr. Weasley was talking with Bill and Charlie as they walked the group of kids through the long steps up to the Minister’s Box. It was not difficult finding the place. It was the highest spot in the stadium. They were all completely wrapped up in the excitement of the coming match, they stopped every now and then to greet someone Arthur Weasley recognized from the Ministry or old school mates of Bill and Charlie’s. It was slow but steady progress as they walked up along the metal runways of the stadium.

Still everything was not happiness and smiles, as evidenced by an argument taking place in the center of the group.

“You’re being a prat Seamus,” Dean was saying angrily. It was all he could do to keep himself from belting the other boy across the face. Ever since he had stormed off from Floreans the sandy haired boy had not said a single word to his best mate.

“I don’t like the looks of this,” Neville whispered to Luke.

“Want me to handle it?” Luke asked. “On second thought maybe you should.” They were Neville’s friends after all, and it was he who didn’t want them fighting. Luke wouldn’t have minded a nice brawl before the match … heck during or after either, but that would just be asking for a totally fun day.

“I … I … you think I should?” Neville asked nervously.

Luke nodded and pushed the boy ahead.

“Fine, be a prat Seamus see if I ruddy well care,” Dean said, pushing past the boy shoving him aside and right into Neville.

“Watch it Longbottom,” Seamus complained.

“Sorry,” Neville said sheepishly, as if it indeed had been his fault and not just Seamus’ misplaced anger.

Luke rolled his eyes and turned his attentions instead to listening in on the twin’s conversation. It was something to do with taking bets. Luke was wondering if he could possibly get in on some of that action. He had more hope in that than in poor Neville ever getting a backbone.

Ginny sighed as she watched Harry, Ron and Hermione playing with their omnioculars decked out in their Irish green, faces painted (Hermione’s was makeup, the boy’s of course were looking like the mascots for the Irish team) she wished that she could be a part of that.

She felt someone bump into her.

“I’m sorry,” Dean said, as she turned about to snap at him.

“It’s all right,” Ginny said, all thoughts of being angry driven out of her head suddenly. “Why didn’t you paint your face?” Ginny asked.

“Because I think I’m going to root for Bulgaria!” Dean said loudly, looking over his shoulder.

Ginny thought she caught a glimpse of Seamus’s eyes watering obviously from anger because in seconds Neville and Luke were at either side restraining him.

“What’s going on with you and … ”

“Piece of advice Gin. When you’re with one guy, the topic of conversation should not be some other guy, kay kid?” Dean said, and walked off ahead of her to join the infamous trio.

“I’m not a kid,” Ginny said equally as affronted as Seamus.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:34 AM

“Considering you hate Quidditch. What the devil are you doing here anyways Sevs?” Ottery asked in a whisper, as he sat in the center row next to the Potion’s Professor. Just why had he wanted to sit so close to the edge anyways?

“Detention, St. Catchpole,” Professor Snape said calmly. “That makes it an even dozen now. Doesn’t it?”

“There’s a word for people like you … but I can’t say because there are children present,” Ottery replied, meaning Malfoy who was sitting with his father in the row in front of them. “So, are you going to tell me or am I going to have to guess Professor?” Ottery asked again whispering, smearing that last word with all the sarcasm he could muster.

“De — ,”

“Don’t even!”

“Depends,” Snape said smugly.

Ottery sat up when he noticed the Minister greeting Mr. Weasley and his lot. Soon enough they were all getting to their seats.

“Hey Ron,” Ottery said with stars in his eyes, as the red haired boy sat next to him.

“Hey Otts,” Ron said smiling, completely oblivious to Ottery’s affections.

Ottery suddenly felt a smack at the back of his head and he turned around positively glaring at Professor Snape. Just what the devil had he done now? Though that did explain why the old sod had decided to change seats and sit behind him. The Potions Master pointed to the others, Hermione had been saying hello for what now must have been the twelfth time.

“Hello Ottery!” Hermione said, exasperated.

“Hello Herms,” Ottery said. “Hey Harry,” he said more happily. “Dean, Seamus.” He went down the list naming everyone; everyone waving back and saying hi, finally ending in, “Hello Cornelius.”

