Summer of Dreams
Harry sighed in contempt as he flopped onto his king sized bed. The
first week of his holidays had been the best he had ever had. He
only spent a single night at the Leaky Cauldron. He soon had been
booked into the Hilton Hotel in one of the top suites with the help of
Dumbledore as his guardian. The general story was that
Dumbledore was Harry's grandfather and they were here on a
business trip, Dumbledore would be busy almost constantly and
Harry would mostly be at the hotel by himself.
His room had the biggest, softest, warmest bed he had ever seen.
The bathroom had a jacuzzi bathtub and all the scented bubbles he
could imagine. Meals, were something else entirely. Eating in a
different restaurant every day with the beat food money could buy.
Harry's bed was made for him, clothes cleaned and folded, towels
changed and room cleaned for him.
He spent his days relaxing in his room, watching movies at the
cinemas and exploring muggle london. He still meditated day and
night and exercised in the mornings. But that didn't start until at least
ten.
Harry didn't understand why rich people always walked around so
stiff and acted like there was a stick up their arse. Living the high life
was the most relaxing thing ever. Who could be so stiff when there
were chairs, that literally gave you a massage as you watched TV or
read a book. What could they possibly have to make them so stuck
up and unnatural. He would melt into those chairs every evening,
when he came out his muscles were so loose and stress free he felt
the wind might blow him away.
The hotel completely amazed Harry with its service and technology. I
mean how fast do those elevators really go, seriously, it was
amazing. And how high you could jump when you reached the top,
or trying to jump but your body just not working at the bottom.
They had pools that you could swim and swim for hours, without
moving anywhere. The jets made a current to swim against and you
could go until you physically couldn't, without having to turn around
and go the other way once. He couldn't believe he had never scene
a treadmill either. It was just like the pool but with running. Absolutely
mind blowing. Of course he only used the treadmill, the pool not
being his thing.
And looking around he was incredibly disappointed at the attitude of
some of his neighbors. Some old hag two doors down started yelling
at the room service people because there was a lump in her bed.
Turns out she just had her wallet in her back pocket. Completely
mental she was. This poor girl no more than eighteen, was trying to
do her best and find the problem with the bed. Whilst this old bat
screams her head off at how pathetic and uneducated the younger
generation was. AND THE OLD LADY WAS THE ONE WHO WAS
STUPID. Did they not teach manners back in the sixteenth century
because she clearly didn't learn any. She didn't even say thank you
afterwards. Utterly horrible these rich people were.
Harry had found the ins and outs of the rich life pretty quickly though.
His kind attitude and manners earned him free candies in his room, a
free refill with his meals. It was brilliant what a please and thank you
could get a kid.
He hadn't touched his homework for the first two weeks. But after a
while the lack of things to do and extreme amounts of free time
caught up on him. He pulled out his assignments during the third
week and by the end of the week they were all done.
Harry made a stop into Diagon Alley to buy some new books on
dueling techniques and the animagus transformation. He had sent a
letter to Sirius with Hedwig and had been given permission to start
changing is nails to claws, teeth to sharpen and lengthen, grow fur,
ears on the top of his head and eventually a tail. So far Harry had
gotten two claws on his left hand.
Sirius had told him that it wasn't quantity but quality with the
transformation. "There is no point being able to turn your entire right
hand into a paw if it takes you half an hour. Learn to do a single
finger to a claw, when that becomes a mere thought begin the
second individually. When the second is just as easy, learn to do
both at once. Slowly you learn a new finger and then it all together. If
you do them one at a time with your entire body you will accomplish
nothing. The transformation is not only changing your body into that
of an animal, it is doing it smoothly and instantly."
Harry was currently working towards his third claw. He figured that in
a fight, if he could turn his off hand into a vicious and deadly paw
with sharp claws he could use it in close combat. The transformation
was slow and in the three weeks he had been trying, he had made
minimal progress.
~•~
He was set to leave to the Weasley's on the thirtieth of July, that
meant he could wake up with his surrogate family. His holiday so far
had served its purpose. He was relaxed and well rested. For the first
time in his life he was going to the Burrow without a single injury and
a full stomach. Harry hadn't felt starved for over a year and he would
not miss the feeling.
His transformation was progressing slowly. He had gotten the fourth
finger to form into a fury finger with a claw and then all four together.
