Chapter 3
The walk over the hill was exhausting to say the least, but they do get to meet up with the Diggorys, Cedric was as charming as ever, sweet, and polite making Ginny and Hermione blush, and Harry if that counts. Oh didn't he mention? Harry was having a crisis last year with his own preferences in a partner, as Hermione called it, he was known as Bisexual, he both fancied girls and blokes but he leaned more into blokes since- well they're blokes, who wouldn't fancy them?
Anyway, Cedric was the total opposite of his father, rude, boastful and egotistic might he add. As now Weasleys plus Hermione and Harry and the Diggorys were now walking up the hill, which by the way was exhausting, did he mention that already? Well it's true, there was an old boot, placed over the edge of the hill, Mr.Weasleh then brought the group into a huddle as they instructed everyone to grab onto the boot, and grab they do as they were then yanked over their feet, it was like a suction, a vacuum being sucked into a tube, you can feel your body body being stretched out, your organs moving around your body as they then landed with a thud.
Harry then landed, face planted as he groaned in pain, especially Hermione who was now on top of Harry. "Hermione, would you please?" Harry then cried out, Hermione wasn't fat or heavy, Harry was just too skinny, he was all skin and bones due to the Malnourishment he had experienced with the Dursleys.
Hermione then blushed and stood up hastily, offering a hand to Harry who gladly took it. "Sorry Harry" she then mumbled. The Group then continued their journey, tents were scattered about as witches, wizards and even muggles alike were wandering around, the stadium were now up view, preventing the muggles to see it.
They then entered deeper into the field, as they were deeper, there were a VIP sign with tents huge and fancy, one in particular was very familiar, because there were peacocks, peacocks?! Ofcourse the Malfoys would bring peacocks. Harry then thought.
There, a familiar blond then approached the group, Malfoy Jr. Then sneered at every single one of us, including me which was not surprising. The Malfoy Patriarch and lady Malfoy was closed behind, Malfoy Sr. Who was sneering at the Weasley Patriarch then drawled. "Oh Merlin Weasley, did you have to sell you house to afford such tickets" Mr.Weasley then gritted his teeth to pull himself from saying things he might regret.
Luckily Amos was there to intervene, never have Harry thought he'd be grateful to the bald headed man, "ah! Mr.Malfoy, nice weather innit? Well we won't be wasting much if your time since your a busy man now aren't you. We'll be going now, gooday!"
The group then wandered about the campsite which consisted of a single, worn out tent. "Uh- not to be rude or anything Mr.Weasley but how is that going to fit all of us?" Hermione then asked. Mr.Weasley simply laughed it off before opening the flap of the tent, revealing a whole apartment size inside. "I love magic" Harry then mumbled.
The Group then settled their belongings in the tent, resting for a bit before they went over the stadium to avoid the line which was starting to form by the time they have settled themselves over the top box.
The top box consisted of the Minister, Mr.Malfoy, and many other people Harry did not bothered to remember. He then sighed, sat himself over the left side of the top box, grabbed his leather bound sketch book that had his initials with green over. Harry J. Potter and started pouring his heart out by sketching what comes to mind. Ever since the Dursleys had started to become physical with him which was exactly him being 4 years of age. Harry managed to sneak the leather bound sketchbook from a school mate who threw it at the bin, during one of Mrs.Primrose lesson.
Harry stole that sketchbook and snuck it in the cupboard. Ever since he started to draw, mindful of the pages, even though it had over a thousand of it. He rarely drew in it but every time he did, his skill improved, magnificently might I add.
Harry then drew a snitch zooming past the stands at the Quidditch pitch with a drawing of himself on a broom, reaching for it. He felt comforted in knowing he can draw what he enjoyed most, his feelings, emotions, since no one ever understood him nor the pain he had to endure, he drew them, each page consisted of every personal experience he had experienced and so he cherished the sketchbook. Like any possessions he had.
"Wow, that's awesome Harry" Ginny then spoke over his shoulder. Harry then just nodded at her, hastily closing it and hid it over his jacket.
