Camp site, Quidditch World Cup 1994
The Weasley tent, camp fire
7:15 PM
Cloudy skies with the sun seeping through as it slowly begins to go down.
With the sun setting. As he approached the tent they were staying at, he saw a small campfire in between the tents George, Fred and Bill already was seated in the camping chairs. It was a nice summer evening. Arthur came out of the tent holding a bag of sausage and hotdog buns. "Oh good Harry you're back in time for dinner, sit down". Harry sat down in a blue camping chair, as Hermione, Ron and Ginny came out from the large boys tent in which they had been playing cards.
Ron and Bill passed the butter beer to him, Ginny was giving him a long hard stare at him "so why did Amelia Bones want to meet you?".
"She wanted to warn me about tomorrow's game, and said that I could be in danger if I go"
Arthur began putting the sausages and hot dogs on the grill.
He put the last sausage on the grill and turned them over with a spatula as magic was not allowed. Arthur took them off the grill and put them in a big bowl along side the buns. "This muggle tool is really quite useful". He said smiling.
Before they began eating Harry leaned over and whispered "I will explain everything tonight, i will come over when everyone has gone to bed" into Ginny's ear.
It was almost 8 pm before the food was finished and they all went into their tents for the night. Harry and Ron stayed awake and talked about tomorrow's match. "Ireland has a much better team but Krum is really good, I think he will snatch the snitch before Ireland have the chance to build up the lead". Ron said.
Harry disagreed with him on that point. "The team is more important than a single player". Harry said back.
11:31 PM
It was dark outside with the last of the sun going down over the horizon.
The tent was in silence except from the occasional sound of someone turning over in their sleep. Harry waited until everyone was asleep before he quietly got up out of bed. He then snuck over to Ginny's tent. He opened the tent flap and got inside, he found her in a long red nightgown that had fallen down on her shoulder, her tits were clearly visible in the moonlight that came through the tent fabric. She had her long red hair out and spread over her pillow. She woke up as he approached and turned over to him. "Ginny, you look beautiful". Harry whispered.
Harry laid down beside her, she scooted over to him and embraced him with her arms around his neck. She was wearing nothing under the nightgown. She then leaned in and they shared a kiss, her warm lips against his.
She flung her day over her hips and sat on his crotch, which now presented a noticeable bulge. She pushed down his pajama trousers and flung up smacking her stomach. He was half hard already and Ginny could feel his cock growing more stiff with each touch of her hands as she touched his length. Ginny's fingers reached the tip and began playing with his precum. "Mmm your precum is nice and slippery". She said smiling.
"Harry, what really happened with Amelia". Ginny said looking down at his thick cock. She straddled him and guided the tip of his cock to her pussy lips. She lowered herself down until he was completely inside her, making a slight squeal as she did so.
Ginny began riding him slowly up and down, Harry put his hands on her ass cheeks and pulled her up and down with each stroke. He watched as she rode him. Harry could hear the wet sound of her riding him. Her ass hitting his thighs with each stroke.
"She insisted that i should skip the match and when I said no she flashed me" Harry said.
Ginny was in a daze as she rode his cock. "Did she show you her tits?".
"Yes, and i end fucked her as she had asked me to".
"Describe it" Ginny said as her pussy tightened.
"She had this black dress that showed off her big tits. She put her mouth around my veiny cock and begin sucking it slowly. She kept on sucking my cock for a while. Then she began sucking my cock faster, she was using her hands to stroke my shaft while sucking me off. Her mouth was so warm that i could feel my cum building up and it didn't take long before i face fucked her and shoot mt load into her mouth and onto her face". Harry said. Ginny's rolled her eyes.
"Ah, my boyfriend is such a naughty man whore ". Ginny said.
She leaned over and kissed Harry with a fierce passion. Ginny felt the tip of his cock reaching her cervix, as her orgasm came over her.
Her pussy tightening and spasming. She moaned loudly, "ohh god, i'm cumming". As she rode him faster. Harry felt her pussy tightening as she came. Her pussy had never been this tight before. "I'm cumming too". Harry said as he began fucking up into her with faster strokes, Ginny felt his cock going deeper as his balls hit her clitoris and her pussy. She felt his hot cum pouring into her. She stopped moving as she felt his big cock spasming inside her pussy. Harry was cumming deep inside her. Her pussy tightened even more around his cock. Ginny collapsed onto Harry as she felt the warmth of his cum filling her up.
Harry could feel Ginny's pussy convulse again, tightening around his cock again, squeezing the last drop of his hot seed out of his cock as her ass hit his thighs one last time. She rolled off of him with his wet cock still inside her.
"Did she ask for you to fuck her too". Ginny asked.