His next step was slightly more difficult, he needed to remove his
thumb. Fortunately it could almost just merge into his hand instead of
outright disappearing but it was more difficult than growing fur and a
claw. He also needed to do it without the Ron finding out. But that
was a problem to solve at a later date, today he was leaving his
Hotel and moving to the Burrow.
Harry had packed his trunk and had it taken down to the Lobby
earlier that day and was just relaxing in by the pool, soaking up the
warm sun until lunch time. At eleven thirty he got out and changed
into the clothes he had left out. His wet shorts were dried as much as
possible before being wrapped in a plastic bag. He collected his
trunk from the man in the lobby and placed his shorts inside before
heading onto the streets. He stuck his wand out over the street and
prepared for the loud bang that he was told would arrive with the
knight bus.
BANG
He jumped in the air and almost feel backwards. A flush of
embarrassment later and he looked up to see a young wizard around
mid twenties with a series pimple problem.
"Welcome to the knight bus, emergency travel for the lost witch or
wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor for
today. Eleven sickles gets you where you need to go, thirteen gains
a beverage of your choice from hot chocolate, tea, coffee or butter
beer, fifteen sickles buys a hot water bottle to go with it. Where will it
be today young fellow." Stan asked.
"The Burrow, St Ottery, Catchpole please. Just the ride, no extras."
Harry replied
"Welcome aboard the knight bus." Stan said as he claimed the
eleven silver coins.
The ride could only be described by one word for Harry. Terrific. The
goblin carts were always fun with their exhilarating speeds but the
knight bus was so much better. The speed was increased tenfold
and the crazy turns were sharper, faster and all the more
disorientating. Harry loved every minute of it. It was almost like being
on a broom again but without the wind. Five minutes later and Harry
climbed off the bus smiling.
He began to haul his heavy trunk up the road to the unnatural
structure that the Weasley family claimed as home. The house was
at the end of a long drive and the bus left him at the start of it. It took
Harry over five minutes to get to the front door, the Weasley's didn't
need to know he could apparate just yet.
"Oh Harry." Mrs Weasley cooed when she opened the door,
enveloping him in her trademark back breaking hugs that almost
matched Hagrids.
"Hello Mrs Weasley, it is good to see you too." Harry replied when
his lungs were freed to breath again.
"Well come in, come in. Lunch is just about to start so leave your
trunk there dear." She told him and practically dragged him to the
kitchen with mutters of "Far to thin" and "Don't know what Abus was
thinking."
"Hey Mate." Ron greeted him when he entered the room along with a
chorus of "Hi Harry" from the other Weasley's.
"So how's your summer been so far." Harry asked.
He was thrown into a very loud conversation including the four
youngest Weasley and Hermione, alternating between each of them
as they explained snippets of the first month of their summers.
Hardy listened to their explanations as he ate the delicious lunch that
Mrs Weasley had prepared. Harry enjoyed the familiar atmosphere
of the lunch. It was a nice change from the far more formal and quiet
meals he had come to expect from the past month.
"So Harry, want to play some quidditch." Ron asked.
"I could play a round of two on two, no keepers, forst to two
hundred." Harry said.
"Sounds like fun." Fred, Harry thought, said.
"Yes, let us get our brooms." The other twin added.
Soon Harry was playing a game of two on two against Ron and one
of the twins. Harry had never noticed it before, but one twin seemed
better at defense and the other offense. He assumed it may be the
same for their beater plays. Harry could never tell them apart when
flying but having one twin focus on defending the chasers and
feeding the bludgers slowly to the other to then offensively attack the
opposition. It made some sense that one would be better than the
other.
Harry never really saw the link between the positions in quidditch but
they were their. A defensive beater would have faster reflexes to
block the speeding bludgers and be good at finding middle grounds
to cover wider areas. Their reflexes could substitute to a seeker and
positioning of a defensive chaser. An offensive beater would excel at
predicting where others would be and aiming there, they would have
more power and better aim. There play reading skills could be
flipped to go where they would not as a chaser along power and aim
to throw powerful and accurate shots.
Fortunately Harry had the offensive twin on his team that Harry
decided was now dubbed Fred and the other was George. Harry did
well to cover ground as he did when looking for the snitch and his
reflexes helped save many goals. Fred also did well to occupy
George whilst Harry manoeuvred around Ron to receive a pass for
an open goal. The games purpose was more about fun than
anything but it was good for practicing to make breakaways since
almost every single one ended in a goal.