The last one got him another smack on the back of the head, and he had to apologize quickly and feign repentance at being so familiar with the Minister of Magic. Ottery could remember lending Cornelius candy money as a kid (which he never got back consequently) but for the sake of disguising his predicament, he had to be more careful. Lucius’ brows rose curiously but he said nothing.

The Minister smiled friendly-like and waved back until he realized whom he was smiling at. He had found that boy obnoxious since the day they had met at school all those years ago at Willow woods Creek Academy, and a part of him still felt guilty that he had never paid him back that candy money.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:36 AM

Ottery was busily listening to every word pouring out of Ronald Weasley’s very cute pink lips as the red haired boy veritably worshiped in words the very thought of Viktor Krum. Ottery was so busy in fact that he had not noticed that one of the people he had said hello too, was none other than Luke Spencer, an old acquaintance. Luke for his part was halfway down into his chair when he realized he had just said hello to Ottery St. Catchpole. Just what the hell was that boy doing there now? Luke turned to look but noticed the dark haired boy completely enraptured in Ron’s speech. Most likely the red haired boy was going on about Viktor Krum or ice cream, those seemed to be his only passions as best Luke could tell.

“I don’t much care for Quidditch either really,” Dean was telling Hermione. “I’m only here because … well because of Seamus actually.”

“Fancy a snog?” Hermione said as the wind whistled by.

“Excuse me?” Dean asked surprised, but by no means repulsed by the idea.

“I said, do you fancy splitting a dog with me? You know … a hot dog? I’m sure they sell these things around here somewhere,” Hermione said, smiling politely.

“Yeah, sure,” Dean replied, a little disappointed. He stood up and held out his hand to help Hermione up. He was an old school gentleman.

Seamus was giving Harry a rundown of all of Ireland’s players, which ones were the best and what each player’s strength’s and weaknesses were, so caught up in their discussion they did not notice their friends stand up and leave.

Snape was merely sneering. Just why had Dumbledore sent him to the ruddy Quidditch game? He had warned of the possibility of trouble, but wherever Ottery went that was a highly likely possibility. And where the devil was that infernal bear? That was what worried Snape. Ottery without his Teddy Bear meant trouble. Who else could possibly rein the boy in?

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:38 AM

“Bloody hell,” came the familiar remark, voiced however by lips not so fondly acquainted with the phrase.

Ottery and Ron turned to look at Neville at the other end of the row across from the steps that ran down the center of the box. It was easy to spot him, he was the boy trying to disappear into his chair. As they looked up they could see exactly why he wanted to disappear. Neville’s Gran was standing by the entrance of the box flanked by two thugs on either side. Tall menacing looking chaps, they looked as if they were looking to tear something (or someone) apart, they were dressed in dark Armani suits with equally dark shades covering their eyes. Ottery waved, and they waved back. The boy raised a box of Bertie Botts to ask if they wanted any, and Luke smiled and made to come down but was stopped by Gran elbowing him. Luke was not very smart, but he was sweet.

“Seriously, ladies first lads,” Gran exclaimed. “I remember the days of gentlemen and chivalry,” the old Belle dame complained.

“She was around during the middle ages?” Ron remarked under his breath.

“Men would actually tip a hat to a lady,” Gran was saying taking one of the thug’s hands for support as she walked down the center stairs. Cornelius Fudge ran up to greet her, and he smiled cautiously despite the mean glares from the sunglasses and suit-wearing thugs surrounding her.

“Who’s the old bat?” Ron asked, and Ottery coughed a warning at him.

The vulture on her head was not just for show. Her face stared up suddenly pining both boys to the spot as if she had inhuman super hearing. Ottery smiled nervously and almost fainted, while Ron gulped in embarrassment and turned every shade of red.

They were saved however by Luke Spencer, who had chosen just that moment to walk back from making the rounds of taking bets for the twins, for a cut of the profits of course. Luke was nice, he was not however a fool. He walked past the thugs and missed seeing the old lady because of them, and turned to speak to Neville.

“Bought you a ticket Longbottom. I don’t know why you think Bulgaria’s going to win, I mean Ireland’s got the stronger team … ,” he started.

