Authors Note: I'm currently in the process of rewriting this particular fic as an AU with a completely different ending. I love the Goblet of Fire story it was just after I had finished writing my characters in to all 7 books I realized I could have done so much more if I tweaked a few things from the original storyline and added another character in earlier. I'll post the AU after I'm done posting all the original storyline fics. This one is more of a complete story now that the new characters are adapting storylines of their own within Harry's story.
Disclaimer: I only own Ebony and Chelly, though I wish I owned Cedric and Oliver.
THE GOBLET OF FIRE
WAKING CHELLY
She was at Disneyworld. Enjoying the wind in her hair on Space Mountain as she glided through stars, Oliver smiling besides her despite the stupid pink shirt she made him wear. She could hear George whooping and hollering behind and could have sworn she heard Snape laugh as well. Chelly just sat there and enjoyed before finding herself getting soaked on the Rapids, a less than happy Potion Masters across from her while Ebony laughed, kicking water at George that wafted around their circular raft. Then she was reluctantly dropping from the Tower of Terror, squeezing Oliver's hand to the point she was amazed she didn't break it. He teased her as they left the ride, his hands on her shoulders as he shook her a bit, saying her name. His voice suddenly changed and became distant as he shook her again.
That was when she realized she was dreaming, lying in her bed in the Weasley house, Hermione shaking her shoulder. She slapped the hand away, rolling back over. "Lemme alone," she grumbled.
"It's time to get up, Chelly," Hermione said persistently.
"It's still dark out," she said and nestled into her pillow.
"Now Chelly," she said.
"I'm tired."
"Not my problem."
"I need my beauty sleep," she snorted at Hermione. "You'd know nothing about that."
She heard her let out an irritated sigh and pulled the blankets off her. "Now!"
Chelly let out an angered tired groan and reached under her pillow for her wand. She was nineteen now after all, legal to use magic. "Leviosa!"
Hermione let out a shriek as she was lifted in the air suddenly six feet off the ground. Chelly snickered at it. "Chelly, this is not funny!"
"Yeah it is."
"Put me down!" she demanded.
"Okay," Chelly shrugged. "If you say so." She flicked her wand and Hermione let out another shriek followed by a thump as she hit the floor on her rear end. The older girl got out of bed, stretching her back out. "Well, I'm up. Thanks for that, Mione. I could always use a good laugh to start the day."
She walked over her opening the door just as Oliver was about to knock. "I was just about to come wake you up," he said and handed her a fruit smoothie, knowing it would help her get out of bed.
"Awe," she kissed his cheek. "Thanks. I'm gonna go shower, I'll meet you downstairs."
He nodded as she walked past him and glanced at Hermione who was getting up off the floor. "I see you tried to wake her."
"Doesn't go so well," Hermione said. "Is she always that hard to get out of bed in the morning?"
He nodded and scratched his chin. "For the most part, but after one or two punches to the face, you learn how to avoid it." He smiled at the shock on her face. "Well, see you downstairs, you should probably be getting Harry and Ron up now."
Hermione shook her head as she headed to where the boys sleep, hoping they'd be easier to coax out of sleep than Chelly.
PORT KEY
"Where are we actually going?" Harry asked once they were outside walking through the trees.
"Don't know," Ron shrugged. "Hey Dad. Where are we going?"
"Haven't the foggiest," he answered. "But keep up."
"I'm up at the crack of dawn going somewhere we don't know," Chelly groaned and dragged her feet. Oliver put his arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder as she trudged along with her backpack. George felt a pang of envy, wishing Ebony were there.
"Arthur," a voice said from a head. "It's about time."
"Sorry, Amos," Arthur apologized. "Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start."
Hermione glanced at Chelly as Ron let out a yawn. "Wanna try flying again?" she asked the brainiac. Hermione blushed a little and turned away before Harry or Ron could ask.
"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. He works for the Ministry of Magic," Arthur introduced. And right at the point a boy dropped from the tree landing quickly on his feet.
"Don't do that!" Chelly said as she jumped, nearly knocking Oliver over in the process .
"Sorry Chelly," Cedric reached an arm out, balancing her before she could fall with his most charming smile. "Didn't mean to startle you there."
She moved her arm from his touch, noticing the glance Oliver shot at him. "And I'm not gonna mean to knock you on your ass next time."
Arthur went on introducing anyone who didn't know the 7th year Hufflepuff who was also the star of his Quidditch team. "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric."
"He's the star player of his house Quidditch team you know," Amos patted his son on the back, beaming brightly. Chelly rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to throw up. Cedric had asked her out four times in the past three years. Once before she got with Oliver and then three times when she was with Oliver. It was needless to say how her boyfriend felt about the Hufflepuff. Nearly every game they had against the rivalry team, Oliver would go to great lengths to be sure the other boy got put in his place. Chelly couldn't argue morals…seeing as how she'd sent a bludger or two at him in the past. But he was relentless at least. Never gave up pursuing or giving her that puppy dog look.
