𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆

035

" Oh boy! " Sirius laughed in remembrance

" They are just like James " Remus sighed to Molly

I ran up to Fred and George's room while Harry went for Ron and Hermione.

I banged open the door, laughing as Fred fell from the bed

" Good morning boyssss.......get up, we're going quidditching " I beamed at them helping Fred up

Fred plopped back into the bed as George pulled me in between them

" You are too cheery. It's bloody dark outside. Sleep "

Blood rushed to my cheeks as I held my breath

I was in between two fricking handsome dudes!

" Nope, get up. Molly's calling for- "

" Shut up " Fred put a hand on my mouth and stopped me midway.

" Just a little longer Lia. Sleep with us "  George put the blanket over me.

I was a little skeptical about the idea.

But, would I miss out the chance of sleeping between two of my favourite characters?

You're right, absolutely not

" Hey, get up!! "  Harry yelled from the doorway

No way the twins had just abducted his twin.

" Shut up Harrikkins, I'm having such a nice sleep" she mumbled holding Fred- or was it George tighter.

" She looks comfortable" Ginny and Hermione gave the trio suggestive looks

" Ya, no need for such good sleep " Harry snapped and pulled Camelia to him.

He picked her up and dropped her on the ground

" What the fuck?! " She glared at her brother

" Good morning! " Harry brightly chirped  and strutted out of the room.

( " Good job son, protect your sister from all the lustful boys. "  James patted his own back

" The Weasley twins are good boys, James "

" No you don't understand. All boys want one thing "

" So you did too? "

That's when James realised he had fucked up

" DEVILLLLLLLLL......HELLPP MEEEE "  )

It was chilly and the moon was still out. Only a dull, greenish tinge along the horizon to their right showed that daybreak was drawing closer.

“So how does everyone get there without all the Muggles noticing?” Harry suddenly asked.

“It’s been a massive organizational problem,” sighed Mr Weasley

. “The trouble is, about a hundred thousand wizards turn up at the World Cup, and of course, we just haven’t got a magical site big enough to accommodate them all. There are places Muggles can’t penetrate, but imagine trying to pack a hundred thousand wizards into Diagon Alley or platform nine and three -quarters. So we had to find a nice deserted moor, and set up as many anti- Muggle precautions as possible. The whole Ministry’s been working on it for months. First, of course, we have to stagger the arrivals. People with cheaper tickets have to arrive two weeks beforehand. A limited number use Muggle transport, but we can’t
have too many clogging up their buses and trains — remember, wizards are coming from all over the world. Some Apparate, of course, but we have to set up safe points for them to appear, well
away from Muggles. I believe there’s a handy wood they’re using as the Apparition point. For those who don’t want to Apparate, or can’t, we use Portkeys. They’re objects that are used to transport wizards from one spot to another at a prearranged time. You can do large groups at a time if you need to. There have been two hundred
Portkeys placed at strategic points around Britain, and the nearest
one to us is up at the top of Stoatshead Hill, so that’s where we’re
headed.” Mr. Weasley pointed ahead of them, where a large black mass
rose beyond the village of Ottery St. Catchpole.