Nova fell to the ground with a grunt as she was thrown from the port key.

Cedric, who was still on his feet, helped her up.

"Thanks, Ced," Nova said as she stood up.

Looking around, she saw everyone else on the ground. The on people that weren't wre Amos and Arthur.

Nova walked towards Harry and Ron, offering each a hand. Both accepted graciously.

As the group continued to walk, Nova could be found talking to Cedric.

"Ireland all the way," Nova grinned. "I need to support my people."

"No way! Bulgaria!" Cedric insisted. "And you aren't Irish."

"Shhhh," Nova shushed the older boy. "I'm rallying the leprechauns."

"Fine! Ten galleons on Bulgaria," Cedric bargained.

"Your a bit confident there, Diggory," Nova teased.

"But Bulgaria has Krum. He's an amazing seeker. Perhaps the best."

"Nah. He isn't the best."

"Really? Then who is?" Cedric asked raising an eyebrow staring into her honey eyes.

"My best friend, Harold." Nova confirmed. "But if you're soooo confident in Krum's abilities. Let's make a bet."

"Alright. What's your bet?"

"Ireland has a better keeper and chasers than Bulgaria. I bet you ten galleons Ireland wins but Krum catches the snitch."

"It's on, Black," Cedric smirked, sticking his hand out for Nova to shake.

"Lupin-Black, Diggory," Nova corrected, shaking his hand.

Five feet away, Harry found himself glaring at Cedric. He questioned why he was angry at the boy who has done nothing wrong to him, but his anger blocked out the reasoning side.

"Harry," Hermione called from beside him. His head snapped towards her, meeting her deep brown eyes.

"Are you alright, mate?" Ron asked concerned.

Ginny caught on to what happened.

"Yeah, Potter," Ginny began to tease. "You look a bit constipated . . ."

"Oh shove off, Ginny," Harry grumbled.

"Listen, mate," Ron began. "If you like deer Noxxy, just say something."

"Yeah! I'm sure Sirius will be fine with it . . ." Ginny trailed off. "Just don't break her heart . . .because I have no problem going to Azkaban. I'm sure Snuffles will let me room with him."

"How the bloody hell do you know about Snuffles?" Ron demanded.

"Nox, told her," Hermione answered.

"Makes sense .  . ." Ron mumbled.

"Anyways . . .listen, Harry, you should just tell Nox how you feel." Hermione suggested.

"I don't like her like that! She's my best friend!" Harry said lying to himself. "Why would I like her?"

According to Ginny, there were a lot of reasons.

"She's fucking beautiful. She's smart and funny. She's loyal. She's gorgeous. She's literally die for you." Ginny ranted. "She'll always be there if you need her, and she always has. She calls you on your shit. Did I mention she's gorgeous. She loves Quidditch. She's a badass. She's an amazing chaser. Her arse is amazing. Shes independent so she won't be crying and clingy all the time. I have a whole binder at home if you need more reasons."

"Not mention, loads of people want to date her." Hermione informed. "Boys and girls."

"I for one would totally date Nova if I didn't see her as my sister." Ginny informed. "Who knows, Potter, one day I may swoop in an take yo girl."

In heaven, Marlene was doing the chicken dance.

"Yes, Weasley! That's my goddaughter!" Marlene yelled mid chicken dance. If one thought she would stop, they were wrong.

"Marlene! She isn't even your goddaughter!" Dorcus yelled, hoping her blonde fiancé would sit down. 

"Says who?" Marlene challenged.

"Says Molly and Arthur," Lily informed.

"Too bad. I'm adopting Gin Gin." Marlene informed.

"But-" Harry began to object.

"Thought you didn't fancy Nox?" Ron smirked.

"I fancy someone else!" Harry informed.

"Really? Who?" Hermione asked.

"Cho Chang." Harry stated.

He wasn't lying. He does fancy Cho. He likes her long black silky hair. He likes her personality. He respects her Quidditch skills. She is an excellent seeker.