Harry and Fred won the game by thirty points and they returned to
the house. Ron seemed to be blaming it on Harry's broom and didn't
seem Happy that he got a new one when his nimbus was just fine.
Harry really couldn't be bothered to start the line of questions that
would come if he said his Uncle had burnt it along with all his other
things. If he asked what happened to it he would say it got broken
but beyond that was not important.
"So how was your summer so far Harry." Hermione asked him as he
played a losing game of quidditch with Ron.
"It's been the best, I think it was one of the beat decisions I have
ever made to spend it relaxing in a hotel. Not a single thing to worry
about and not an odd stare for an entire month. It was heaven. I did
finish all my summer work when I was there and read some books to
keep me busy so you don't have to nag me. I suppose it was the first
real holiday I have ever had to be honest." Harry explained.
"Well that is good for you, I can't wait to see my test results when
they arrive. It's only three days away, they always arrive on the first
Monday of August which falls on the first this year."
"I hope I can stay in my classes, if I don't I would have to repeat the
year or take Divination and Muggle studies." Harry said.
"Why would you have to take those." Hermione asked.
"Because I could take a guess at what third year divination teaches,
literally it is only guess work. I would like to think that I learnt enough
about muggles to make my way through the third year curriculum in
that. Therefore if I fail I have a fall back to prevent joining third years
for my electives. You need to get a P on at least four subjects for
them to make you repeat the year for core subjects and that would
only possibly happen for History, Astronomy and Potions if Snape is
nasty which means I am safe." Harry said.
"You shouldn't only aim for a pass Harry, you should always push
yourself for excellence. Or in this case Outstanding." Hermione
reprimanded him for his lack of effort in his school work.
"Let's just wait for the results." Harry replied, turning back to his
game in time to see Ron check his king.
~•~
Harry woke up early in the day of his birthday, It was never a very
special day in Harry's opinion. His birth was no miracle and it was
never celebrated before so why start now. He enjoyed all the well
wishers and presents that his friends sent him but the excitement
was just never there.
So his morning routine was unchanged, he awoke early and jogged
around the burrows grounds. He contemplated a swim in the pond
but decided against it. Sadly there were no state of the art gym
equipment to use so press ups, pull ups and similar exercises using
his body weight would need to do. Harry was showered and dressed
by seven thirty and no one was the wiser.
Mrs Weasley had breakfast started when he went down and Mr
Weasley was eating scrambled eggs at the table.
"Good morning Harry dear, Happy birthday." Mrs Weasley greeted
him.
"Yes, Happy birthday Harry." Mr Weasley said.
"Thank you Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley and good morning to you
both." Harry replied.
The morning went slowly as everybody got out of bed at their own
pace. If not for Mrs Weasley telling George to wake him, Ron would
have slept right through to lunch. Another game of quidditch began
with the arrival of Bill and Charlie that placed Harry, Bill and George
against Ron, Charlie and Fred. Unfortunately the later team reached
two hundred points first and Harry lost.
"Wonderful, just in time for lunch." Mrs Weasley said upon their
return. "I was just about ready to send Ginny off to get you."
The fire flared green for a moment and Dumbledore stepped out
wearing robes of a brilliant yellow.
"Happy birthday my boy." Dumbledore greeted Harry.
"Thank you professor." Harry replied.
"I understand you lost many of your possessions last summer so I
contacted your relatives and asked if the had anything left. There is a
very strong piece of magic on this cloak Harry, it alone was still
remaining. Do take extra care of it as it would be a shame to lose it."
Dumbledore said, handing Harry a package very similar to Harry's
mysterious christmas present in first year.
"Thank you professor, I was worried I'd lost the last piece of my
father I have." Harry said, excitement and relief filled his voice.
"Well I wish I could stay but the school needs to prepare for the
coming year, there is some very exciting things happening at
Hogwarts this year Harry, I think you might enjoy it." Dumbledore
said.
"Nope, you can count me out. I'm just going to have a quiet year this
time round thank you. I've had enough excitement at Hogwarts to
last me a lifetime." Harry replied.
