42When bird-kids move to Forks
Chapter 17
I still don't own Maximum Ride or Twilight or Harry Potter but I do own Max's cousin : Ash.
Ash POV
As we reached the top of the hill, I knew we were going to see some form of transportation, but I thought I was going to see a helicopter or like, a bus stop or something. Hahaha, no. It was a boot. A dark brown hiking boot covered in mold, dirt, grass and probably some dog piss or something.
"…This is a boot." I said to myself, feeling a whole lot like Percy Jackson when Chiron first gave him Riptide in it's pen form.
"Well spotted." Fred muttered sarcastically as he walked past me. I glared at him, crossing my arms.
"Well come on then, gather around the boot and grab ahold of it, we won't want to be late!" Mr. Weasley told us. Me and Harry just stared at him like 'you're kidding me, right?' The Weasleys, the Diggorys and Hermione did as told. Me and Harry gathered around it but didn't grab it like the others.
"1… 2…" Amos started to yell.
"Harry! Ash!" Mr. Weasley yelled at us. We were both so startled, we grabbed the boot. I felt a tug in my stomach and we all started taking off from the ground and twirling around the boot in the air. The world around us was a great big blur, gravity was pulling at my feet but my fingers were superglued to the boot.
"Let go!" Mr. Weasley yelled over the wind.
"WHAT!?" I yelled but Harry must have slid off. He grabbed onto my foot, pulling me down with him. I hate doing this, but it was this or smash into the ground and go all 'I see purple kittens that cry skittles, poop glitter and puke rainbows' again.
I unfurled my wings. I gasped at the pain, it felt like they were being ripped off of my back. Harry's hand slid off my shoe making him plummet to the ground. I knew that the fall wouldn't kill him, so I didn't make it my first priority to catch him. I know, i'm such a nice cousin. I pushed down with my wings and glided around the spot where everyone was about to land, as a bird would when hunting it's prey. Amos and Cedric were walking on air, literally, with Mr. Weasley beside them as they stared at me. Amos and Cedric were mostly staring in shock, Mr. Weasley was staring in amazement.
The other people that weren't walking on air, had fallen down onto their backs in a field. I flew down and landed too hard onto the ground and kept running because I had too much speed. I stubbled a bit as I slowed to a stop but Cedric caught me before I actually fell.
"Thanks." I said with a smile.
He grinned at me. "No problem."
I shook out my wings and stretched them out wide before I pulled them back under my shirt. He and I then helped the others up off the ground as Mr. Weasley was trying to calm Amos down about my wings.
The Diggorys then had to walk to another place a little further off from here because they weren't staying at the same campground as us. Cedric, who was next to me, kissed my hand (I could feel Fred, George and Harry's glares pointed towards him, probably not all for the same reasons), smiled at me and said 'Goodbye'. I was a bit flustered and blushed a bit as I somehow managed to piece together my letters to say 'Bye' back. Hey, now. Don't blame me. I might not be looking for a relationship, and he might look like someone I know, but he was still really really cute. I felt like I was going to pass out as he smiled and walked off to join his father. He said goodbye to the others as he walked off. Hermione and Ginny looked at me with those crazy pedo-bear smiles plastered on their faces, and looks in their eyes saying 'Something's going to happen between you two'.
"No. No way. Not going to happen." I said, catching up to them as they started walking. They just kept walking with the same creepy smile plastered on their faces. We walked to a small shack not far from where we were. There were some people wearing wizard clothes outside of it. Mr. Weasley said 'Hello' to the people and we walked in. Arthur started talking to the man behind the counter then called Harry over for a second to pay (he wasn't used to the muggle money). I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying because I was looking out the window, while humming to a random song I had in my head. I stared at the grass and the wind, in the fog and grey sky. I kind of missed the sunshine that there sometimes was in Forks, the same sunshine that would mean that the Cullens weren't gonna be at school today. It was mostly cold and rainy in London. I sighed.
Harry came over to me. "Are you coming, Ash? We're going to go to the campground…" He asked.
"Yeah…" I followed him out of the shack and then we arrived to the beginning of the campground. Oh my god. So many people. Everywhere. My eyes widened and I took a deep breath. Damn you, the part me that hates being in places with lots of people.
