A/N: These first two chapters are going to be the Quidditch World Cup, and then you guys can send my suggestions! Reviews are always appreciated, but flames just aren't nice. Let me know what you want to see!

Disclaimer: Can I please be JK Rowling? Then I could make all of these things actually come true. As I'm not, I'll just be the poor college student I am. (Runs to cry in corner)

Chapter 1

"Ron- wha—what are wearing?" Hermione barely managed to get out. Ron was decked out head to foot in the violent orange shade of his favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons. He looked like one continuous flame, the brightest part being his hair. He glared at her, putting his hands on his hips.

"You know exactly what I'm wearing, it brings luck." He retorted. Hermione opened her mouth to snip something back at him, but seemed to think better of it and closed her mouth slowly. With a roll of her eyes she made her way to the breakfast table. A bleary eyed Harry sat across from her, attempting to eat some porridge, missing half the time. An almost more tired Ginny sat next to him, her head dipping onto her plate. Hermione shook her head at this site; knowing what an early morning they were going to have, she had gone to bed early. Ron plopped down on the chair next to her. Surprisingly he didn't pile his plate with food; it seemed that excitement had gotten the better of him.

"Ron are you feeling alright?" asked, touching Ron's forehead with the back of her hand. "You're feeling a bit warm; perhaps it would be best if you stayed home." As though struck with lightening, Ron reached for the closest food item, and piled it onto his plate.

"No, Mum. I'm feeling perfectly fine." He said through a full mouth. Mrs. Weasley made a face at this but dropped the subject. Before long Mr. Weasley was instructing the tired teens that they needed to get a move on. The sun was barely rising as the group exited the Burrow to the portkey awaiting them.

"This is earlier than any human being should be required to be awake…" Harry mumbled to Ginny beside him, who nodded her head in agreement. The group continued along the path. They couldn't help but remember the last time they had made this trip, over four years ago.

"Reminds me of Cedric." said Mr. Weasley, plucking the very words from their thoughts. The teens nodded. "Well, I'm sure he'd enjoy the game as much as we're about to." He smiled weakly, motioning for them to continue on the path. They glumly complied, their thoughts whirling around in their brains.

"Have you heard from Mr. Diggory, Dad?" Ron asked breaking the encompassing silence. Harry looked up, looking eager for an answer. Once again they stopped moving, as Mr. Weasley turned to face the group.

"I know that he fought in the War. His son was the first causality from—Vol -Vol- Voldemort." He squeaked out, "I haven't seen him since you three were fourth years, but I wish him all the best." Mr. Weasley stated sadly. Although he didn't say it, they all knew the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He now knew the feelings that Mr. Diggory felt when he saw Cedric dead, because he too lost a son in the War. Without speaking a word, Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and squeezed tightly. He squeezed back, clinging to her hand as though it might disappear any moment. Behind them Harry and Ginny had done the same. They began walking slowly, looking at the ground. This experience was very different from the last time they had gone to the World Cup. The last time jokes were exchanged all the way down to the portkey; this time the silence was becoming almost unbearable.

"So, George is meeting us there, right?" Harry whispered to the other three.

"Yeah, he just couldn't come this early. He couldn't tear himself away from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes today. He should be there tonight." Ron responded.

"I'm quite excited for him to be coming actually." Ginny said. "It'll be nice for him to be out somewhere other than the Burrow and his shop." They all nodded at this. It was good that he was out and about in general, but having him out somewhere different for once would be good for him. It had taken almost a year for him to joke as much as he used to, but now he almost seemed like his old self. There would always be a dark cloud on a part of his life, but it didn't conquer his life.

"We're here!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, pointing to a boot that was pulsating with a blue light. The couples released each other's hands so they could put one on the boot. "Ready?" They didn't have time to respond before they were thrown into the air, before hitting the ground outside the arena roughly.

"I'm never going to like that feeling." Ron said, reaching down to help Hermione up. He looked around, the excitement radiating from his face.

"Let's place our bags in the tent." Mr. Weasley suggested, the others complying unwillingly. Since they had lost the tent during the War, Harry decided to buy a new tent for the Weasleys. They had tried to resist this offer, but Harry felt like it was partly his fault that it was lost. He wanted to repay their kindness, and besides, he could pay for it. The new tent was similar to the old one, except bigger. It had a room for each person, the girls connecting by a door, and the boys also by a door. There was also a full size dining room, living room, kitchen, and two bathrooms. It was the first time the others had seen the tent, and their jaws were nearly hitting the floor.

"Blimey Harry," Ron said, dropping his bag on the floor. "It's bloody huge!" He said, his eyes wide.

"C'mon mate." Harry said, grabbing a fistful of sleeve to guide him to the boys' side. "Choose a room."

"You mean there's a room for each of us?" Ron said in awe. Harry nodded, and Ron ran into the room closest to the kitchen. "This is bloody amazing!" He yelled from inside. Hermione rolled her eyes as she chose the room closest to the kitchen on the other side. Just as they were setting up to get ready, a knock came on the front flap of the tent. At this noise the occupants of the tent ran to the middle of the living room, wands drawn. Mr. Weasley stood at the front of the group, and gave a nod as he reached for the flap. A flash went off and a tiny witch stood in the entrance.

A/N: Alright, read and review if you please! The second chapter is going to complete this little episode, as I thought it would be too large for one chapter. Let me know what you think!