"So you have, however I assure you this will be purely
entertainment. Alas I have said too much and stayed too long. I hope
to see you all again on the first of September. On second thought,
are those crystal limes." The aged headmaster said, satisfying his
sweet tooth by taking a few of the sweets before flooing away.
"Nice of Albus to stop in, better eat lunch while its warm." Mrs
Weasley said.
Lunch was a pleasant affair, Mrs Weasley had cooked an array of
salads and fillings for some very delicious sandwiches. She cooked
beef, ham, chicken and some fish along with every salad Harry could
name and some he couldn't like jeptu leaves. They were like lettuce
but very sweet and if mixed with fema bean juice they changed
colour and wriggled. They appeared to be a favourite salad topping
in wizarding britain.
After lunch Harry was sat in the living room and had presents
handed to him from every direction. Ginny gave him some broom
polish, Ron a bag of assorted sweets, Hermione a book on quidditch
tactics, the twins gave some Zonko's products and some special
creations, Percy a book on politics that may actually be useful,
Charlie handed him a practice snitch of his own and Bill a book on
practical rune applications in wards and enchantments. But it was Mr
and Mrs Weasley's gift that was by far the best.
"They are tickets to the quidditch world cup final next saturday.
Bulgaria vs Ireland here in england. We are all going." Mr Weasley
explained.
Harry was stunned, these were top box tickets and they were taking
him. It would be the first professional quidditch game he would ever
see and he could learn a lot.
"Thank you, it means a lot that you would include me in this." Harry
said.
"It's no worries Harry, your like family to all of us." Mr Weasley
replied.
"Well you can all go play outside for the rest of the day. Dinner will
be at six thirty so be back inside and ready by then." Mrs Weasley
dismissed them all.
Harry went to put the rest of his gifts in his room he shared with Ron
and was pleased to see a large Black eagle owl perched on his bed.
Sitting next to the owl was a small flat package and a letter.
Harry,
Happy birthday kiddo, fourteen already I can't believe it. I remember
teaching you to fly your first broom with James when Lily was
shopping. Your need to fly faster and higher caused a bit of
accidental magic and you broke the training barrier on it. You flew
out the window and off into the sky. James was shitting himself
running after you but Lily came home when you broke the window
and caught you. James came skidding to a halt and ran back the
other way so quick he left skid marks on the footpath.
Anyway, the owl's name is Regulus and he is my personal owl now. I
got him from an owl shop where I am now in the caribbean. Beautiful
beaches and woman as far as the eye can see. I am having a great
time and hope you are too.
Call my name into the mirror if you ever want to see me.
With love, Snuffles ( my new name )
Harry opened the package to find a small pocket mirror that one
might use for makeup. It was not overly flashy or expensive. A simple
black flip up mirror with a staggs face etched onto the front. Deciding
to test it out he flipped it open.
"Sirius." He said into the mirror, nothing happened.
"Sirius Black." Still nothing.
"Padfoot." The mirror pulsed with warmth similar to a phone ringing.
After a few seconds it stopped and Sirius' face filled the mirror.
"Hey kiddo, Happy birthday." Sirius said with a smile. He looked far
to healthy for anyone to think he was a fugitive. With his hair clean
and pulled back, body filled out, skin less pale and face clean
shaved he looked rather different to the wanted posters all around
britain.
"Thanks Snuffles." Harry sniggered at the name. "You look good for
a fugitive."
"Yes I am in good shape aren't I, doctors say that running is the best
exercise and well, I live on the run. You should try it sometime, I
might start a new exercise program from it." Sirius replied, they both
crumbled into laughter.
"We burn the bodies, you burn the fat." Harry continued the joke.
"Your ex ever call you fat, take his life and change yours with fugitive
fitness." Sirius added.
"We would be billionaires Pad, I've got to go sorry. The twins are
convincing everyone to go swimming in the pond. I guess I am about
to learn how to swim." Harry told Sirius.
"You can't swim, why didn't you ask me to teach you." Sirius asked.
"We were living in frozen mountains, not ideal swimming conditions. I
might just stay near the shallows I suppose." Harry replied.
"Okay, don't drown. Call again soon."
"Damn, there goes my plans for the day. Bye Snuffles." Harry closed
the lid of the mirror and the connection cut off.
Harry found the swimming clothes from his trunk and put them on.
