Elysia Dumbledore [A Harry Potter Fan Fiction]

Chapter Seven ~ The End of the Games

My eyes burst open to see a number of things. Number one, a room lit way way way too brightly, number two, freezing water dripping down my cheeks and eyes from the damp cloth on my forehead, as well as the highly confused face of Drew, sitting beside my stretcher.

"You missed the Bulgarians Veela." he said simply, shining me his winning smile.

"The... Veela?" I said slowly, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head.

"Yeah, but getting caught mid-air by Viktor Krum makes up for it." he gushed, his eyes wandering in to the distance as he remembered one of the most terrifying memories of my life.

"Viktor... Krum?" I repeated, sounding like a speaking goldfish.

"Yeah and-" Drew began, before a deafening roar interrupted him.

I flinched and curled in to the fetal position as I waited for the death eaters to emerge and destroy us all, but this thought was disturbed by the fact that the Irish national anthem was playing, overlapped by small, merry Irish tunes that even I recognised.

"THE IRISH WON!" Drew roared, jumping up and completely ignoring my obvious terror.

Relaxing slightly, I allowed myself to lay flat and take some deep breaths. Across from me in the tent that, judging by the magnificent crimson cross embroidered in to it's white, canvas sides, was the medical tent, Drew was dancing and jumping for joy, like a small child.

I actually laughed, if you can believe me, at him. How could I not laugh at his light-hearted display? Soon, my sides were splitting with joy, and Drew turned over and hoisted me to my feet. On further inspection of his strawberry-blond hair, I sensed he had some Irish blood in him

Playing unimaginably loud was a particularly fast Irish song, a song that you couldn't help but tap your feet to. Suddenly, the egg on the back of my head was hidden by my hair that had fallen out of it's braid, and my concussion melted to allow Drew to dance me out of the tent.

Our hands felt like the flesh had been merged as we danced alongside the happy Irish supporters, and my feet that were so often uncoordinated, were now skipping weightlessly (a word that I now despised) to the rhythm of the song.

The music was so thick in the air, that I couldn't help but feel as though it was the blood of some divine being, being pulsed through the narrow stretched between enchanted tents and houses. It was so... perfect, so absolutely magical that I found myself laughing and dancing as if nothing else mattered in the world.

"ELL! I'M GOING TO COLLECT MY WINNINGS!" Drew yelled, directly in to my eardrum, so as to allow me to hear.

Nodding, I saw that the Weasley tent could be nothing short of half a yard away from me, so I mischievously ran to it quickly, and began rummaging through my trunk until I found it. It was probably the most beautiful item of clothing that I owned, a beautiful dress that I had salvaged from a muggle clothing store 'Sale'.

It was a strapless blue dress, with immaculate patterns punched into the upper layer of the soft material. It somehow, as if by Muggle Magic, fitted my body perfectly. Tonight was the perfect night to wear it, I knew that for sure. All worries were lifted form my mind I pulled the forget-me-not coloured dress over my pale body.

Discarding the idea of shoes and my wand, I decided to go completely vulnerable in to Drew's arms. Vulnerable was the right word for it, because as soon as I look a few steps away from it, I felt the more heart-wrenching anxiety overcome my limbs.

Ignoring this feeling, I ran over the long, green grass, with my bare feet pounding softly against the soft tufts of plant life. Instantly, my fears drained as I saw Drew's bewildered face searching for me amongst the sea of green, and that's where the colour of my dress came in handy.