A1|GOF| Chapter One
Aries Lestrange woke up to Nova Malfoy jumping on his bed. He was not happy.
"Nova get off!" He said and kicked Nova's legs making her fall on the bed with a thud! "Geez thanks," she said as she got off the bed.
Aries grumpily and slowly took the quilt cover off him, grabbed his clothes and headed to his bathroom to shower and change. From Lucius's wishes he was told to dress smart, so he was also comfortable he wore black jeans navy polo shirt with a black blazer, he also put his wand into his blazer pocket. He chucked his bag over his shoulder and headed downstairs for breakfast. Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, Nova and Aries all ate breakfast and left by portkey to get to the campsite.
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The Malfoys and Lestrange arrived at the campsite and was greeted by a ministry official who pointed them in the direction to the muggle campsite owner as they had to stretch onto muggle grounds. Aries was not happy with the interaction with the muggle and Lucius had to obliviate him because he was asking too many questions.
Lucius and Narcissa lead the three teens to the tent. Aries walked in and saw the tent was enlarged on the inside, it was like a muggle two bedroom apartment, equipped with a kitchen, living room, part office and a bathroom. Lucius told the teens that they had to share the other room but they had three separate single beds, Nova picked the middle one, Draco on her left side and Aries was on her right, which was the closet to the door. He knew the outcome of this event as Lucius told him the plans, when they happened he was told to get Nova and Draco to the woods.
When it was night fall the Malfoys and Lestrange exited their tent and made their way to the stadium where the Cup was held. As they made their way up the stairs of the stadium, Lucius introduced them to many Ministry Wizards and Witches, Aries noticed to worried look most gave him, because he greatly resembled his mother and you can see his father in him as well, from what Aries was told the Lestrange's were in Voldemort's inner circle and was greatly trusted but that landed them in Azkaban.
"Knew we'd get there in the end," Aries heard Fudge say to someone. "I'm no great shakes at languages; I need Barty Crouch for this sort of thing. Ah, I see his house-elf's saving him a seat. . . . Good job too, these Bulgarian blighters have been trying to cadge all the best places. . . ah, and here's Lucius!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned quickly. Edging along the second row to five still-empty seats right behind Mr. Weasley were none other than Dobby the house-elf's former owners: Lucius Malfoy; his son and daughter, Draco and Nova; and a woman Harry supposed must be Draco's mother, next to Nova stood Aries Lestrange.
"Ah, Fudge," said Mr. Malfoy, holding out his hand as he reached the Minister of Magic. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, and Daughter Draco and Nova? And this is my nephew Aries Lestrange."
"How do you do, how do you do?" said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk - Obalonsk - Mr. - well, he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else - you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"
It was a tense moment. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy looked at each other and Harry vividly recalled the last time they had come face-to-face: It had been in Flourish and Blotts' bookshop, and they had had a fight. Mr. Malfoy's cold gray eyes swept over Mr. Weasley, and then up and down the row.
"Good lord, Arthur," he said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"
Fudge, who wasn't listening, said, "Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest. "
"How - how nice," said Mr. Weasley, with a very strained smile.
Mr. Malfoy's eyes had returned to Hermione, who went slightly pink, but stared determinedly back at him. Harry knew exactly what was making Mr. Malfoy's lip curl like that. The Malfoys prided themselves on being purebloods; in other words, they considered anyone of Muggle descent, like Hermione, second-class. However, under the gaze of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Malfoy didn't dare say anything. He nodded sneeringly to Mr. Weasley and continued down the line to his seats. Draco shot Harry, Ron, and Hermione one contemptuous look, then settled himself between his mother and father, Aries and Nova sat next to each other on Narcissa's other side, they were whispering to each other. Aries noticed the Weasley twins glaring at him so he glared back and they turned away.
Next moment, Ludo Bagman charged into the box.
"Everyone ready?" he said, his round face gleaming like a great, excited Edam. "Minister - ready to go?"
"Ready when you are, Ludo," said Fudge comfortably.
Ludo whipped out his wand, directed it at his own throat, and said "Sonorus!" and then spoke over the roar of sound that was now filling the packed stadium; his voice echoed over them, booming into every corner of the stands.
"Ladies and gentlemen. . . welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"
The mascots of the Bulgarian and Irish team came on then Ludo introduced the teams and the referee, then the match began.