The bottoms were red and gold stripes and he had a long sleeve,
plain black rash shirt to cover the scars that never disappeared on
his chest.
He stuck to his plan and stayed in the shallower parts of the pond
and feigned tiredness when races began, choosing to sit on the edge
and watch. His plan was succeeding until Bill sat next to him on the
edge of the pond.
"So why aren't you racing with the rest of them Harry." He asked.
"I am tired, maybe I will another time." Harry replied.
"It's not my place and I won't judge you Harry, but can you swim." Bill
asked.
"Of course I can, I've been swimming for the past two hours." Harry
said.
"No, you've been playing in the water, the moment you needed to
swim across the deep end you jumped out. So I repeat my question,
can you swim."
"No, I was never privileged enough to be allowed swimming
lessons." Harry said.
"I thought that give free basic lessons at muggle primary schools."
"They do, I was never given swim gear. I was told I would not need
them. I don't particularly plan on swimming much so I will make do
without it. Lets just hope I don't need to save someone from
drowning in a lake." Harry answered.
"I guess you could always fly throw the water on a broomstick. You
would go slower but it would still work." Bill said more to himself than
anyone else.
"Well I think I might head inside then Bill. I've had enough playing in
wager for today. And I'd appreciate if you could just keep this
between you and I." Harry said as he stood up. Bill followed and the
two walked back to the house together.
Dinner was just as loud as any Weasley dinner and dessert was
absolutely divine. There was all the treacle tart Harry could consume
and a cake shaped like a broom. They ate and talked well into the
night and Harry feel asleep the moment his head hit the pillow of his
small camp stretcher
His morning routine was unchanged and he ran his run and did his
exercises as the sun rose. He greeted the elder Weasley's and said
goodbye again in one sentence as they left the house for work for
the start of the new week. The surprise of the morning was
Hermione being up so early, it was only seven thirty.
"How come you're up so early 'mione." Harry asked.
"Our exam results arrive today, I don't know how I waited until the
sixth last year. How can you be so calm when there are owls with
some of the most important results you will ever get on their way."
Hermione mumbled very quickly, all in one big breath.
"Alright then skipper, whatever you say." Harry ignored her mutters
about her tests as he ate his breakfast. Then to Harry's incredible
surprise, Hermione squealed in pleasure. Off in the distance seven
small owls could be seen approaching. To Harry's even greater
surprise, Percy squeaked as well.
"They're here, they're here." The two school freaks yelled as they
bounced up and down.
"Calm down, you yelling is only going to scare the owls off." Harry
said and they stopped dead in there screaming. Both immediately
sat down and waited quietly. The owls landed on the table and Mrs
Weasley calmly took each letter and handed them to the three that
were down already.
"Kids, breakfast is ready and school letters are here." Mrs Weasley
yelled up the stairs. The sound of groans and patter of feet could be
heard before four more redheads came down the stairs and entered
the kitchen.
"Shall we start with the oldest and work our way down then. Percy,
read them out." Mrs Weasley prompted.
"Transfiguration, EE, Charms, EE, Advanced Arithmancy, A, A
History of Magic, A, Ancient Runes, EE, Astronomy, EE." Percy
stated proudly.
"Oh well done, well done. Brilliant grades for a good job in the
ministry. Fred George."
"Charms, EE, Transfiguration P, Potions EE, History, T, Astronomy, T,
Herbology, EE, Care of Magical creatures, P, Divination, T, Defense,
EE," Fred said flatly, so Fred is the offensive beater Harry realised.
"Fredrick, how could you do so bad, those are very important exams
and you just flipped them off like nothing. You need better than that
to get a ministry job. George tell me yours are better." Mrs Weasley
berated her son.
"Nope, an A in transfiguration and an A in Defense, the rest are the
same." George stated with equal emotion as his brother.
"I cannot believe you two, how do you expect to get a job in the
ministry with grades like that." Mrs Weasley said.
"We don't plan on joining the ministry, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes
is the place for us." Fred said proudly.
"And what on earth is that." Mrs Weasley asked.
"The name of the joke shop we plan to open of course mum."
George said just as proudly.
"I will not allow my sons to open some stupid shop for practical
jokes. You better study hard this year or there will be trouble.
Hermione, how did you do.
