"Come onnnnnn"
"Ronald" Molly Weasley snapped, "a little patience will not kill you. We are still waiting on our guests."
The redheaded boy frowned, before crossing his arms with a huff. If they missed the initial World Cup ceremonies he was going to be furious. Luckily for him, and his siblings who had been quite eager as well, the doorbell rang moments later.
It was his father who answered the door, a bright grin appearing on his face as he did so, "Come in come in! We were just finishing up preparations."
"Wouldn't want to rush you Mr. Weasley, sorry for being so late, Moony here had to apply some flee powder."
The other man growled at his friend while their host merely waved off their concerns, "Nonsense, and please just call me Arthur."
"Mr. Weasley" a third voice politely greeted, earning the fourteen-year-old a smile from the older man.
"Hello Harry, and please just Arthur will do, after all…"
"What is he doing here!?"
The father turned to level a glare at his youngest son, while the rest of his children began to enter the packed living room.
"Harry, Mr. Black, and Mr. Lupin are our guests Ronald."
"B-b-but…"
"HARRY!" Ginny cheerfully shouted, before practically tackling into the boy, earning laughter from the adults.
"He can't be here! This was our family vacation, Charlie and Bill even came in to…"
"Ron" the Weasley matron hissed, "It is only because of Harry and his godfather's incredible generosity that we are able to attend the World Cup. They were gifted a private box by the Minister and were kind enough to offer us free tickets to accompany them. Not only that but to share their reserved camping spot."
The boy's protests ended when the rest of his brothers glared at him as well, discreetly telling him to 'shut his mouth'.
"Right then, ready to go Arthur? We have the Portkey all setup and ready."
Suddenly the youngest girl's eyes widened in epiphany before dashing back upstairs, shouting that she had almost forgotten to pack something and to give her a few minutes.
"Well would you three like to have a quick bite to eat before we go? It is the least we can do to thank you again Mr. Black."
"Sounds delightful and please, just call me Sirius, you can call Remus here 'fuzzy' if you want to though."
...
"I don't understand why we have to share a tent with… him ."
Fred and George promptly double slapped their youngest brother on the back of his head.
"Seriously Ronald"
"I swear"
"You must be"
"Adopted"
"With how dim witted"
"You can be"
"At all times"
"What these two are trying to say Ron," Bill chimed in as he entered the 'common' room of their side of the structure, "is that to rent a space and buy something like this isn't cheap, especially for seven children and two adults. So, why don't you try to be nice for once and just thank Sirius, Remus, and especially Harry for inviting us and paying for everything. Otherwise you would be sitting at home doing chores and hoping for decent coverage in the paper if you ever read it."
Charlie nodded from where he sat at the table, "You didn't hear this from us but… mom and dad have been having money problems lately. Bill and I have been sending what we can back but having so many kids in school and trying to afford everything else is… well it isn't easy right now."
"Well yeah but I mean… why can't the snake just sleep outside with the rest of…" the boy promptly yelped in pain from a stinging hex sent by his enraged sister who had walked in from the other side.
"Say that again Ron and I'll be mentioning the detentions you've gotten the past few years along with the very colorful language you've picked up."
The boy paled, while his oldest brothers shot dangerous glares, secretly promising to find out exactly what their youngest brother had been saying.
"Alright Weasleys we are finished setting up and the first rounds start in about an hour. Everyone ready to head up and… is something going on here?" Arthur inquired as he noticed the atmosphere in the room.
"No, nothing at all dad. Just making sure Ron knows to be nice to the ones whose generosity allowed us to go on this vacation."
Their father's gaze shot to his youngest son for a moment, before he nodded. "Good, I don't want to hear about any more issues or problems with Harry or his godfathers, am I understood?"
"Yes dad" the children chorused, earning a nod of approval.
"Good, then grab a snack and meet us outside."
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