"Kinda, she pushed my cock into her pussy and i fucked her really hard, she really enjoyed it as I pounded her into a state of ecstasy".
Ginny leaned over and took his cock in her mouth, sucking it clean. They talked while cuddling until they fell asleep.
6:07 AM
It was dawn outside, the sun was rising over the horizon. The morning dew on the grass outside.
Harry sneaked back into the boys tent before anyone woke up and discovered he wasn't in his bed.
Arthur woke everyone up at 8am in the morning so they could eat breakfast. The match began in the evening so there was no stress. They all decided to split up to check out the vendors before the match.
A sense of excitement rose like a palpable cloud over the campsite as the afternoon wore on. The Ministry seemed to have bowed to the inevitable, and stopped fighting the signs of blatant magic now breaking out everywhere.
Salesmen were Apparating every few feet, carrying trays and pushing carts full of extraordinary merchandise. There were luminous rosettes – green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria – which were squealing the names of the players, pointed green hats bedecked with dancing shamrocks, Bulgarian scarves adorned with lions that really roared, flags from both countries which played their national anthems as they were waved; there were tiny models of Firebolts, which really flew, and collectible figures of famous players, which strolled across the palm of your hand, preening themselves.
'Been saving my pocket money all summer for this,' Ron told Harry, as they and Hermione strolled through the salesmen, buying souvenirs. Though Ron purchased himself a dancing-shamrock hat and a large green rosette.
'Wow, look at these!' said Harry, hurrying over to a cart piled high with what looked like brass binoculars, except that they were covered in all sorts of weird knobs and dials.
'Omnioculars,' said the saleswizard eagerly. 'You can replay action … slow everything down … and they flash up a play-by-play breakdown if you need it. Bargain – ten Galleons each.'
'Wish I hadn't bought this now,' said Ron, gesturing at his dancing shamrock hat and gazing longingly at the Omnioculars.
'Three pairs,' said Harry firmly to the wizard.
'No – don't bother,' said Ron, going red. He was always touchy about the fact that Harry, who had inherited a small fortune from his parents, had much more money than he did.
'You won't be getting anything for Christmas,' Harry told him, thrusting Omnioculars into his and Hermione's hands.
'Fair enough,' said Ron, grinning.
'Oooh, thanks, Harry,' said Hermione. 'And I'll get us some programmes, look –'
Their money bags were considerably lighter, so they went back to the tents. Bill, Charlie and Ginny were all sporting green rosettes too, and Mr Weasley was carrying an Irish flag. Fred and George had no souvenirs as they had given Bagman all their gold.
And then a deep, booming gong sounded somewhere beyond the woods, and, at once, green and red lanterns blazed into life in the trees, lighting a path to the pitch.
'It's time!' said Mr Weasley, looking as excited as any of them. 'Come on, let's go!'
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'Theeeeeeeey're OFF!' screamed Bagman. 'And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!'
The speed of the players was incredible – the Chasers were throwing the Quaffle to each other so fast that Bagman only had time to say their names. Harry spun the 'slow' dial on the right of his Omnioculars again, pressed the 'play by play' button on the top and he was immediately watching in slow motion, while glittering purple lettering flashed across the lenses, and the noise of the crowd pounded against his eardrums.
After a while they saw how the Irish Seeker had suddenly gone into a dive, and Harry was quite sure that this was no Wronski Feint; this was the real thing …
Half the crowd seemed to have realised what was happening, the Irish supporters rose in a great wave of green, screaming their Seeker on … but Krum was on his tail. How he could see where he was going, Krum was drawing level with Lynch now, as the pair of them hurtled towards the ground.
'They're going to crash!' shrieked Hermione.
'They're not!' roared Ron.
'Lynch is!' yelled Harry.
Lynch hit the ground with tremendous force,
'The Snitch, where's the Snitch?' bellowed Charlie, along the row.
'He's got it – Krum's got it – it's all over!' shouted Harry.
The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY, IRELAND: ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY across the crowd, who didn't seem to have realised what had happened. Then, slowly, as though a great jumbo jet was revving up, the rumbling from the Ireland supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight.
'IRELAND WIN!' shouted Bagman, who, like the Irish, seemed to have been taken aback by the sudden end of the match. 'KRUM GETS THE SNITCH – BUT IRELAND WIN – good Lord, I don't think any of us were expecting that!'
'What did he catch the Snitch for?' Ron bellowed, even as he jumped up and down, applauding with his hands over his head. 'He ended it when Ireland were a hundred and sixty points ahead, the idiot!'