"Transfiguration 90, Charms 89, Potions 74, Defense 85, Herbology
87, Arithmancy 83, Runes 88, Creatures 80, Muggle studies 100,
History 93, Astronomy 87." Hermione read aloud with increasing
amount of glee on her face.
"Well done dear, well done. Ron what about you.
"Transfiguration 63, Charms 52, Potions 39, Defense 70, Herbology
41, Astronomy 42, History 27, Divination 68, Creatures 59" Ron said.
"That's great, very good Ron, very good. Harry, how did you do."
"Transfiguration 99, Charms 93, Potions 89, Defense 100, Herbology
84, Astronomy 81, History 92, Runes 100, Creatures 88" Harry said
indifferently.
"Harry, that is amazing. You might have done better than Hermione."
Mrs Weasley said.
"Yes Harry, well done. But I think it was a little unfair that you got
private tutoring." Hermione said with a scowl. Who thought Hermione
could be as jealous as Ron.
"Well Ginny, how did you do." Mrs Weasley asked.
"Transfiguration 70, Charms 68, Potions 58, Defense 75, Herbology
66, Astronomy 48, History 62, Divination 61, Creatures 86." Ginny
said proudly.
"Very good grades Ginny dear, you could go anywhere you like with
those grades." Mrs Weasley congratulated her only daughter
"So quidditch after breakfast then." Ron said, the large family sat
down at the table and ate there fill before a big day of quidditch,
swimming, board games and cards. Mrs Weasley made everyone
stop for an hour after lunch to study because of the twins abysmal
grades but Harry didn't mind.
~•~
"Harry, Ron, time to get up boys." Mrs Weasley said gently. Harry sat
up quickly before slouching and slowly getting out of bed.
"Ronny dear, you need to wake up now." Mrs Weasley repeated and
shook him gently.
"Ron's a deep sleeper Mrs Weasley, try this." Harry said as he
approached. He covered Ron's mouth with his hand and jabbed him
between the ribs and hip. The effect was instant and Ron felt a
shock through his body as he jerked awake. He tried to yell but his
mouth was covered. It was fortunate as some of the words he said
were more than unsavoury.
"What was that for Harry."Ron said when Harry removed his hand.
"You need to get up to go to the World cup. Breakfast is ready down
stairs and you leave in thirty minutes." Mrs Weasley whispered.
"Thank you Mrs Weasley." Harry said as he searched his trunk for
some clothes. He needed to go shopping again as he only had a few
clothes left that he purchased recently and his magically resizing
wizard wear. Sadly that was not very acceptable for a hike to a
portkey in. The Weasley's planned to go school shopping after they
returned from the world cup.
Breakfast was rather quiet as everyone still rubbed the sleep from
their eyes. The only sound was the light clatter of spoons, knives and
forks and Ron devouring all food in a three foot radius.
"Why don't Percy, Bill and Charlie need to wake up early." Ron
moaned.
"Because they can apparate on their own. Only Bill, Charlie and I
can side along one person and that is not enough. Nevertheless, a
nice walk through the country side will be good for you all. It should
only take three hours to get to the portkey." Mr Weasley announced
cheerfully.
"Three hours, that's ages." Ron complained.
"It's not that far Ron, its like fifteen kilometers max." Harry replied.
"That's the spirit Harry." Mr Weasley said.
"Come on Ron, it will help your fitness for when you trial for the
quidditch team this year." Harry encouraged.
"Fine then, but I still don't like it." Ron grumbled.
"Well we should get going then guys. We are meeting the Diggory's
about thirty minutes down the track." Mr Weasley informed them
"It's a bummer we can't drive to the portkey to be honest, don't you
think Ron." Ginny said, Ron groaned loudly as everyone laughed at
his expense.
"That bloody elf, I swear I'll kill it." Ron said under his breath but
Harry still heard.
"Dobby is a great elf thank you very much Ron, he is just very
devoted to me and my protection." Harry whispered.
A thirty minute trek through the woods and they met Amos and
Cedric Diggory. The group now two larger than before, continued on
through the woods. A further two hours and twenty five minutes they
found themselves on a hill surrounding a worn, rubber boot.
"Quidditch World Cup, here we come." Mr Weasley said as a very
uncomfortable feeling overcame Harry. It felt like a fish hook had
snagged him in his gut and yanked him away. The large group
landed in pile in a small tent at the quidditch world cup final.