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Harry and Neville had corresponded faithfully the whole summer after the later had left Silbreith to spend some time with his grandmother but had refrained from discussing what Neville liked to refer to as "Harry's secret identity" via letters. The green eyed wizard couldn't wait to meet with his best friend again; if nothing else, he wanted to tell him of the Triwizard Tournament, another thing he had refrained from informing him by mail. That one hadn't exactly been a matter of security; he just wanted to see Neville's face once he found out. With such thoughts, Harry and Severus had joined everyone outside the stadium, having left from Silbreith, and were met with the gawking stares of Hogwarts's students for the first time.
"You know," Severus stated passing by Oliver Wood who was just pointing at them slack-jawed without actually managing to produce any sort of sound, "I had thought this was going to get annoying quickly; the stares and all."
"But you're still enjoying it, aren't you?" Harry asked smiling innocently at his former team captain and waving as Severus followed suit.
"Still am." The potions master admitted. They walked casually around the camp site, pointing and laughing at the obviously magical tents being set around the place and the Ministry personnel trying to get them down.
"How many times can you have your memory wiped clean before you start losing it?" Harry wondered as Mr. Roberts, a Muggle and the site's manager, was once again being obliviated into forgetting the turrets on a purple and green tent.
"I imagine the original spells alone to keep him from wondering what are all these strangely dressed people doing here must have been harsh enough to begin with. I fear the poor man will be drooling for at least a week after the Tournament." Harry nodded as his eyes travelled on the weird combinations in clothing the witches and wizards around them had opted on wearing. A man that had greeted them upon arriving and a friend of Mr. Weasley, called Basil if Harry's memory served him right, was wearing a kilt and a poncho and the outfits followed the same pattern from then on. Harry pointed discretely to an old wizard dressed in a woman's nightgown and two Ministry employees following him around, one of them holding a pair of pinstriped trousers and trying to convince him to put them on. Severus burst out laughing and Harry soon joined him; they hadn't quite managed to stop by the time they reached the tents that had been set up. Or that had been attempted to be set up.
There were three tents; two for the men that outnumbered the women of the group and one for the ladies. Well, at least Harry supposed what he was looking at was tents; they mostly appeared like random sheets of cloth haphazardly thrown over wooden poles.
"My Dad decided to set the tents the Muggle way." Ginny stated, noticing Harry's amused face.
"Still, how hard can it be?" Severus asked as Harry nodded in agreement.
"Not that much, I believe." Ginny admitted, smirking at her father's attempts to prevent the tents from toppling over. "It's just that Sirius liked the idea and agreed to help."
"That settles it." Harry offered and chuckled as the tent that was meant for the women of the group fell sideways onto Sirius's head.
"You're hopeless." Severus muttered as Sirius cast him a death glare.
"If you think you can do better than that, feel free to try!" He growled as James helped him disentangle himself from the mess that was supposed to be a tent.
"Fine." Severus stated and discarded his leather jacket on the forest floor. Their group was one of the few that were dressed normally -for Muggles' standards- and the potions master had opted for dark jeans, a long sleeved, off white henley shirt and the black leather jacket that had been carelessly tossed on the ground. He rolled his sleeves up and started working on the closer tent.
"You actually know how to set up a tent, professor?" Adrian asked, speaking softly, still not daring to dismiss the image of Severus he had created over the past years completely.
"I do." Severus admitted as he finished correcting the first tent -that now actually looked like one- fastening the last rope on the stakes on the ground and rising up to meet the startled faces around him. "And you know who else does?"
"Who?" Adrian asked, as the potions master turned to Lily who was standing between him and the next tent.
"Your mother does." He answered smirking. "And it makes one wonder why she didn't even offer to help."
"It also makes one wonder why nobody considered asking for my help." Lily deadpanned looking at her gawking husband. Severus rolled his eyes, thinking that these two were definitely still in love; just lost in translation somewhere along the way. Helping them might not just be as difficult as he had originally imagined. "Male pride I presume."
"Well, I'm fully prepared to take a hit on my ego should you decide to help." The potions master offered, pointing at the remaining two tents.
"Only if you say please." Lily sing-songed, causing Severus to roll his eyes. That didn't make her move and she just stood expectantly, smirking at her childhood friend. James bristled and fidgeted but remained silent.
"Fine, can you help me set up the tents, please." He asked never minding the gawking crowd or Harry, who was snickering at the unraveling scene.
"See?" Lily asked back, her gaze falling to her dazzled husband. "That's all it takes." And she promptly began fixing the second tent while Harry helped Severus with the remaining one. Severus then offered to help start the fire -as Mr. Weasley was insisting on using Muggle methods still- while Harry was dispatched along with his brother, Hermione and Ron to fetch some water. Following the directions of a map they had been given -and stopping to stare at the clover covered tents of the supporters of Ireland's team and for Harry to be stared at in turn by a stunned Seamus- the three teenagers chatted along the way, mostly about Quidditch; Adrian and Ron seemed especially interested on Harry's opinion on the two teems as, not only had he designed their brooms, he had also watched all their games.
"Well, Ireland has the best team, that's certain." Harry admitted, trying to ignore the same man dressed in the flowery nightgown from before while Hermione fled to gather herself after a hysteric giggle outburst. "But Krum is just so good, he's worth all of Ireland's Chasers; if Lynch doesn't work fast enough or, more likely, doesn't prove lucky enough, Krum might just end the game before Ireland manages to take the lead." Harry stopped his reasoning to fill the containers they had brought with water from the tap. "And besides," Harry continued "Krum is quite renowned for executing perfect Wronsky Feints and he has yet to pull one on the opponent Seeker; I'm hoping to see one today, personally. Rumor has it, Lynch isn't the sharpest tool in the box; I bet he'd fall for it." Adrian agreed, Ron seemed to be hanging from his lips and Hermione shot him furtive glances and then turned away, blushing slightly more every time he caught her. Mentally cocking an eyebrow at her antics, he waved at Cho Chang who greeted him from afar, glad to note that he managed to do so without tripping on his own two feet at her answering smile.
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