She made sure to stay away from him during the remainder of the walk to the field. They walked up it, coming to an old boot lying on the ground. She frowned as they all circled. It was a boot. An old ruddy boot. And this was supposed to take them to the Quidditch game.
"Come on. Nearly there now. Get yourself into a good position," Arthur said as he moved around to one side.
"You're joking?" Chelly stared at it.
"Afraid not," Hermione said with the same puzzled frown.
"Why are we all standing around an old boot?" Harry asked.
"That just isn't any old manky boot," Fred said.
"That's a Portkey," George finished the thought.
"Time to go!" Arthur yelled.
"What's a Portkey?" Harry asked as they all grabbed the boot.
"It transports you to a specific place," Oliver said as Harry squeezed in on the other side of Chelly.
Arthur started counting down and Harry grabbed onto the boot right before the last count and they were soon all spinning up into the air. There was a bright flash of light as the wind blew over them faster and faster. Chelly was preferring the Hypogriff to this. She hated Portkey's. Arthur and Amos on the other hand were laughing as if it were a treat.
"Let go, kids," Arthur said.
"What?" Hermione's turn to exclaim.
"Are you out of you mind!" Chelly yelled across.
"Let go!"
Closing her eyes tight, Chelly let go, screaming all the way down with the others. She hit the ground and rolled to a stop, partially landing on Ron. She sat up, brushing the pieces of grass from her hair and saw Arthur, Amos, Cedric, and Oliver smiling smugly as they landed on their feet perfectly.
Chelly glared, mumbling under her breath. "Show off."
"I'll bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?" Amos cackled and Chelly had to fight the urge to clear him of consciousness.
A hand came into her view and she took it, thinking it to be Oliver. She stood up with the help, brushing her pants off with her other hand. "Thanks, doll," she looked up to his face and saw it wasn't Oliver but Cedric smiling at her, holding her hand.
"You're very welcome," he smiled back and she felt his thumb brush the back of her hand.
She ripped her hand from his grip and shoved him back. "Ass."
He continued to smile as he helped Harry to his feet. She turned to Oliver who was staring hard at Cedric. "I thought he was you," she said to him.
"No need to apologize," he said to her and slid his arm around her waist. "I know you'd never leave me for that dolt."
They walked that way up the hill, staring at all the people camped out on the grounds outside the stadium, laughing and having a good time.
"Wow…wish Ebony was here to see this," George said in awe as they walked through the crowds.
"Didn't you invite her?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, but she said something about meeting me during the game," he said. "She had to make an appearance with the Malfoy's," he snorted. "That's a punishment worse than death."
"Some might say the same about dating you," Ginny teased and he swatted at her but she dodged.
"Tell me about it, I had to sit with them a year back and I wanted to either throw Lucius off the stand or strangle Lucius, couldn't decide which. Maybe strangle him then throw him off," Chelly said with a dazed smile, thinking that very thought.
"Home sweet home," Arthur declared as they reached their rather small looking tent. Everyone filed in and Chelly beckoned Harry to follow as he stared in confusion. She laughed at his look. "Things aren't always as they seem, Harry," she grabbed his arm and dragged him in. As she had said. It was huge. Like a miniature house equipped with multiple beds couches, table and chairs.
"Wow," Harry said in awe. "I love magic."
QUIDDITCH CUP BAD COMPANY
Ebony walked down the stairs her heels clicking with each step. As part of the deal she was forced to wear a dress, at least it was one of her choice, though she never chose to wear a dress anywhere. It was black and strapless going only to mid calf. The top part that covered her bosom was a deeper black and ruffled with a thick black ribbon tying off to the side. Dark gray material fell from her waist to the end of the dress with a black net sheet over it making it look darker with a black floral design blooming up from the left bottom to the mid right side. It was a simple yet complicated dress, she preferred them that way.
"Keep up, dear girl," Lucius said and Draco grabbed her hand to emphasize it. She didn't fight the revolted look on her face. She gave up trying to be pleasant to them years ago. It was an impossible task. One she hated to do and since she hated to do a lot of things her father told her to, she decided this one would be one she rebelled against.
"If I wasn't forced to wear heels, it would be a lot easier to keep up," she said and removed her hand from Draco's.
"It's the proper attire to wear to such an event. It shows class and status and you, luckily, are part of both," Lucius answered and that cold smile crossed his face as his gaze drifted upward. "Unlike others."
Ebony's eyes moved up to see the Weasley's and Harry with Hermione, Chelly, and Oliver. Her face lit up at sight of them and of George.
"How far up are we dad?" Ron gasped.
"Well put it this way," Lucius said as he sauntered up, gazing at them. "If it rains you'll be the first to know."
Ebony's eyes met her friends and she shook her head, sickened with the Malfoy's as usual. They switched to George, his face painted half green and white and gave him a reassuring smile mouthing 'fifteen minutes' to him and tapping her wrist to tell him how long it would take her to escape these people.
"Father, Ebony and I are in the minister's box," Draco said and made it a show of putting his arm around Ebony, flashing a grin at George. George made a move towards the railing but Fred grabbed him back and Ebony shook her head. "By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."