'He knew they were never going to catch up,' Harry shouted back over all the noise, also applauding loudly, 'the Irish Chasers were too good…'
01:23 AM
Completely dark outside except from the half moon glimmering in the sky.
'Get up! Ron – Harry – come on now, get up, this is urgent!'
Harry sat up quickly and the top of his head hit the canvas.
Dimly, he could tell that something was wrong. The noises in the campsite had changed. The singing had stopped. He could hear screams, and the sound of people running.
He slipped down from the bunk, and reached for his clothes, but Mr Weasley, who had pulled on his jeans over his own pyjamas, said, 'No time, Harry – just grab a jacket and get outside – quickly!'
Harry did as he was told, and hurried out of the tent, Ron at his heels.
By the light of the few fires that were still burning, he could see people running away into the woods, fleeing something that was moving across the field towards them, something that was emitting odd flashes of light, and noises like gunfire. Loud jeering, roars of laughter then came a burst of strong green light, which illuminated the scene.
A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upwards, was marching slowly across the field. Harry squinted at them … they didn't seem to have faces … then he realised that their heads were hooded and their faces masked.
'I hope the others are OK,' said Hermione after a while.
'They'll be fine,' said Ron.
'Imagine if your dad catches Lucius Malfoy,' said Harry, sitting down next to Ron and watching the small figure of Krum slouching over the fallen leaves. 'He's always said he'd like to get something on him.'
'That'd wipe the smirk off old Draco's face, all right,' said Ron.
'Mad, though, to do something like that when the whole Ministry of Magic's out here tonight!' said Hermione. 'I mean, how do they expect to get away with it? Do you think they've been drinking, or are they just –'
'Harry, come on, move!' Hermione had seized the back of his jacket, and was tugging him backwards.
'What's the matter?' Harry said, startled to see her face so white and terrified.
'It's the Dark Mark, Harry!' Hermione moaned, pulling him as hard as she could. 'You-Know-Who's sign!'
'Voldemort's –?'
6:03 AM
Mr Weasley woke them after only a few hours' sleep. He used magic to pack up the tents, and they left the campsite as quickly as possible.
They heard urgent voices as they approached the spot where the Portkeys lay and, when they reached it, they found a great number of witches and wizards gathered around Basil, the keeper of the Portkeys, all clamouring to get away from the campsite as quickly as possible. Mr Weasley had a hurried discussion with Basil; they joined the queue, and were able to take an old rubber tyre back to Stoatshead Hill before the sun had really risen. They walked back through Ottery St Catchpole towards The Burrow in the dawn light, talking very little because they were so exhausted, and thinking longingly of their breakfast. As they rounded the corner in the lane, and The Burrow came into view, a cry echoed along the damp lane.
'Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness!'
Mrs Weasley, who had evidently been waiting for them in the front yard, came running towards them, still wearing her bedroom slippers, her face pale and strained, a screwed-up copy of the Daily Prophet clutched in her hand. 'Arthur – I've been so worried – so worried –'
The Daily Prophet fell out of her limp hand onto the ground. Looking down, Harry saw the headline: SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP, complete with a twinkling, black-and-white photograph of the Dark Mark over the tree-tops.
'You're all right,' Mrs Weasley muttered distractedly, releasing Mr Weasley and staring around at them all with red eyes, 'you're alive … oh, boys …'
When they were all crammed into the tiny kitchen, and Hermione had made Mrs Weasley a cup of very strong tea, into which Mr Weasley insisted on pouring a shot of Ogdens Old Firewhisky, Bill handed his father the newspaper. Mr Weasley scanned the front page while Percy looked over his shoulder.
'I knew it,' said Mr Weasley heavily. 'Ministry blunders … culprits not apprehended … lax security … Dark wizards running unchecked … national disgrace … Who wrote this? Ah … of course … Rita Skeeter.'
'That woman's got it in for the Ministry of Magic!' said Percy furiously. 'Last week she was saying we're wasting our time quibbling about cauldron thickness, when we should be stamping out vampires! As if it wasn't specifically stated in paragraph twelve of the Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans –'
'Do us a favour, Perce,' said Bill, yawning, 'and shut up.'
He heaved a deep sigh. 'Molly, I'm going to have to go into the office, this is going to take some smoothing over.'
'I'll come with you, Father,' said Percy importantly. 'Mr Crouch will need all hands on deck. And I can give him my cauldron report in person.'
12 PM
As Arthur and Percy were at work and all except Harry and Molly were catching up on their sleep and rested after the night's events.
