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A Magical Reunion
was eating breakfast one morning when a tawny owl fluttered in through his
window, dropped an envelope on his table and left. He picked it up and opened it.
Inside was a bunch of parchment tickets and a note. The note read.
These are tickets for the final of the Quidditch World
Cup! They are in the Top Box. This year it's The Ukraine vs.
Bulgaria. Britain's hosting again! Can you believe it? This is so cool! Enjoy the match and root for the Ukraine!
P.S. say hi to Hermione for
P.P.S. I'll see ya at the
Harry counted the tickets.
There were 11. Enough for him,
Hermione [his wife], and all 9 Weasleys.
Who would send him Top Box tickets for the Quidditch World Cup
final? It could have been anyone. Maybe it was Oliver Wood, the old captain of
the Gryffindor Quidditch team at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry;
maybe it was Dean Thomas or Seamus Finnigan, both major Quidditch fans.
called Harry. "Come see this!"
entered the dining room, interested. "What is it?" she asked.
us prime tickets for the final of the Quidditch World Cup!" he exclaimed.
know. There's no signature or
anything. But I think they want us to
take the Weasleys."
"What makes you
eleven tickets." Replied Harry.
"Weird. And there's no return address or ANYthing?"
Harry, checking the envelope. "Nothing."
"Well, I guess
we should go." Said Hermione.
"Yup. I'm gonna go and tell Ron and his
family." Harry Disaparated and
Re-Apparated at front entrance of the Burrow, where Ron was currently staying
with his parents. All their kids were
there. He knocked and waited. A few seconds later, Ron opened the door.
"Hey Harry!" he said brightly,
opening the door. "Come on in!"
Said Harry. "You won't believe what just happened. But I have to tell all your family together."
"Ok. We're all in the living room." Ron led Harry to Weasley's comfortably
furnished living room. Percy was going
on and on about work to his mother, Mr. Weasley was telling Ginny about something
very funny as Ginny couldn't stop giggling, Fred and George were sitting pouring
over order forms for their joke shop, and Bill and Charlie were arguing about
who would win the Cup this year.
"I must warn
you." Whispered Ron. "Percy's running for Minister of Magic. Give him five minutes, he'll take an hour."
looked up. "Hello, Harry, dear, how nice to see you." She smiled. "Come sit
Weasley, but I have to get to work. I
just wanted to tell you this. I think
everyone should hear it."
Within 5 seconds,
all the Weasleys were looking at Harry.
"I have been
anonymously sent prime seats for the final of the Quidditch World Cup."
"No idea who
sent them?" asked Fred incredulously.
there's enough for all of you to go as well.
Would you like to?"
exclaimed Charlie. "I'll go. What about
everyone else?" Everyone wanted to
go. It was decided that they would
Apparate to the campgrounds a week before the match and meet there.
"Well, I have
to get to work. I'll see you at the Cup." With that, Harry Disaparated and
re-appeared back at home.
Hermione, and the nine Weasleys sat in the Top Box, waiting for the match to
begin. Suddenly, Ludo Bagman's
magically magnified voice rang out.
welcome to the final of the 37th annual Quidditch World Cup!" he was
answered with a roar of cheers and applause.
welcome...Bulgaria! I give you
Dimitrov! Ivanova! Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov!
Harry thought his ears were playing tricks
on him. Had he really hear the name
Malfoy? Ludo Bagman's voice spoke up
again after seven scarlet-colored blurs had sped on to the field.
"Now, put your
hands together for The Ukraine! Please
welcome Ivanoff, Zoral! Furkman! Thomas!
Schnopp! Dushtch! Aaaaaaaand—Silverlight!"
Seven silver-colored blurs
followed suit of the Bulgarians and took their places on the field.
"Finally, please welcome our
referee, the former coach of Quidditch at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry, Madam Hooch!" Madam Hooch
swept onto the field.
Malfoy! Shake hands!" Silverlight and
Malfoy gripped each other's hands as if they were trying to break them
off. Harry noticed that Silverlight's
upper lip was beginning to curl like his old Potions teacher's, Professor
Snape, often did. "Brooms in the air!"
she then blew a short tweet on her whistle.
possession it's Zoral-Schnopp-Dushtch-and-OH it was saved!" the Bulgarian
Keeper, Dimitrov, had just saved the first goal of the game. "Ukraine back in
possession, Schnopp-to Zoral to Dushtch and, yes! UKRAINE SCORES! Ten zero to
Ukraine!" Bagman continued. "Bulgaria
in possession, Dimitrov to Zograf to Ivanova and BULGARIA SCORES!"
