purely supplemental fanfiction
corresponds to HQoW, Year Four
is based entirely on " Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire"
Hers, not mine.
Just got back from the
Cup! Wish it had been a longer match – I couldn’t believe how great it was,
though. Krum took a Bludger in the face- did the best Wronski Feint I’ve ever
seen in my life – nearly killed himself. Brilliant. Then he came right up in
the Top Box and I was next to him! I was right, too – Harry definitely appreciated
the whole thing. He was going crazy afterwards, talking about all the stuff
he’s going to try this year on the Gryffindor team. Can’t wait to see him give
it a go – it’d be great if Harry ever played for England, wouldn’t it? Maybe
then we wouldn’t be so dismal. Not that Bulgaria’s all that great – only reason
they got to the Cup was because of Krum.
Krum – still can’t believe
I saw him right up close like that. Can’t believe all Hermione had to say was
"He looks really grumpy." What’s she on about? He’s a genius! She
just likes all those Lockhart types, doesn’t care about talent or brains – saw
her looking at Pretty Boy Diggory, up on Stoatshead Hill. Anyway, the only people
there who really mattered in the looks department were those veela. They’re
bloody unreal. I mean, technically, sure, they’re birds or something, but who
cares? Very nice.
Really disturbing, though,
the rest of the trip. The Dark Mark, and everything. Wish anybody knew what
to make of it – makes me a bit nervous, especially with Harry’s scar, and him
talking about You-Know-Who, without saying You-Know-Who. Muggle-borns don’t
appreciate how much weight that name carries. Muggle-borns. I’m getting a bit
worried about all that. What the Death Eaters did to those Muggles at the match
– that was sick. And Hermione - I swear to God, if Malfoy says that filthy thing
to her one more time, I’m going to rip his stupid head off his twisted little
neck. What does he think he’s doing? Right in front of Harry and me, every time
– he must WANT us to flatten him. And the things his dad said to mine about
the money right in front of the Minister – God, I hate that crap. Those Malfoys
are on the same side with You-Know-Who, too. Makes my blood boil.
Glad I’m home, even if
I would’ve liked a longer match. At least everybody’s okay – ‘cept Dad – he’ll
have to be at work all the time after what happened. Bill was saying to me that
I don’t understand it – I’m too young to know the fear the Dark Mark puts in
people – but he remembers well enough, and he’s told me to keep an eye on Harry.
Reckon I will.
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Okay, that’s IT. These
robes are never TOUCHING me. I will NOT wear some laced up velvet number – Mum
said I can just go naked – well, I’d rather. Harry’s got really nice ones, and
mine are rubbish. Of course. As usual. It must be really nice to have all that
money, and not have to be stuck with this CRAP. And Hermione, trying to see
them – NO ONE is going to see them. That I had to see them is bad enough.
I can hear her and Ginny
from all the way up here. They’re shrieking – I think that’s laughing – what
the hell are they talking about down there? She tried to butt in on my packing,
I’m going down there and seeing what’s up, it’s only fair.
Well la-dee-da for Ginny.
Tried to slam the door on my hands, she did. "Get OUT, Ron, you were RUDE
to her, weren’t you, so just GO AWAY." And then Hermione, "Just shut
the door, Ginny, just SHUT the door, I’m already in my nightdress and he can
just apologize tomorrow for being so mean."
Apologize? They’re both
mad. Now they’re laughing again. I don’t get it at all.
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