His head told him he wanted to date Cho.

His heart told him he needed and loved Nova.

But for the time being, Harry's head silenced his heart.

Ginny and Hermione cringed slightly. They both agreed Cho is a lovely girl, but she wasn't the girl they belive Harry belongs with.

"Oh and Lupin-Black!" Cedric called as he turned away. "Dont forget to pay up!"

"In your dreams, Diggory!" Nova yelled back.

***

Upon arriving at the campsite, the group discovered they needed to construct their own tents.

By the time Harry and Hermione returned figured out how to assemble the boys' tent, Nova already had the girls' tent assembled and ready to stay in.

"Oh look! She can assemble a tent!" Ginny whispered into Harry's ear. "I'm adding that to my list of why Nova is amazing."

"There's a tap marked on the map the Muggle gave us," Ron announced once the group has stepped into the tent. "It's on the other side of the field."

"Well, why don't you, Harry, Nova, and Hermione get some water then" Mr.Weasley pondered. "and the rest of us will get some fire wood?"

"But we've got an oven " Ron objected.  "Why can't we just -"

"Ron, anti-Muggle security!" Mr.Weaey reminded his youngest son. "When Muggles camp, they cook on fires outdoors. I've seen it!"

"Mr.Weasley, when I get back from getting water, I'll show you how to light a fire. There are multiple ways." Nova began. "You can rub two sticks together extremely fast. You can take a special kind of bark and use a magnifying glass to direct the suns rays, heating the bark up. Which would lead to fire. Then my personal favorite . . . You poor gasoline and light a match. Then throw the match on the gasoline, causing fire to light."

Mr.Weasley absorbed every word of what Nova said.

Over the summer, whenever he could, Remus took Nova camp. She learned all about what plants to eat and the best knots to tie in different circumstances. She learned different tracking methods and different ways to cover your tracks. She learned how to find and sterilize water. She learned how to hunt the muggle way.

While Remus and Lyall took if upon themselves to teach Nova how to survive in the wild, Sirius taught her how to defend herself with and without magic.

Little did any of them know, Nova's survival would depend upon these skills in three years. Perhaps less depending upon how they play their cards.

The Quartat strolled through the many tents. They heard different conversations in all different tongues.

"Er - is it my eyes, or has everything gone green?" Ron asked.

It wasn't just his eyes. The Quartet entered a patch if tents covered in shamrocks.

A voice called each of them in turn.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione! Nox!"

The four spun around to see Seamus Finnigan.

"Shay!" Nova shouted. She hugged Seamus before hugging Dean.

"Like the decorations?" Seamus asked the group with a grin. "The Ministry wasn't too happy."

"There isn't anything wrong with it!" Nova objected.

"Exactly! I don't know why we can't show our pride!" Mrs.Finnigan announced

The quartet left to finish their hint for water.

Ron had a fit when Hermione said Krum looked grumpy. Nova could only agree with Hermione. By the time Ron was done with his rant, Nova concluded Ron is in love with him.

The group ran into Oliver Wood, who practically dragged Harry over to meet his parents.

"I just signed with the Puddlemere United reserve team!" Wood told them excitedly. 

Nova whipped out a paper and pen.

"Well in that case, Oli, can I have your autograph?" Nova asked.

"Why?" Wood asked. His parents watch with with skepticism as their son interacted with Sirius Black's daughter.

"So when you're a famous Keeper I can say I was your first autograph." Nova grinned. "Besides, you didn't sign my yearbook."

"You're still on about that?" Ron groaned.

"Yes! My honorary big bro needs to sign." Nova insisted. She whipped out her yearbook from her magically extended bag. "Speaking of . . Sign."

Wood laughed but granted Nova's wishes.

The autograph Wood gave her came with a note:

Nova,

As my favorite chaser and honorary little sister, I grant you with my first professional signature.

