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Chapter 1: The Fighting Irish

July 1993

“Did it come yet?” Oliver anxiously asked her.

“Yes,” Krystal tried to hide her happiness.

“Well…” he nervously bit his lower lip.

“I’m officially signing to Puddlemere!” she exclaimed.

“Well this calls for a celebration,” Oliver smiled. He swept her off her feet, and brought her up the stairs….

“Morning sunshine,” Krystal heard.

Crap. Krystal Raghalleigh realized that she was still a sixteen year old, just dreaming.

“Ughhh what time is it?” she complained to Oliver.

“Six thirty. We’re going to be late if you decide to sleep in any longer,” Oliver told her as he hovered above her bed.

“It’s today,” Krystal smiled as she sat up. “The day my team takes home the cup.”

“That’s what you think,” Oliver muttered.

“What?” Krystal asked.

“Nothing,” he sweetly kissed her forehead. “You know what’s crazy? On the way in your house this morning, your mother told me that the Weasleys and the Diggorys are sitting with the Minister at the game.”

“I know,” Krystal yawned. “Angelina wrote to me about how misfortunate it’s going to be when the minister gets pranked during the middle of the match.”

She turned over, and started to sleep once again.

Oliver was frustrated by this. Yet, he thought of a way to get her awake.

“Breakfast is downstairs,” he told her…“Chocolate chip pancakes.”

And she pounced right out of bed.

“I’m nervous,” Krystal blatantly stated as they walked through the campsite, trying to locate the Wood’s tent.

“Don’t be,” Oliver replied. “They like you. I’m more than certain that you having the title of my ‘girlfriend’ is going to change that at all.”

“I hope not.”

All of a sudden, the two were jumped on from behind.

“What the…” Krystal exclaimed.

“Fred. Get off of my back,” Oliver realized who the attackers were.

“Fred! George!” Krystal smiled. She turned around immediately and hugged them both. “I haven’t seen you two in ages! How are things?”

“Better than ever,” George said.

“And how about you two lovebirds?” Fred asked.

“Still the same Krystal and Oliver,” Krystal blushed.

“Hey, we have to get going, or we’ll be late. Have fun drinking champagne with the Minister!” Oliver laughed.

“See you around!” the two said as they departed.

They finally arrived at the tent.

“Hi,” his mother enthusiastically greeted the two. “How is everything Krystal?”

“Great,” she smiled.

“You guys are going to sleep in the living room, if you don’t mind. We only have one bedroom in our tent.”

“That’s fine,” Krystal smiled sheepishly.

They entered the tent, and it was lovely. The living space was quite spacious, especially the two huge couches that were in there. The three sat down, and started idly chatting about the big game and other things.

“So, what are you planning to do over the summer?”

“Practice I guess,” Krystal responded. “And spend time with Oliver before we both have to leave. ”

“You two have become great friends over the past year,” Mr. Wood commented as he joined the conversation.

“Well, we’re actually dating now,” Oliver blushed as he told his parents.

“That’s great,” Mrs. Wood smiled.

Krystal felt so awkward.

“Pardon me, I have to use the restroom,” she excused herself.

Krystal entered the bathroom, and wiped off the sweat on her forehead that was from a combination of the July heat and her nerves. She then quietly exited the bathroom, and eavesdropped on the conversation.

“…Krystal’s great. But what are you going to do about next year? You’ll be apart for nine months. Can you handle a relationship and Quidditch?” his father asked him.

Oliver sighed with frustration. “Don’t worry…we’ll be fine. I’m crazy for her.”

“But is she crazy for you?”

Krystal prominently entered the living area.

“We have to get ready soon,” Oliver told her. “And don’t worry, I have my green.”

“Good,” she smiled.

Krystal Raghalleigh was ecstatic as she, Oliver, Fred, Harry, Angelina, Alicia, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Cho, Cedric and George chilled in the Weasley’s living space. The Irish had won.

“Fred, don’t even thinking about bringing out the fire whiskey,” Ginny warned him as he went over to the small cabinet.

“Sorry sis, too late,” George told her as he held up two empty bottles.

“I’m leaving this so I don’t get in trouble,” Ginny stormed out of the room. Hermione followed.

Fred and George laughed.

“Cheers friends” Ron toasted. Everyone clinked their glasses.

“Godric, what a win,” Krystal smiled as she took another sip of her drink.

“That’s the eleventh time you’ve said that,” Oliver teased her.

“Bulgaria should of won…” Ron complained.

“They didn’t deserve it whatsoever…” Krystal rebutted.

“Oh Ronny here is mad his boyfriend Vicky-poo didn’t win the cup,” Fred laughed.

“Stop it Fred!” he muttered angrily.

“He did catch the snitch though,” Cedric said. “Quite a good seeker.”

“Indeed,” Harry replied.

“Krys, we better get going,” Oliver whispered to her. “Don’t want to upset my mum.”

“Okay,” Krystal said, somewhat confused.

“We’ve got to go,” Oliver smiled as he left the room. “See you all soon!”

“Why did we have to get out of there so quick?”

“I don’t wanna worry my mum. Plus, I kind of want you all to myself,” he said ever so sexily.

Krystal blushed as they held hands walking down the path of loud tents.

They finally arrived at the Wood’s tent. Oliver crept inside, finding that the tent was empty.

“Alone at last,” Krystal giggled.

Oliver grinned and started kissing her crazily.

“Stop,” Krystal seriously said.

“What did I do wrong?” Oliver laughed.

“Seriously, don’t you hear that?”

“The what?”

“The screaming,” Krystal told him.

Oliver peaked outside, and saw people frantically running around. At first, he thought it was just a crazy celebration. Yet, he doubled checked, and saw fire.

“Shit, we got to get out of here!” Oliver told her.

“How about your parents?” Krystal worryingly said.

“I don’t know…but we just need to get out of here!”

Holding hands, the two ran as fast as they could. They had no clue where they were going, they just sprinted away from the danger.

“A portkey!” Krystal pointed out, noticing the group of people around a tattered old top hat.

The two frantically rushed over and grabbed onto the hat.

“Hold on tight,” one man said.

“Where is this going exactly?” Oliver asked.

The man laughed. “You couldn’t tell my accent? America baby.”

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