“Neville!” The old bat … er, I mean the old woman yelled, turning sharply on the grey haired boy standing by her nephew.

“Flaming monkeys!” Luke exclaimed.

“Yes Gran?” Neville asked, standing at attention like a soldier reporting to a commanding officer.

“What the devil are you doing here?” she asked menacingly. Though she well knew the answer. She had had them followed.

“We’re here to see Quidditch you old bat!” Luke remarked angrily.

“Oh, bother,” the Minister said wondering what exactly he should do.

“This should be interesting,” Draco said to his father.

“Don’t gloat son, it’s unbecoming. Still, what else can you expect when you allow just any riffraff into the top box?”

“Hey!” Mr. Weasley said standing up. From either side of him Bill and Charlie took a hold of their father’s arms.

Severus buried his face in his hands. The bloody match hadn’t even started yet and the fighting was already begun. Perhaps more menacing than that somewhere flying over the English Channel a little teddy bear wearing goggles and piloting a Sopwith Camel was cackling madly as he flew ready to enact his revenge.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:40 AM

Hermione and Dean were walking down one of the larger corridors, which were slowly emptying out as people found their seats and it got closer to the start of the match.

“I love the wizarding world, don’t get me wrong,” Hermione explained. “It’s just that sometimes I miss the muggle world. All this back and forth doesn’t it drive you crazy? I mean having to be so secretive about magic in the muggle world and here in the wizarding world getting odd stares just because you happen to mention a sparkplug.”

“What do you know about cars, Ms. Granger?” Dean asked flirting, coming out of his bored stupor. Hermione really could drone on sometimes.

“Muggle cars? Everything. Wizarding cars I’m still learning, why?” she asked a bright smile on her face.

“Because I love cars,” Dean replied in genuine surprise. “My mum’s fixing up this old Mustang and well … How can you know about cars?” He asked exasperated.

“Because I do. I’ve been mechanically inclined since I can remember. My friend Violet and I used to take things apart when we were younger. But there’s just not much call for it in the magical world now is there?” she answered matter of factly.

“Have you ever told Ron or Harry?” Dean asked curiously.

“They wouldn’t be interested to know.” She remarked sadly.

“Their loss then,” Dean said smiling.

They walked up to the concession stand and ordered one really long hot dog which they took turns eating (From opposite ends of course) while they talked more excitedly about cars.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:42 AM

Princess Thea for her part never actually did make it to the Minister’s box, she and J.T. Snow Jr. had stopped to buy Pop’s Popping Popcorn and ended up making out on the stairs leading to the box. Really, who had time for Quidditch when there was so much kissing to be done?

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:43 AM

Luke had obviously overstepped his bounds calling Gran ‘old bat’ with a simple nod she had ordered two of the thugs to drag him off, no doubt for a sound beating. Ottery had to fight a mad compulsion to kiss Ron right then and there, he was looking so cute glaring angrily at the thugs taking Luke away (Ron hardly knew the boy, but to his sense of loyalty that didn’t matter).

“I’ll handle this, you make sure your dad doesn’t get fired, okay?” Ottery said nodding in the direction of Arthur, giving Ron a quick smile as he ran after the thugs.

“St. Catchpole?” Ottery heard Gran say to Neville. “Just what the devil riffraff have you been hanging around with boy?” She hollered.

“I see she’s still sore about not taking her out to the dance,” Ottery thought to himself. “No time for that now though.” The dark haired boy ran out into the metal hallway and saw nothing. It was empty. “Okay if I were a thug where could I get enough privacy to beat up a punk and then have a place to dump him?”

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:45 AM

Ottery ran down the empty halls. Everyone was seated, the game set to start any minute, but the thugs and the poor fool were nowhere to be found. The dark haired boy ran down the metal walkways, the sound of his shoes echoing around him, announcing his coming. Where were they? Was he going to be too late? Too late to see Ron’s face when the match began, because he really could care less about Luke. The dumb jerk had gotten Ottery into trouble before with his crazy schemes; a sound beating could probably do the boy a lot of good. Of course Ottery realized that was exactly what everyone thought about him. He started running more quickly. He really did want to see Ron again; he’d missed seeing him all summer.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:46 AM