Love,
Oli

Her year book said something similar.

The group said goodbye to the Woods.

"Guys, Snuffles, told me we needed to get photos some time." Harry stated.

"Well . . . Dadfoot's pictures are gonna have to wait. I need to find him a present." Nova announced.

By the time the Quartet got back to the tent, Nova got Snuffles an Ireland jersey that was signed by the whole team.

"You've been ages," George groaned.

"Met a few people," Ron informed. "Has dad not got the fire going yet?"

"He's having fun with matches," answered Fred with a wicked grin.

"Yeah . . . I'm going to go save him," Nova said looking at all the dead matches.

"Fear not, Papa Weasley!" Nova exclaimed sounding much like Lockheart. "I will come and assist!"

At last, the fire was ready, and they had just started cooking and sausages when Bill, Charlie, and Percy came strolling our woods toward them.

"Just Apparated, Dad," said Percy loudly. "Ah, excellent, lunch!"

They were halfway through their plates of eggs and sausages when Mr. Weasley jumped to his feet, waving and grinning a man who was striding toward them.

"Aha!" he said. "The man of the moment! Ludol

Ludo Bagman was easily the most noticeable person Nova had seen so far, even including old Archie in his flowered nightmares (event hough Nova thought he rocked the dress). He was wearing long Quidditch robes in thick horizontal stripes bright yellow and black. An enormous picture of a wasp wa splashed across his chest. He had the look of a powerfully built man gone slightly to seed: the robes were stretched tightly across a large belly he surely had not had in the days when he had played Quidditch for England. His nose was squashed (probably beke by a stray Bludger, Nova assumed), but his round blue eyes, short blonde hair, and rosy completion made him look like an overgrown school boy.

"Ahoy there!" Bagman called happily. He was walking as though he had springs attached to the balls of his feet and was plainly in a state of wild excitement.

"Arthur, old man." he puffed as he reached the campfire, what day, eh? What a day! Could we have asked for more perfect weather? A cloudless night coming... and hardly a hiccough in the arrangements.... Not much for me to do!"

Behind him, a group of haggard-looking Ministry wizards rushed past, pointing at the distant evidence of some sort of a mag ical fire that was sending violet sparks twenty feet into the air.

Percy hurried forward with his hand outstretched. Apparently his disapproval of the way Ludo Bagman ran his department did not prevent him from wanting to make a good impression.

"Ah-yes," said Mr. Weasley, grinning, this is my son Percy. He's just started at the Ministry -- and this is Fred - no, George. sorry --- hur's Fred - Bill, Charlie, Ron-my daughter, Ginny -and Ron's friends, Hermione Granger, Nova Lupin-Black, and Harry Potter Bagman did the smallest of double takes when he heard Harry's name, and his eyes performed the familiar flick upward to the scar on Harry's forehead.

He has a similar reaction to Nova.

"Everyone," Mr.Weasley continued. "this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, it's thanks to him we've got such good tickets-"

Bagman beamed and waved his hand.

"Fancy a flutter on the match, Arthur?" He asked eagerly. "I've already got Roddy Ponter me Bulgaria will score first-I offered him nice odds, considing Ireland's front three are the strongest I've seen in years-and little Agatha Timms has put up half shares in her eel farm on wok long match."

"Oh go on then." said Mr. Weasley, "Let's see Galle on Ireland to win?"

"A Galleon?" Ludo Bagman looked slightly disappointed covered himself. "Very well, very well... any other taken"

"They're a bit young to be gambling." said Mr. Weasley. "Molly wouldn't like -"

"We'll bet thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, three Knits " said Fred as he and George quickly pooled all their money. "that Ireland wins -- but Viktor Krum gets the Snitch. Oh and we'll throw in a fake wand."

"You don't want to go showing Mr. Bagman rubbish like that -" Percy hissed, but Bagman didn't seem to think the wand was rubbish at all on the contrary, his boyish face shone with excitement a he took it from Fred, and when the wand gave a loud squawk and turned into a rubber chicken, Bagman roared with laughter.