"Don't boast Draco," Lucius said to his son. "There's no need with these people."
Harry gave one last look towards Ebony and moved to turn away from the likes of the Malfoy's. She envied them for being able to do that. Lucius shot his cane out, pinning Harry's shirt to the railing. "Do enjoy yourself, won't you, Potter? While you can," Lucius said and stared at Harry.
Ebony couldn't take it anymore. She shrugged Draco's arm off her and stepped forward, making a show of knocking Lucius's cane from Harry's shirt as if by accident. It clattered to the floor and she gave a fake gasp, hand to her chest. "Oh, I'm so sorry. How clumsy of me?"
Lucius glared at her and retrieved it from the floor. She smiled back just as coldly as he could. "We better not keep the Minister waiting," she said out loud. "Someone might start kissing his ass before we get there." She waved at her friends and kept on walking ahead while the others laughed above the Malfoy's, heading off to their seats.
Ebony was almost around the corner to the seat when a hand roughly grabbed her arm and slammed her into the wall, holding her there while the top of his cane rested against her neck, Lucius hissed in her face. "Don't you dare ever embarrass me like that again."
"Or you'll do what?" she said with a coy smile.
He returned the cold smile the anger still bright in his eyes. "I say, your father does enjoy his job at the school…it would be a shame for him to lose it."
"That's not for you to decide," she said. "That is Dumbledore's decision and Dumbledore's alone."
Lucius smiled and removed the cane from her throat. "For now, maybe…until a more proper Wizard takes over."
"For someone who speaks so highly of aligning himself with a, how did you put it, more proper wizard, you are offly sure of where you stand of him and where my father does," she moved away from him. "I hope your confidence proves fruitful…for your sake."
Ebony kept on walking with a smile leaving Malfoy just a bit more insecure in his previous thoughts. It was already proving to be a promising night.
PARTING HER WAY
The game had begun and Ebony found it hard to breathe where she sat next to Draco while Lucius chatted away with the Minister, smiling more smugly than ever. It was too stuffy. She had to leave before she became much more nauseated. She stood from her chair, ready to go find her friends and wash the memory of spending time with these people away.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked, his fingers clenching her arm.
"I'm going to the ladies room, did you want to follow me there as well? I'm sure you've been in there once or twice as it is," Ebony replied with a cold smile.
"Don't be too long," Draco released her arm with a dark look. "Wouldn't want your seat to be taken."
"I'll pretend to mind so much if it does…this place is pretty sizeable after all…I could get lost on my way back…one could only hope so," she picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder leaving the V.I.P. booth. She hurried down the stairs and looked behind her, no one followed. She partially expected to see Malfoy's trailing eyes but neither he nor his father did. They were too busy brown nosing the other politicians in the booth. Not a problem for her. She preferred it that way.
She reached into her purse and took out the ticket George had given her. The very top row section E. She sighed, it was going to be quite a walk in these heels but she'd manage it. She was in section A already. She glanced at her ring, her father did buy it for her for a reason and with a smile she apparated to section E. Glancing up at the staircases she apparated again to the stair level 38. She crossed all that ground in fifteen seconds and didn't so much as break a sweat.
With a smile Ebony pardoned her way through the ground until she saw the red headed boy she was looking for. Of course he was decked out in his Irish color, face painted to match. She shook her head at his enthusiasm but wouldn't have him change it for the world.
She reached her hand out and tapped his shoulder. George spun his colored face around and grinned broadly when he caught sight of her.
"Ebony!" he reached an arm out, snagging her around the waist and pulling her in close.
It caught the others attention. "You escaped the foulness of the Malfoy's," Ron smiled across at her. "Good for you. Great show back there by the way, never seen his dad so peeved."
"How'd you escape?" Fred asked. "You use the bubbling puss boils we gave you?"
"It'd be an improvement to Malfoy," George laughed.
"I just said I had to go to the bathroom I'm afraid, and I got lost on my way back to my seat and wound up here. How convenient?" she smiled.
"You seem to wind up around me a lot," her boyfriend said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She pushed him away with a smile.
"You're getting me painted," she giggled and rubbed at the green spot now smeared on her cheek.
"You're an Irish fan."
"No, I'm for Krum," she stuck her tongue at him.
"So is Chelly," Fred jerked his thumb in her direction where her head swiveled in every direction the Bulgarian moved. She fanned herself with one hand as the audience started chanting his name. Except Ebony could tell she was saying "yum" instead of "Krum". Oliver pretended not to notice, he just shook his head slowly at her celebrity crush.
"Ron wants to marry him I think, he's just as sprung," George said and Ebony noticed the youngest boy watching with just as much stars in his eyes as Chelly. The two of them had their heads going in every direction Krum moved without fail.
"I'm not sprung for him. He's too tough looking. I prefer tall gangly boys with at least half a brain and red hair," she leaned back against George and his arm tightened around her waist as the two watched and cheered away for the game on opposite teams watching with the rest of their family and friends.
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