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"Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room," (Ron) told Harry. "Percy gets to keep his room all to himself because he's got to work."
"We're eating out in the garden," she said when they came in. "There's just not room for eleven people in here. Could you take the plates outside, girls? Bill and Charlie are setting up the tables.
Meanwhile, a very loud crashing noise was coming from the other side of the
house. The source of the commotion was revealed as they entered the garden, and
saw that Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two battered
old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to
knock the other's out of the air. Fred and George were cheering, Ginny was
laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge, apparently torn between
amusement and anxiety.
Bill's table caught Charlie's with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off.
There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percy's head
poking out of a window on the second floor.
"Will you keep it down?!" he bellowed.
"Sorry, Perce," said Bill, grinning. "How're the cauldron bottoms coming on?"
"Very badly," said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut. Chuckling,
Bill and Charlie directed the tables safely onto the grass, end to end, and then,
with a flick of his wand, Bill reattached the table leg and conjured tablecloths
from nowhere.
Next to Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, and Charlie were all talking spiritedly about
the World Cup. "It's got to be Ireland," said Charlie thickly, through a mouthful of potato.
"They flattened Peru in the semifinals."
"Bulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though," said Fred.
"Krum's one decent player, Ireland has got seven," said Charlie shortly. "I wish
England had got through. That was embarrassing, that was."
"What happened?" said Harry eagerly, regretting more than ever his isolation from
the wizarding world when he was stuck on Privet Drive.
"Went down to Transylvania, three hundred and ninety to ten," said Charlie
gloomily. "Shocking performance. And Wales lost to Uganda, and Scotland was
slaughtered by Luxembourg."
Book 4, Ch6 - "Where're Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" said George, failing to stifle a huge yawn. "Well, they're Apparating, aren't they?" said Mrs. Weasley, heaving the large pot over to the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls. "So they can have a bit of a lie-in."
"But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it?"
"Charlie had to take the test twice," said Fred, grinning. "He failed the first
time. Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor
old dear doing her shopping, remember?"
"Yes, well, he passed the second time," said Mrs. Weasley, marching back into
the kitchen amid hearty sniggers.
Book 4, Ch7 - At last, the fire was ready, and they had just started
cooking eggs and sausages when Bill, Charlie, and Percy came strolling out of the
woods toward them.
"Just Apparated, Dad," said Percy loudly. "Ah, excellent, lunch!"
Bill, Charlie, and Ginny were all sporting green rosettes too, and Mr. Weasley was carrying an Irish flag.
Book 4, Ch8 - "It's time-out!" yelled Bagman's voice, "as trained
mediwizards hurry onto the field to examine Aidan Lynch!"
"He'll be okay, he only got ploughed!" Charlie said reassuringly to Ginny, who
was hanging over the side of the box, looking horror-struck. "Which is what Krum
was after, of course... ."
for the second time, Lynch hit the ground with tremendous force and was
immediately stampeded by a horde of angry veela.
"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.
Book 4, Ch9 - They were soon arguing enjoyably about the match; Mr. Weasley got drawn into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and it was only when Ginny fell asleep right at the tiny table and spilled hot chocolate all over the floor that Mr. Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays and insisted that everyone go to bed.
Hermione and Ginny came hurrying toward them, pulling coats over their
nightdresses, with Mr. Weasley right behind them. At the same moment, Bill,
Charlie, and Percy emerged from the boys' tent, fully dressed, with their sleeves
rolled up and their wands out.
"We're going to help the Ministry!" Mr. Weasley shouted over all the noise,
rolling up his own sleeves. "You lot - get into the woods, and stick together.
I'll come and fetch you when we've sorted this out!"
Bill, Charlie, and Percy were already sprinting away toward the oncoming
marchers; Mr. Weasley tore after them.
He led Harry, Ron, and Hermione through the crowd and back into the campsite.