But once you got over all the people, it was incredible. There were kids flying around on plastic toy broomsticks and people that snuck their wands out from their pockets to light a fire for a barbecue. Everywhere I looked it was red and black, the colors of Bulgaria. I wonder what what the irish side of the grounds. There were also big moving pictures broadcast into the sky of a guy with scowl on his face, shortly cut dark hair and big bushy eyebrows. He was the equivalent of what some girls would think is hot. I however, think not.
"Who's that?" I asked Ron, who was standing right next to me.
"Who's that? WHO'S THAT!?" He exclaimed.
I took a step back because he looked like he was about to explode.
"Sorry dude, I was just asking…" I muttered, putting my hands up to say 'I surrender'.
"That's only THE Viktor Krum! The best seeker in the world!" He said, taking my shoulders and shaking me. After a while I managed to get him off of me. When I did, we followed our friends/family who were walking forwards ahead of us, to get to our tent. After seeing tons of other pictures of Viktor Krum, seeing people get fed up with trying to put up their tents and just ending up waving their wands to put it up with magic and seeing people painting their faces in the Bulgarian colors for tonight, we finally got to an empty hole in the middle of the chaos which was the Bulgaria supporters. There was a plaque with the name 'WEASLEY' on it.
"Well lets get this thing up then!" Mr. Weasley said while pulling a tent out of his bag. Well… it was more like rods, a hammer, a piece of cloth and some poles. Soooooo after much struggling, pain, tears and blood, we managed to get the tent up.
But when it came around to putting together the barbaque , me, Ron, Harry and Hermione had to find an excuse to get out of there. So we all went together to get some water at the water pump. Mr. Weasley handed us a map and a couple buckets to put the water in then sent us on our way.
We somehow managed to crawl out of the Bulgarian side of the grounds alive. But then we got into Irish territory. Now, that was amazing. The colors were Green and White and there were Leprechauns dancing everywhere. I'm not kidding. There were real Leprechauns everywhere, dancing a speedy irish jig. I felt like I was high on something really strong.
When we got to about the middle of the Irish side, a guy came running up to us.
"Harry! Ron! Hermione!" He exclaimed with a heavy Irish accent.
"Seamus!" They all said, saying 'Hi' to him and stuff. I just kind of stood there next to them quietly, awkwardly staring at my shoes. After a bit of just standing there as they chatted, I looked up.
"My shoes are actually pretty freaking awesome, aren't they?" I said, hoping to get their attention. I succeeded and they looked at me.
"Hi. I'm Ash, Harry's cousin." I told the other guy who's name is Seamus, I guess. I stuck out my hand and we shook hands.
"I'm Seamus Finnigan, Harry, Ron and Hermione's friend from Hogwarts. I didn't know Harry had a magical cousin…" He said, looking at Harry expectantly.
"Believe me, neither did I." Harry muttered.
"Who are your parents? I mean, I din't even know he had a magical uncle or aunt…" Finnigan said looking at me.
"I'm not really his blood cousin, i'm more like: his father's best friend's daughter. We call each other cousins because Harry's dad and my dad were like brothers. My parents are Sirius Black and Marabella Martinez." His eyes widened, I stifled a smirk.
"Good going Ash, you traumatized the first classmate you met." Ron muttered and I grinned as I dramatically swept my hair behind my shoulder with my hand. "I have that effect on people." Harry, Hermione and Ron rolled their eyes at me.
Once we managed to snap Seamus out of it, his mother came out of their tent.
He introduced us to her (not mentioning my parents, he must have decided to completely wipe that from his memory). Then his mother said something about 'us supporting Ireland, right' with a glare that reminded me of Max. We all immediately started lying saying 'Oh, yeah!' and 'Obviously…' then quickly found an excuse to move on to get the water.
Once we got to the water pump we saw that there was an extremely long line. While we waited we witnessed some awkward situations like a man wearing a skirt because 'he liked the breeze down there'. During that specific awkward moment, me and Hermione had to get out of line and go into the forest to laugh.
Once we got the water, we started back to the tent chatting and laughing.