The game then started hours upon hours with nonstop cheering with the teams they rooted for. The Bulgarians and the Ireland did marvelously but personally, Harry was rooting for the Bulgarians.
An hour and a half then passed, Viktor Krum caught the snitch but the Ireland won, Viktor caught the snitch too early but nonetheless people were still cheering on for their team.
After the game, the Group of red heads plus Harry and Hermione then headed back to the tent. Harry was still not tired so he then decided to take a stroll while the others rested and or played wizards chess to pass the time. Harry then ventured deeper into the Forest where it was quite, safe, peaceful. Tho the background noice could still be heard. He then seated himself over the root of a tree, facing the starts that was covered by the leaves of the tree, the cool air kissing his skin, it was cold but still brought warmth in Harry.
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Harry then bolted up with his wand in hand, pointing at the direction of the noice. "Who's there? Show yourself!" Harry then asked. Just then a bulk figure then appeared within Harry's view. He wore a red Bulgarian Quidditch Robe, buzz cut hair, the person had a strong jaw line, broad shoulders and chest, he could be Atleast 6 feet tall, dwarfing Harry in height. "I- I am sorry if I invaded your alone time. My name is-"
"Viktor Krum." Harry then spoke, wide eyed as his wand hand then lowered but shook a little, his heart was beating so fast it might explode, he had this blush on his face, thank merlin it was dark or else the Bulgarians seeker might take notice. "Yeah- I know who you are. Sorry, I'll uh leave" Harry then moved pass Viktor who only gripped Harry's arm, firm but not tight.
"No- I should apologize, I did not know this area was occupied. I should go, you stay Mr...?" Harry then turned towards Viktor, their face was now close, Harry could practically feel his breath over his face.
"Your Harry Potter." He could hear the Bulgarians breath hitched, eyes wide and is that a blush on his cheek? Nah, maybe it was the trick of the light- dark, whatever. Harry then turned away. "Mhm, please don't tell me your one of those creepy fans." Viktor then laughed, surprising Harry, Viktor had this baritone voice and with his laugh made it sound so angelic in a way.
"I assure you Harry Potter, I am not one of those people you spoke off, for I experience the same." Harry then turned fully over Viktors direction, with his hand never removing over his arm but now held losely.
"Oh." Harry then said. "Brilliant then." He then smiled. "Why don't we sit together? I could use the company" Viktor then said, but before Harry could respond, he starts leading him towards where he previously sat and sat himself down, patting the ground beside him. Harry, having not mind then sat beside Viktor, with his back on the trunk of the tree.
"You did great out there you know" Harry then completed the seeker. "I wish I could do all that, I'm not good like you are, just average." Viktor then smiled a little at that as he took looked over at the stars. "Thankyou Harry, may I call you Harry?" Viktor then asked, glancing over at said person. "Yeah I don't mind." Harry glanced back with a smile on his face, making the green eyed teen look mesmerizing with the moon shining over them, making him look like a deity himself.
"Beautiful.." Viktor then mumbled softly. Blushing now realizing what he just said. "Hm?" Harry not having heated of what Viktor just said which relieved Viktor. "Oh it's nothing."
The two then spoke, about there experienced with paparazzi, rumors, and everything, well except on Harry's part the personal issues he still have not yet told anyone. When it was almost the stroke of midnight, Harry then stood up, bid Viktor goodbye and promised to owl him, Viktor smiled at his new friend and nodded, promising the same before Harry left back to where he came from.
Viktor then leaned his hand over his side when he felt something leathery, He looked down and saw that it was a book. He picked it up, opened it and was mesmerized by the drawing that was in it, some were happy, some were not, it looked personal. Viktor then turned over the cover and saw the initials over the sketchbook. 'harry potter' Viktor then thought.
He should give this back- but Viktor wanted to keep it for a while, something he could hold onto to remind himself of his friend, until the time comes where he can return it back. Didn't the headmaster mention about a tournament being host over at Hogwarts? Harry studies there, so maybe he could return it by then.
Viktor then smiled. Yes he would return it then, in that was he could still have the excuse to talk to his green eyed friend.
TO BE CONTINUED