Suffice it to say, Ottery was not happy to find Luke and the thugs (Spike and Rosebud) sitting on the steps laughing, chatting like the best of friends sharing Pop’s Popping Popcorn, which at that moment was popping rather madly all sorts of different colors and shapes. It came in different colors and tastes, and it was some of the lightest, fluffiest popcorn in the whole wizarding world. The best part was that there were no unpopped kernels left ever. Ottery would have strangled them but Ron was waiting and he didn’t imagine Ron and Professor Snape would be having a nice chat in his absence. Then there was Malfoy to worry about too.

padfoot_88 · 12-12-2006, 05:48 AM

Wow, Loves...so many posts in one day! I will get around to reading them one day soon...LOL
Love and huggles,
Shan-Shan
XoXo

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:48 AM

The Minister’s box was the place to be for the match. Center stage with a view of everything. What made it ever more magnificent though was that the box, which was connected to the large round stadium by metal wheels, could rotate all around the stadium like a train on tracks able to follow the game in a full circle. It was also as high up as possible so that you would not miss any of the action.

It was here that Mr. Weasley had brought his group — all of them — at the Ministers request. The poor lout didn’t know what hit him: Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry of course, whom the minister had originally intended to be seen with, but there was also Hermione, and Dumbledore’s guests Professor Severus Snape, and that obnoxious St. Catchpole brat, not looking a year older than when they had met all those years ago at school, which was to say nothing of Dean, and Seamus who had tagged along with Neville Longbottom, and his friend Luke Spencer, guests of the highly esteemed if a bit cracked Mrs. Longbottom, who was not far behind with the thugs, which meant Princess Thea would be coming as well and likely her boyfriend. It was about then the minister began to regret having invited Lucius Malfoy but he’d had no choice really, the man was a major contributor to his campaign Cornelius could hardly be seen shunting him aside as if he were nothing. He was everything, the very pockets of the ministers personal finances.

Still with a little bit of magic, everything’s possible.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:50 AM

Everyone in their seats, well except Princess Thea and Jack Snow who were still making out (Aah, young love). Ottery sulking, out of breath (it’s debatable if it was just because of the long run back to the Minister’s box or because he was thinking of Ron) and without candy made it to the box. Gran was rooting for Bulgaria at the top of her lungs, which were considerably powerful for an old woman her age. As the match began everything, rivalries, revenge, hate, and love were put on pause it seemed, for the match to take place.

“Vik — tor,” came Ron’s voice in a croak from the seat next to Ottery.

“Maybe I should try out for Quidditch this year?” Ottery was thinking.

Seamus spared a glance for Dean, who was completely engrossed with Hermione in trying to understand the mechanics of Quidditch; they were both explaining it to each other, but there was something about the way they were laughing that the sandy haired boy didn’t like. The question was just why didn’t he like it?

Ginny was sitting in the front row leaning over the rail, the wind flying through her red hair, completely into the match, ignoring the fact that sitting next to her was Draco Malfoy; the boy was sneering, he obviously was not having as easy a time ignoring Ginny Weasley as she was ignoring him.

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DestinyLies · 12-12-2006, 05:55 AM

SWeet I like your work I'lll read it!!! MOre of it anyway!! LOL

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katherine/candi/kitty

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-18-2006, 06:10 AM

Readers are love katherine/candi/kitty

Don't know which I should call you now.

I've got loads more story to post, hope you like. I've got shorts somewhere too if you ever don't have the time for a long fic. They're in the finished fics sections if you're interested.

Chapter Four and a half: The Bloody Quidditch Match
*cue the theme song from Everwood, because we’re all gonna be crying at the end of this one*

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-18-2006, 06:12 AM

And it’s begun…

In the distance the sound of the throngs of fans screaming announced the players entrances as they flew into the stadium on their brooms introduced by the commentator Ludo Bagman who was not in the Minister’s box, having been scared off by Gran who had pelted him with her purse. She could never forgive him for having been such a fool giving information away to the Death Eaters during the last wizarding war. It had kept her up at nights thinking that something that fool boy had said could have been the reason that her family was gone, the reason why her son had died.

“I didn’t know that you kept up with Quidditch Mrs. Longbottom,” the Minister remarked as the match was going on.