When we got there, we had dinner with everybody, including Percy, Charlie and Bill, who had apparated here while we were gone. During which we talked. Apparently while we were gone Fred and George had bet all their money on Ireland winning the world cup, but Bulgaria catching the snitch. And the Minister of Magic had apparently come over as well.
When we were all done eating, I went to get changed because I was filthy from what had happened today. I got changed into an oversized dark purple and black striped sweater of which I rolled up the sleeves, denim mini shorts which you could barely see thanks to my sweater and bright blue fluffy boots. I then redid my black make-up and walked out of my room then waited for everyone else to get ready.
When we were all ready, we walked to the arena. It was magical, literally, there were tons of witches and witches coming around, going to their seats. We were in the Minister's box, up high in the million quadrillionth bleacher. But there were two million quadrillion bleachers. So we were up high, but not too high. Halfway up high. Does that make sense? I doubt it does…
But anyway, so we got there and sat down and stuff, and Harry bought us (me, Ron, Hermione and himself) some omnioculars. So that we could watch the match, record it, zoom in, zoom out, pause it and replay it, all in these little golden glasses which had a steampunk vibe to them. They were so cool. We thanked Harry and started playing around with them: we did some stupid stuff like zooming into people's nostrils and watching what people do when they think no one's looking.
But then I noticed 2 people with bleach blonde hair coming through the door and through our aisle to sit next to me. I stiffened. It was Malfoy and his father. Draco sat by my side, luckily not noticing me, while his father sat next to him. I used my hand to hide my face and turned my head to look at Harry (who was on the other side of me) with an 'Oh shit. Help me.' look. He looked back at me, confused, then saw them as well. His eyes widened then he burst out laughing.
"Your face… it's… " he couldn't finish the sentence because he was laughing so hard. I glared and hit him upside the head. ''IT'S NOT FUNNY!'' I yelled but he just kept laughing. My inability to keep myself from laughing when someone else is laughing got the best of me though. I started laughing with him. I tried to stand up and leave to not bother the others in the booth but Harry grabbed my arm and made me slide and fall onto the floor. That just made us laugh harder. I could feel the Weasleys's and the Malfoys's staring at us, confused, but we just kept laughing. I heard Malfoy's dad say ''Weasley.'' and Arthur answer ''Malfoy.'' over our laughter.
And Draco, sadly, recognized me. "Cousin." he said curtly to me. I stopped laughing immediately, stood up, sat down in my chair and turned to look at him, my green eyes boring into his grey ones. "I refuse to be called upon as a relative of yours in any way shape or form. I refuse to be related to an asshole like you." I growled back at him making him smirk. Harry's laughter had died out now, and everyone including Draco's father was looking between me and him.
"You still have inconsiderate attitude as I can see." He said back. "Maybe, but that still makes me more considerate than you." I growled back. He grabbed my face in between his fingers and moved it from side to side as he analyzed it. "Well… you are good looking enough to be a part of my family." He told me, now grabbing me and forcing me to stand up, staring at my body making me feel uncomfortable. "Some might take that as a compliment, but I for one, take it as an insult." I answered back at him, ripping my arm from his grip and walking slightly to the side to sit on Harry's lap so that there would at least be a little distance between us.
"Going to hide behind Potty's back? Leaving a fight behind. I heard you always do. I did some research, you know. Research on you. You always run away. You ran away the day your mother was murdered, not bothering to fight and get your sister back." I tried to stand up to punch him but Harry gripped onto my arm to stop me.
"And you ran away when you were scared and angry, back when you hung out with vampires and the freaks. You ran away from everything in your life, running away from reality. You coward." I dug my fingernails into the palm of my hand. 'He's not worth it.' I told myself.
"And you know what… Now I get why your little ex-boyfriend cheated on you. You were too much coward, and he hoped you would run away, so he didn't have to pretend to love you anymore." Oh, that was the last straw. I wriggled out of Harry's grip and walked in front of Draco and was about to grab him when his father said "I will report you to the Ministry if you lay one finger in my son." I turned to look at him stiffly. "Bite me." I growled
I swiftly turned and grabbed Draco by the collar, lifting him up. "Take it back." I growled at him. He just smiled. Fred and George had stood up and were now trying to pull me back but I shrugged them off.