After Harry had
been watching the game intently, he saw something interesting. The Bulgarian Seeker, Malfoy, was doing a
nosedive straight to the ground. He
recognized is as the Wronski Feint. He
also noticed that the Ukrainian Seeker, Silverlight, was doing a tight nosedive
in the opposite direction. SHE had seen
the Snitch. Malfoy noticed this and
sped out of his nosedive and followed her path.
and Malfoy both going for the Snitch, can't tell now...SHE'S GOT IT! THE UKRAINE WINS!" The scoreboard now read:
filled with cheers and the Ukrainian national anthem as the team did a lap of
honor and flew up to the Top Box.
Cornelius Fudge himself presented the gleaming Quidditch Cup and
Silverlight and Zoral held it high above their heads, both grinning
broadly. Harry took a good look at the
Ukrainian Seeker, she looked a lot like his old friend, Misty Silverlight. He hadn't seen her since his wedding, but
had known that she wanted to become an international Quidditch player or a
world famous Auror. And it looked a lot
like her. She had long brown hair,
misty blue eyes, was really tall, and, Harry noted, was eyeing Fred Weasley out
of the corner of her left eye.
She turned to Zoral and said
something in Ukrainian. Harry went up
to her and tapped her on the back. She
turned and smiled.
"You look familiar." He said.
"You do, too." She replied. Surprisingly enough, she spoke English as
well as fluent Ukrainian.
"Your name isn't Misty
Silverlight by any chance, is it?"
"Yeah...is your name Harry Potter?"
"Hey Harry! Oh my god I've missed you guys!" she wrapped
him in a bear hug. He hugged her back
for a few seconds. "Did you get the tickets?" she asked after they broke the
"You sent them?" he asked
She nodded. "Consider it a whole
bunch of birthday and Christmas presents all rolled into one."
"Thanks." Said Harry.
"You're welcome! I'm gonna go talk to Fred."
Fred was fingering a small box in
his pocket when he felt a tap on is back.
It was her.
She nodded, smiling. "Hey there, stranger."
He looked her over. She was in great shape and was still just as
pretty as he remembered her from Hogwarts. "Do you mind if we go somewhere a
little more private?"
"N-Not at all." She replied after
He took her hand. "Follow me."
Fred led Misty back to his tent. They
entered and sat down in the living room.
"What is it, Fred?" she asked
"Well, I, I, oh screw it. Misty, I love you."
She opened her mouth to say
something, but no words came. After a while, she spoke. "I-I-I love you
too. Since Hogwarts, I knew I at least
liked you. I guess that's why I haven't
been getting any sleep."
This was it. There was no turning back. Fred removed a small burgundy velvet covered
box from the pocket of his robes and got down on one knee. Misty gasped at what she knew was coming.
"Misty, I thought this over for a
long time and I realized that I can't live without you, so...will you marry
me?" he opened the box to reveal a glittering sapphire and diamond ring.
"Yes, yes, I will marry you." She
finally responded. Fred, overcome with
joy, slipped the ring on her finger, and they engaged in a serious kiss for a
few minutes. Neither of them even
noticed when George poked his head in, realized what was going on, and pulled
it back out. They broke the kiss when
they heard the swish of the tent flaps.
"I think someone found us out."
"Who cares? I mean, we're going to have to tell them
eventually." Replied Misty. "I say we
just go and do it now."
Fred agreed and they set out to
the rest of the family's tents, holding hands.
First, they went to the boys'[Ron, Bill, Percy, George, Charlie, and
Harry] tent. The look on their faces
said they knew something interesting.
"Well," said Ron as they entered.
"What do you mean?" asked Fred.
"George said something about you
guys kissing." Said Harry, before Ron could reply.
"Well, if you must know." Misty
paused. They looked as if they REALLY wanted to know. "We're engaged." She finished
with a huge grin.
"Congratulations!" exclaimed Ron.
He wrapped them both in a big hug at once.
Harry stepped up next. He slapped Fred on the back happily and turned
to Misty. They shared a quick hug. "Misty,
I have a question." He said out of nowhere.
"What is it, Harry?" she asked.
"Was the Bulgarian Seeker Draco
"Yup." She replied, nodding. "Why
else do you think my lip was curling like that?"
"That's what I thought, but I just
wanted to be sure."
"I totally understand. Come on Fred, we've gotta go tell your
"What about your parents?" he asked.
"Don't you remember?"
"Oh, um, I'll explain later." She
Note: I will be writing a fic about Misty's parents in the
very near future, so don't go making up your own theories. Because if you do SHAME, SHAME, SHAME![j/k]
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