All was quiet now; there was no sign of the masked wizards, though several
ruined tents were still smoking. Charlie's head was poking out of the boys' tent.
"Dad, what's going on?" he called through the dark. "Fred, George, and Ginny got
back okay, but the others -"
"I've got them here," said Mr. Weasley, bending down and entering the tent.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered after him.
Bill was sitting at the small kitchen table, holding a bedsheet to his arm,
which was bleeding profusely. Charlie had a large rip in his shirt, and Percy
was sporting a bloody nose. Fred, George, and Ginny looked unhurt, though shaken.
"Did you get them, Dad?" said Bill sharply. "The person who conjured the Mark?"
"No," said Mr. Weasley. "We found Barry Crouch's elf holding Harry's wand, but
we're none the wiser about who actually conured the Mark."
"What?" said Bill, Charlie, and Percy together. "Harry's wand?" said Fred.
Harry lay looking up at the canvas, but no flying fantasies came to him now to ease him to sleep, and it was a long time after Charlie's snores filled the tent that Harry finally dozed off.
Book 4, Ch10 - "Come and have a game of Quidditch in the orchard, Harry" said Ron. "Come on - three on three, Bill and Charlie and Fred and George will play. .. . You can try out the Wronski Feint... ."
Rain lashed against the living room window. Hermione was immersed in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, copies of which Mrs. Weasley had bought for her, Harry, and Ron in Diagon Alley. Charlie was darning a fireproof balaclava.
"Moody was a great wizard in his time," said Bill.
"He's an old friend of Dumbledore's, isn't he?" said Charlie.
"Dumbledore's not what you'd call normal, though, is he?" said Fred. "I mean,
I know he's a genius and everything.. ."
"Who is Mad-Eye?" asked Harry.
"He's retired, used to work at the Ministry," said Charlie. "I met him once when
Dad took me into work with him. He was an Auror - one of the best. . . a Dark
wizard catcher," he added, seeing Harry's blank look "Half the cells in Azkaban
are full because of him. He made himself loads of enemies, though. . . the
families of people he caught, mainly. . . and I heard he's been getting really
paranoid in his old age. Doesn't trust anyone anymore. Sees Dark wizards
everywhere."
Bill and Charlie decided to come and see everyone off at King's Cross station
They then hopped back down onto the platform to say good-bye to Mrs. Weasley,
Bill, and Charlie.
"I might be seeing you all sooner than you think," said Charlie, grinning, as he
hugged Ginny good-bye.
"Why?" said Fred keenly.
"You'll see," said Charlie. "Just don't tell Percy I mentioned it.. . it's
'classified information, until such time as the Ministry sees fit to release
it,' after all."
Book 4, Ch19 - "Keep back there, Hagrid!" yelled a wizard near the fence,
straining on the chain he was holding. "They can shoot fire at a range of
twenty feet, you know! I've seen this Horntail do forty!"
"Is'n' it beautiful?" said Hagrid softly.
"It's no good!" yelled another wizard. "Stunning Spells, on the count of three!"
Harry saw each of the dragon keepers pull out his wand.
"Stupefy!" they shouted in unison, and the Stunning Spells shot into the
darkness like fiery rockets, bursting in showers of stars on the dragons' scaly
hides -
Harry watched the dragon nearest to them teeter dangerously on its back legs;
its jaws stretched wide in a silent howl; its nostrils were suddenly devoid of
flame, though still smoking - then, very slowly, it fell. Several tons of
sinewy, scaly-black dragon hit the ground with a thud that Harry could have
sworn made the trees behind him quake.
The dragon keepers lowered their wands and walked forward to their fallen
charges, each of which was the size of a small hill. They hurried to tighten
the chains and fasten them securely to iron pegs, which they forced deep into
the ground with their wands.
"Wan' a closer look?" Hagrid asked Madame Maxime excitedly. The pair of them
moved right up to the fence, and Harry followed. The wizard who had warned
Hagrid not to come any closer turned, and Harry realized who it was: Charlie
Weasley.