"Take. It. Back." I shouted. My hair was now turning red, presently being a strawberry blonde, and my eyes were also turning red, but now being a weird brown.
However, we had forgotten we were in a crowed world cup stadium, that in the narrow passage way of our booth and that tons of people were trying to get past our little scene. One of the people who were waiting to get past us got angry and shoved past us. Sadly we were right next to the railing and the shove made Draco stumble and topple over the short railing. Bringing me with him. I was still hanging onto Draco and he shouted over the wind noisily passing through my ears "Well, you're not going to just crash onto the floor and die, are you? I know you can save us!"
"But you've forgotten we're surrounded by wizards!" I shouted back, my eyes and hair going back to normal, due to the shock of the fall. He narrowed his eyes, but just when we were about to crash into the ground to our certain deaths, we stopped violently, like there was a shield protecting the ground. Then the shield disappeared and we slammed into the ground, with me landing on top of Draco. We both groaned in pain and I rolled of him. I felt the eyes of everyone in the whole stadium (most of the wizarding community) on us. I sat up holding my forehead (where it slammed into Draco's head when we landed).
"Damn that hurt." I muttered, hearing Draco sit up next to me. "Tell me about it… But still kinda fun." He muttered back. I opened my eyes and stared at him because of the last bit. He grinned at me, holding his head and I shook my head at him, laughing. He stood up first and helped me up (I know, I was surprised too. I totally thought he was trying to order me to give him money because we fell when he stuck out his hand).
We looked around awkwardly at first (feeling very self-conscious thanks to everyone staring) then saw some people running towards us. It was some paramedics. The paramedics got here and started checking us everywhere for wounds and they saw there were only some bruises, they just put some band-aids on them. They they picked me up, deciding I was a damsel in distress and started showing Draco the way into the back stage of the stadium and then followed him back.
There our friends and families met up with us and we were bombarded with tons of 'ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?'s and many other questions along the same lines.
Once, we managed to calm our friends down, we told them to go back to ours seats and enjoy the match (which had started as soon as we were off the field) it was time for some official-looking people to start yelling at us at us about 'what do you think you're doing, how dare you try to interrupt our world cup? This is going to look very bad in the papers, really, you two are in so much trouble, blah blah blah.' Then they said they'd send us both a letter with a fine we had to pay. Then we finally had the right to go back to our seats and watch the quidditch.
As we walked up the 5 trillion flights stairs, we started talking.
"Why do you always start a fight with someone? No wonder Hermione punched you last year…" I asked him. He growled at the last comment.
"I started a fight with you because I needed to start a conversation somehow. And I start fights with other because i'm bored." He answered, shrugging.
"I don't think arguments are the best way to start conversations…. Are being bored isn't a good excuse, I think." I told him.
"Since when are you all 'Peace on earth'?" He muttered, opening the door to the Minister's booth that we had arrived at.
"Since two seconds ago." I stuck my tongue out at him and walked through the open door. He rolled his eyes as we sat down.
We stopped talking to watch the game.
A man commentated the match. Quidditch is actually pretty awesome, once you get it. Anyway so Romania caught the Golden Snitch, but Ireland still won. During the whole game, Ron and Harry were going on about special moves and stuff so me and Hermione had absolutely no idea what they were going on about. Draco was talking about the same thing to his dad so I was between two conversations I couldn't understand. We all raved about the game while we were walking back to the tent, going on about how awesome it was, and how well whoever scored.
Once we got back we had started making fun of Ron by singing a song, written by Fred and George.
"Viktor I love you, Viktor I do, when we're apart, my heart beats only for you!" We sang, in sync, waltzing around him while he was fuming. It was hilarious. But sadly our joy was burned out by a loud bang from outside.
"Looks like the Irish got their pride on…" George muttered.
Then Mr. Weasley ran in. "It's not the Irish. Kids, out, run." I did as told, grabbed my pack, and ran out the tent.
Heeey :D I updated!
My excuse for the long delay, is that so much stuff happened since the last time I updated.
Like, it was my birthday, I had tons of parties and stuff…
Anyway, so hope you liked it, Review!
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