"Excellent! I haven't seen one that convincing in years! I'd pay you five Galleons for that!"

Percy froze in an attitude of stunned disapproval.

"Boys." said Mr. Weasley under his breath. "I don't want you betting.... That's all your savings.... Your mother -"

"Don't be a spoilsport. Arthur!" boomed Ludo Bagman, tatling his pockets excitedly. "They're old enough to know what the want! You reckon Ireland will win but Krum'll get the Snitch! Na a chance, boys, not a chance.... I'll give you excellent odds on that one . . .We'll add five Galleons for the funny wand, then, shall we . . ."

Mr. Weasley looked on helplessly as Ludo Bagman whipped out notebook and quill and began jotting down the twins names.

"Cheers," said George, taking the slip of parchment Bagman handed him and tucking it away into the front of his robes. Bag. man turned most cheerfully back to Mr. Weasley

"Couldn't do me a brew, I suppose? I'm keeping an eye out for Barty Crouch. My Bulgarian opposite number's making difficul ties, and I can't understand a word he's saying. Barty'll be able to sort it out. He speaks about a hundred and fifty languages."

"Mr. Crouch?" said Percy, suddenly abandoning his look of poker-stiff disapproval and positively writhing with excitement "He speaks over two hundred! Mermish and Gobbledegook and Troll ..."

"Anyone can speak Troll," said Fred dismissively, "All you have to do is point and grunt."

Percy threw Fred an extremely nasty look and stoked the fire vig orously to bring the kettle back to the boil.

"Any news of Bertha Jorkins yet, Ludo?" Mr. Weasley asked as Bagman settled himself down on the grass beside them all.

"Not a dicky bird," said Bagman comfortably. "But she'll turn up. Poor old Bertha... memory like a leaky cauldron and no sense of direction. Lost, you take my word for it. She'll wander back into rhe office sometime in October, thinking it's still July."

"You don't think it might be time to send someone to look for her?" Mr. Weasley suggested tentatively as Percy handed Bagman his tea.

"Barty Crouch keeps saying that." said Bagman, his round eyes widening innocently, "but we really can't spare anyone at the A wizard had just Apparated at their fireside, and he onld ment. O-talk of the devil! Barty!"

A wizard had just Apparated at their fireside, and he could have made more of a contrast with Ludo Bagman, sprawled grass in his old Wasp robes. Barty Crouch was a stiff, u elderly man, dressed in an impeccably crisp suit and Pri in his short gray hair was almost unnaturally straight, and row toothbrush mustache looked as though he trimmed it wi slide rule. His shoes were very highly polished. Harry could see at once why Percy idolized him. Percy was a great believer in te following rules, and Mr. Crouch had complied with the nuk Muggle dressing so thoroughly that he could have passed bank manager; Harry doubted even Uncle Vernon would s spotted him for what he really was.

"Pull up a bit of grass, Barty," said Ludo brightly, patting ground beside him.

"No thank you, Ludo," said Crouch, and there was a bite of patience in his voice. "I've been looking for you everywhere. To Bulgarians are insisting we add another twelve seats to the Top Box."

"Oh is that what they're after?" said Bagman. "I thought is chap was asking to borrow a pair of tweezers. Bit of an accent."

"Mr. Crouch!" said Percy breathlessly, sunk into a kind of ha bow that made him look like a hunchback. "Would you of tea?"

"Oh," said Mr. Crouch, looking over at Percy "Yes- thank you, Weatherby."

Nova hid her snigger. Fred and George choked on their own cups of tea. Percy, who was an embarrassed shade of pink, poured Crouch some tea.

Ignored the rest of the conversation. She found no interest in what they had to say. Instead, she read a book Remus gave her.

***

After an interesting encounter with a house-elf, Nova had an encounter with the Malfoys.

