DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, well that would be a COMPLETELY different story...

Chapter One

Third Person Perspective

The Muggle caretaker was walking up the stairs to the house to his death. Only he didn't know it.

He cringed as the stairs creaked; he had become aware of the talking taking place in the room before him.

"…perhaps if we do it without the twins?" The man known as Wormtail said towards the figure in the chair with the raspy voice.

"No! The twins are everything!" The raspy voice replied sharply, making Wormtail jump back in fear. How could a grown man have been afraid of something so small? "It cannot be done without them, and it will be done! Exactly as I said!"

Suddenly, another man appeared beside the chair where the raspy voice was coming from. "I will not disappoint you my lord."

"Good." The voice replied.

The Muggle caretaker jumped a bit as he noticed a giant snake slithering by his foot. He watched it as it wandered into the room in front of him.

"First, gather our old comrades. Send them…a sign." The voice told the man before him.

The snake went up along the chair, hissing. It talked in Parseltongue.

"Nagini tells me the old Muggle caretaker is standing just outside the door!" The raspy voice said to the others.

Wormtail appeared in the doorway in front of the Muggle man with a grin on his face.

"Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting!!" The raspy voice hissed. "Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light struck the man dead.

A fourteen-year-old girl woke up in a cold sweat, screaming. She instinctively pressed a hand to her lightning bolt scar, which was causing her a horrible, burning pain.

The scar was a reminder of a night that changed her life forever, 13 years ago.

Lord Voldemort had broken into her parent's house. He had killed her father, James, and her mother, Lily. He had also tried to kill her and her twin brother, Harry. But it was because of their loving mother's sacrifice that they could not be touched by Voldemort.

Camelot Potter was a beautiful girl, she really was. She had her mother's face. Not to mention her distinctive green eyes, which she shared with her brother. But her gorgeous, jet-black waves that stretched to the middle of her back was the one thing that her mother didn't pass on to her. That, she got from her father.

"Cam, are you alright? Cam?" A girl with ginger hair asked the girl.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, Ginny." Camelot mumbled, sitting upright in her bed at the Burrow.

"Well, everyone's up. Except for the twins…and Ron and Harry. Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with them…" Both girls laughed at this joke.

"What are we having for breakfast?" Camelot said, trying to take her mind off of the horrific nightmare she had just had.

"Pancakes!"

"Out, out! I'm changing!" Cam shoved Ginny out of her room playfully. The one thing she couldn't resist was Mrs. Weasley's pancakes.

Once she was changed, Camelot and Ginny bounded towards the room of the Weasley Twins, Fred and George.

"I've got Fred and you've got George, right?" Ginny whispered as she opened the door.

"Right!" Camelot replied in an equal tone, following behind her best friend.

The bolted into the room with a burst of energy, grabbing pillows and hitting the twins over the head with them while jumping on the bed.

"Oi! Get off!" Fred and George both moaned, pulling the covers over their heads.

"Breakfast's ready!" The girls both shrieked, pulling the blankets off of their heads.

"Merlin's beard, give-" Fred said.

"-Us five more-" George continued.

"-bloody minutes!"

"No! I want to go to the Quidditch World Cup, and I want you to be there with me, Georgie!" Camelot whined, still jumping on his bed.

"Yes, Freddie! Please?" Ginny protested, sitting on her brother's legs.

"Well, alright…" George started.

"-if you can't get on-" Fred responded.

"-without our charm…"

"-We suppose we'll have to do it!" They both chimed at the end, whipping off the covers.

"Now…who wants to wake up Ron?" Ginny yelled as the twins popped out of their room, fully dressed.

"I do! I do!" Camelot, Fred, and George jumped up and down.

The four of them padded down the hall to where Harry and Ron were both sleeping. Ron, being the heap of snoring on the left side of the room, and Harry being the normal one on the right.

"Ginny, I shall get the boy!" Fred motioned to Camelot's twin.

"And Cam and I shall get Sleeping Beauty!" George snickered.

George reached into his pocket, while Cam bent down in front of Ron, trying to hold her laughter in.

"Ready?" George asked.

"Born ready!" Cammie replied, slapping hands with him.

George set off miniature fireworks in his brother's face, while Cam screamed, "Wake up, Ronnie!"

He jumped up. "Bloody hell! I swear, you're trying to kill me!"

"Come on, ladies, gents, and Ron, mum's got breakfast waiting!" Ginny skipped out of the room.

They all met Hermione down the hallway, who had just gotten out of her bathroom. She joined them at the table downstairs for breakfast.

All of them ate their pancakes at a lightning speed, either from the excitement of where they were going, because of their hunger, or both.

They each grabbed their bags, and followed Mr. Weasley into the woods.

"Ron, where are we actually going?" Harry asked his best friend.

"Don't know." Ron replied, trying to keep up with the group. "Hey, dad! Where are we going?"

"Haven't the foggiest! Keep up!"

Harry and Cam shot each other puzzled looks and ran to catch up with the twins.

"So he doesn't know where we're going?" Cam asked Fred.

"Nah, dad's just acting funny." He chuckled.

"Arthur!" A voice chimed up ahead. "It's about time, son!"

The voice had come from a man with a large bag on his back that wore glasses.

"Sorry, Amos! Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start!" Mr. Weasley laughed.

Harry, Ron, and the Twins flushed.

Mr. Weasley put his arm around Amos. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the Ministry."

A boy jumped down from a tree, which Cam hadn't expected.

She yelped and jumped, falling backwards. The boy and George each gave her a hand which she gladly took; her face was the color of a ripe tomato.

"You alright?" The boy asked her, grinning.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Cam brushed her jacket off.

"And that strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Yes, sir." Cedric chimed, walking back over to his father.

"This way!" Amos said, turning back onto the path.

The group walked until Harry and Camelot were stopped by Amos.

"Merlin's beard, you must be Harry and Camelot Potter!"

"Yes, sir." Harry and Cam said. They were used to it by now. People asking for pictures, or autographs, or even asking to see their scars.

"Great, great pleasure." Amos shook their hands.

"Pleasure to meet you too, sir." Harry beat his sister to the answer.

They caught up with the rest of the group, only to find themselves situated around an old boot.

"Yes, it's just over there!" Amos said.

Ginny ran up to it.

"Shall we?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Oh yeah." Amos responded.

"We don't want to be late!" Mr. Weasley laughed.

"Come on, nearly there, now! Get yourself into a good position!" Amos said to his son.

Everyone got a good hold on the boot.

"Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?" Cam asked.

"That isn't just any manky old boot, Cammie!" George grinned at her.

"It's a portkey!" Fred chimed.

"What's a portkey?" Harry asked.

"Ready! After three! One…two…" Amos began to count down.

"Harry! Cam!" Mr. Weasley shouted to the Potter Twins.

They both quickly grabbed onto the boot, as Amos finished the countdown.

They all began to turn in a circle, and lift off the ground.

Cam and Harry felt their stomachs flip, and they both yelled and held onto the portkey for dear life.

Hope all of your enjoyed my first chapter!! Please review!!!