“Well I do watch the sport every now and … oh tosh, that was just … rubbish. C’mon Vulchanov!”

“You know the players, then Mrs. Longbottom?” the Minister continued politely.

“You pick up a … What the…? Move your bloomin’ aaaaaaaaaaarse!” Gran was yelling at the unfortunate Dimitrov who was lagging behind the others and had missed a chance at taking the quaffle.

Neville for his part could not bury himself deep down enough in his chair. Next to him, one of the thugs offered him some popping corn, which was jumping out of the bag, singing and whooping as it went ironically enough rooting for Bulgaria.

“Neville sit up for pity’s sake,” Gran said in between shouts at the players.

Fudge turned to look at Neville, “Loves her Quidditch doesn’t she?”

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-18-2006, 06:13 AM

“I’m going to get Popcorn, wanna come Ron? Okay no.” Ottery said seeing the glazed over look on his friend’s face.

“OMG! Did you see that? Did you see that? Krum’s magnificent! It’s like he’s a bird or something,” Ron was saying his beautiful eyes hidden behind his omnioculars.

“Just how does one get off this thing anyways?” Ottery asked as he turned to go. He felt a hand grab his shoulder.

“Going somewhere Catchpole? We’re here for a reason.” Professor Snape said testily.

“So? Does that mean I can’t have candy or something while I’m doing whatever the devil we’re supposed to be doing that so secret even you don’t know?”

“We’re moving. What are you going to do, jump off? Now sit down before I spill Elmer’s Glue all over your seat to keep you there. I can whip up a batch in an instant.”

Ottery shrugged the man’s hand off his shoulder and sat back down annoyed. Ron was too caught up in the match to pay them any mind (and he was trying his hardest to pretend that Professor Snape was not there). Teddy was still missing and while Ottery was reluctant to admit it, he missed the little tramp. Things were so not going the way he had planned them, but then again when did anything ever go the way he’d planned it? He’d lived long enough to figure that one out. So he sat back to watch the match with the others.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-18-2006, 06:16 AM

The Minister’s box was spinning following the quaffle, running on its track around the stadium. Sitting in the first row Ginny Weasley was leaning on the rail her hair flying behind her as she leaned outside of the magical bubble that protected the box.

“Why don’t you sit down weasel some of us are trying to enjoy the match,” Draco Malfoy snapped angrily.

“I hope Ron didn’t hear that,” Ottery thought to himself as he watched the front row.

“Did you hear me?” Malfoy said standing up. Ottery went for his wand under his muggle sweater (Old Navy even).

“Oh my God!” Ginny exclaimed.

“Did you see that?” Malfoy asked, suddenly laughing. His annoyance clearly forgotten.

On the pitch Viktor Krum had just spiraled upwards and out of the stadium followed by the whole Irish team, who were themselves being followed by the seeker’s Bulgarian teammates. Bored at not having spotted the snitch Viktor had decided to try to score against the Irish who were ahead twenty to zero. Of course, ‘the best laid plans of mice and men go oft awry’. As Viktor had snatched the quaffle unexpectedly from one of the Irish chasers he dived into the pitch followed by the angry Irish players, when lo and behold he spotted the snitch.

No one has ever accused a snitch of having good timing.

More to the point though was that his rival the Irish Seeker had also spotted the snitch. Viktor couldn’t just drop the quaffle and his teammates were too busy laughing to be anywhere near him to catch it for him. Quaffle in hand, Viktor went after the snitch chasing it clear out of the stadium as he passed the Irish team’s seeker.

“Viktor Krum is crazy. He’s going to win it for the Bulgarians you wait and see.” Draco said smiling.

“You wish. Ireland’s taking the cup.” Ginny answered laughing.

Mr. Malfoy for his part had moved down the row and was trying to chat with the Minister of Magic discreetly but every few seconds Mrs. Longbottom would jump out of her seat hooting and hollering.

Ottery would have sulked but as much fun as everyone was having watching the match he was enjoying watching Ron, so much so that he did not notice that odd feeling of trepidation creeping in suddenly. But how could he have known the trouble that lay ahead. When the game was about to take a very interesting turn.

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