She discretely smiled at Cissy and Draco, which they returned.

"Ah. Fudge," said Mr. Malfoy, holding out his hand as he reached the Minister of Magic. Nova cringed at the mere sound of his voice. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"

"How do you do, how do you do?" said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk - Obalonsk -- Mr. -- well, he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else -- you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"

It was a tense moment. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy looked at each other and Harry vividly recalled the last time they had come face-to-face: It had been in Flourish and Blotts' bookshop, and they had had a fight. Mr. Malfoy's cold gray eyes swept over Mr. Weasley, and then up and down the row.

"Good lord, Arthur," he said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"

Nova, in one swift step stood between the Weasleys and Malfoys. She turned her hard glare towards the eldest Malfoy.

"What's money worth if you haven't gotten a soul to spend it on?" Nova tested.

"Last I checked I had a soul, Black," Lucius hissed.

"It's Lupin-Black," Nova growled. "You don't have a soul. You stood behind and helped a man that wished to wipe a whole race from existence."

"Finally found someone that wants you enough to adopt you, I see." Lucius sneered.

Fred and George looked ready to smash his head in with a bat. Ginny looked ready to drop kick him. Hermione was about to violently attack him with a book. Ron was getting ready to through a chair. Arthur looked ready to snap. Harry was about to pull a Voldemort and murder the man before him.

"Or did he do it out of obligation?" Lucius teased.

Doubt coursed through Nova's body, but her glare did not ease.

"Why he took me in out of love or obligation is none of your concern." Nova hissed. "At least my Pa has the decency to know right from wrong."

"Your Pa turns into a beast at night," Lucius hissed.

"Even on those nights, he us twice the father and man you'll ever be."

"You are a disgrace."

"One must fall from grace to make a new one." Nova stated. "I'm a disgrace because I wouldn't let a pig touch my arse. I'm a disgrace because I view all humans and creatures equally. They all deserve equally rights. You should try doing the work and going through the pain you cause your house-elves. I garuntee you will cry within an hour. Because you know nothing of real strength. You view strength as being above everyone else. You view strength as the ability to make others hate themselves. To make them fear every step. You. Are. Pathetic."

"Nova, hold your tongue." Narcissa ordered. Fear flashed in her eyes as Lucius raised a hand to strike Nova across the cheek. "Lucius, stop!"

It was too late. He had already struck Nova's face.

Arthur Weasley pushed Nova behind him.

Lucius is lucky Fred and George were restricted by the isles. He is lucky Bill and Charlie were sent to get snacks. He is lucky Ginny is stuck behind Fred and George. He is lucky Hermione had to put her book down to restrain Harry and Ron. He is lucky Hermione is able to restrain Harry and Ron.

He us lucky Snuffles the dog is not present.

He is lucky Remus Lupin catching up on sleep from the previous night's transition.

In heaven, Lily was in the middle of an uproar.

"How dare he?" Marlene yelled.

"I'll burn his fucking hand off!" Regulus seethed, looking at the purple mark forming on Nova's cheek.

"Slimy bastard!" Lily yelled, kicking the screen.

While James Potter had been unnaturally quiet, Dorcus Meadows was swearing more than a sailor.

"You fucking blood bastard!" She yelled. Her shouts silenced everyone. It wasn't often Dorcus yelled. "Go fuck yourself you arsehole! You deserve to rot in hell!"

"You think hitting someone makes you powerful?" Arthur seethed.

Before anyone could speak, Fudge spoke. He was completely oblivious to the conflict that occurred.

"Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."

"How-how nice," said Mr. Weasley, with a very strained smile. Mr. Malfoy's eyes had returned to Hermione, who went slightly pink, but stared determinedly back at him. Nova knew exactly what was making Mr. Malfoy's lip curl like that.

Nova sent a wicked are at the man before the Malfoys moved along.

Draco sent Nova a look that questioned is she were alright. To which she nodded.

The group sat and watched the game.