"All right, Hagrid?" he panted, coming over to talk. "They should be okay now -
we put them out with a Sleeping Draft on the way here, thought it might be
better for them to wake up in the dark and the quiet - but, like you saw, they
weren't happy, not happy at all -"
"What breeds you got here, Charlie?" said Hagrid, gazing at the closest dragon,
the black one, with something chose to reverence. Its eyes were still just open.
Harry could see a strip of gleaming yellow beneath its wrinkled black eyelid.
"This is a Hungarian Horntail," said Charlie. "There's a Common Welsh Green
over there, the smaller one -- a Swedish Short-Snout, that blue-gray -- and a
Chinese Fireball, that's the red."
Charlie looked around; Madame Maxime was strolling away around the edge of the
enclosure, gazing at the stunned dragons.
"I didn't know you were bringing her, Hagrid," Charlie said, frowning. "The
champions aren't supposed to know what's coming - she's bound to tell her
student, isn't she?"
"Jus' thought she'd like ter see 'em," shrugged Hagrid, still gazing, enraptured,
at the dragons.
"Really romantic date, Hagrid," said Charlie, shaking his head.
"Four. . ." said Hagrid, "so it's one fer each o' the champions, is it? What've
they gotta do - fight 'em?"
"Just get past them, I think," said Charlie. "We'll be on hand if it gets nasty,
Extinguishing Spells at the ready. They wanted nesting mothers, I don't know
why. . . but I tell you this, I don't envy the one who gets the Horntail.
Vicious thing. Its back end's as dangerous as its front, look."
Charlie pointed toward the Horntail's tail, and Harry saw long, bronze-colored
spikes protruding along it every few inches.
Five of Charlie's fellow keepers staggered up to the Horntail at that moment,
carrying a clutch of huge granite-gray eggs between them in a blanket. They
placed them carefully at the Horntail's side. Hagrid let out a moan of longing.
"I've got them counted, Hagrid," said Charlie sternly. Then he said, "How's Harry?"
"Fine," said Hagrid. He was still gazing at the eggs.
"Just hope he's still fine after he's faced this lot," said Charlie grimly,
looking out over the dragons' enclosure. "I didn't dare tell Mum what he's got
to do for the first task; she's already having kittens about him. . . ." Charlie
imitated his mother's anxious voice. "How could they let him enter that
tournament, he's much too young! I thought they were all safe, I thought there
was going to be an age limit!' She was in floods after that Daily Prophet
article about him. 'He still cries about his parents! Oh bless him, I never
knew!"
"You're tied in first place, Harry! You and Krum!" said Charlie Weasley, hurrying to meet them as they set off back toward the school. "Listen, I've got to run, I've got to go and send Mum an owl, I swore I'd tell her what happened - but that was unbelievable! Oh yeah - and they told me to tell you you've got to hang around for a few more minutes.. . . Bagman wants a word, back in the champions' tent."
Book 4, Ch31 - "You all right?" said Bill, grinning at Harry and shaking his hand. "Charlie wanted to come, but he couldn't get time off. He said you were incredible against the Horntail."
Book 5, Ch4 - 'Charlie's in the Order, too,' said George, 'but he's still in Romania. Dumbledore wants as many foreign wizards brought in as possible, so Charlie's trying to make contacts on his days off.'
Book 5, Ch5 - 'None of your brothers caused this sort of trouble!' Mrs Weasley raged at the twins as she slammed a fresh flagon of Butterbeer on to the table, and spilling almost as much again. 'Bill didn't feel the need to Apparate every few feet! Charlie didn't charm everything he met! Percy -'
Book 5, Ch13 -'I'm not bad,' said Ron, who looked immensely relieved at Harry's reaction. 'Charlie, Fred and George always made me Keep for them when they were training during the holidays.'
By Willow (Books 1-3) and Marysia (Books 4-5).