Molly was crouching down as she was bobbing her head on Harry's girthy cock while sunlight streamed through the kitchen window. They talked about what happened as she was sucking him off. Harry was just standing there in a kitchen, his cock was sticking out of his sweatpants. The tip was pressing on the roof of Molly's mouth, as she sucked him off and swallowed his precum. Molly looked up at him with her green eyes and he smiled down at her. She was sucking him off with ease, it was not the first time she had done it, she was an expert at it. Harry's cock was hard and stiff, it was pushing against the back of Molly's throat. She tried to keep it from choking her, but it didn't really matter. She was used to it, and she liked it. Harry then moans, as she swirls her tongue over the tip of his cock.
"Oh Molly," Harry moaned softly, as he closed his eyes and enjoyed Molly's sucking, "Oh God Molly you are so good."
Molly opens her eyes and looks up at Harry. She smiles and moans into his cock. She likes to see him enjoying her sucking, it makes her happy and warm inside.
"Mmm, Oh Harry," she moaned back, as she kept sucking his cock, "Mmm yes that's right, suck my cock Molly."
Molly likes to hear Harry talk dirty, it makes her get wetter between her legs. Her pussy starts to tingle and she feels the warm sensation spread through her body. She tightens her lips around Harry's cock and moves her head back and forward fast. His cock started to pulse in her mouth and she knew he was getting close to orgasm. She then moves her head faster on Harry's cock, and moves her tongue over his tip in circle motion.
"Ah Molly, Oh Molly," Harry shouted as his legs started to shake, "Mmmm I am going to cum, Molly."
Molly then feels the warmth of Harry's cum filling her mouth. She swallows every drop of his cum eagerly. When she was done swallowing Harry's cum, she licked his cock clean and put it back into his sweatpants. Harry looks down at Molly with a smile on his face.
"Well," Harry shrug,
Molly had then began doing the washing-up. She hummed as she did it. She was happy after sucking Harry off, it was putting her in a good mood.
"So I don't get any this morning," Ginny says with a pout, as she walks up behind Harry, "Not even a kiss?"
Harry turns and kisses Ginny on the cheek. "Maybe later."
Ginny smiles. "I'm looking forward to it."
Harry had then proceeded to help Molly with the washing-up. Ginny sat down at the table to read her book. Harry and Molly talk as they do the washing-up.
It was a very slow, gloomy week after the world cup. There was an odd mixture of shock, anger and grief in the wizarding world. They all knew that You-Know-Who could never have returned to power without his devoted followers, his Death Eaters, yet nobody seemed to believe that they were any longer a threat.
Mr Weasley and Percy were at work on a new law to ensure the wand-carriers were forced to comply with it. Meanwhile, Fudge continued to take no action except to keep dismissing anyone who suggested that Voldemort could be back. As there was no concrete evidence of Voldemort's return.
To try to keep Harry's mood up Molly, Ginny and Hermione serviced him on a regular basis and sometimes even Luna came over to help, they didn't even bother wearing underwear. It wasn't hard to keep it from the male's of the family because Arthur and Percy worked all the time and Fred, George and Ron kept working on products with the things they had. While Bill and Charlie had gone home.
A week after the world cup had ended in the evening around 5 am a hard knock was heard at the front door. They were just about to have dinner, and Arthur got up to answer the door .
"Who could that be, at this time?" said Mrs Weasley worriedly, looking around at the long table.
Harry saw Ginny, Luna and Hermione give each other a nervous glance. But when Harry opened the door he was met with a small woman clad in pink from top to toe.
"I am Dolores Umbridge and I come from the ministry of magic to speak to Harry Potter" She said snarkily with a hint of disdain.
"Yes of course, come in." Said Arthur in confusion.
She walked in acting like the house was beneath her "I would like to speak with Mr Potter in private".
This time Harry spoke up "No anything you can say to me, you can say in front of them."
"Fine." she said, but made a face that showed her displeasure. "The ministry would like you to show support to ministry in these time"
"So you want me to be your dumb mascot to spread your propaganda" Harry asks sarcastically.
Dolores made an angry face but she tried to compose herself, she knew that she could not lose her cool, that the whole house of wizards would hear it.
"No not at all, just a small speech from you would do wonders for the public, it is after all your duty as someone protected by the government" She says with a fake smile on her face.
"You must be joking, I don't believe you. What protection? the same protection who let the death eaters attack the biggest sport event in the wizarding world" said Harry.
"I see that you are completely unreasonable and this will be relayed to the minister ." Dolores face had turned red with anger as she stormed out the house.
The atmosphere in the house was tense after that visit. After dinner Harry just went up to bed, he was so tired of all the things that were going on, the world cup and then the visit from Dolores.
"Come on Ginny, let's just go to bed, I am just too tired for anything else" Harry said as they walked up the stairs out of the dining room. Ginny nodded and followed him upstairs. They went into their rooms and went to bed.