Hey everyone! This is a new story I just got an idea for last night as I went to sleep. Been working on it all morning. I don't own anything from the Harry Potter series. I own the Carlett family, and that's it! *sob*

Ch.1 The Calretts Ced's POV

"Come on Ced! The tent's just over there!" dad called over the sounds of the anxious fans. Today is the final match of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup- Ireland against Bulgarian, and lucky us, dad had got tickets for it.

As I was walking towards our tent, the multiple flashes of red and black, white and green wizzing this way and that, I wasn't really watching where I was going, and I accidentally bumped into someone and fell down on top of them.

"Ouch! Hey genius, watch where you're going!" I heard a girl say underneath me. Thanks to all my years and the practise of being Hufflepuff's seeker, I quickly rolled off her, and jumped lightly to my feet.

"Sorry about that," I said, holding out my hand. Here, let me help you."

Instead of accepting my hand, she pushed it out of her way and pushed herself. When she brushed her clothes of the dirt that she fell in, she looked up at me, and I swear, my breath got caught in my throat.

Standing in front of me had to be the most breathtaking girl I have ever seen in my life. Her dark brown hair had two purple streaks in it, and it fell down in soft and beautiful waves past her shoulders to end midback. Her lightly tanned skin was covered by a pair of dark blue jeans and a deep green top that had sleeves ending at her elbows. The top seemed to match her eyes so perfectly- those beautiful emeralds, that were so deep that they seemed to just keep going forever. I felt myself falling into their depts, drowning, and I never wanted to emerge.

"Look buddy, are you just going to stand there all day, gawking at me like some weirdo, or are you going to move?" she said as she glared up at me, her hand restly on her hips in fists. Wordlessly, I just stepped to the side. "Thanks," she said as she walked off. I'm sure that I heard her mutter "idiot" under her breath as she walked past me.

"Hey, what's your name?" I shouted to her, but I don't know if she didn't hear me or chose to ignore me, because she didn't respond.

"Cedric! Come on son! There's someone I want you to meet!" I snapped out of it when dad clapped me on my shoulder and started towing me to the tent next to ours.

A man, who looked as though he was my dad's age, was sitting on the small couch centered in the living room. As we entered, he stood up and I noticed that he was dressed in dark brown robes that matched his hair and his blue eyes were so dark, they seemed black.

"Amos! Thought you lost yourself out there," the man said as he walked over to us and gave my dad a simple hug, patting him on the back. Dad returned the gesture.

"Sorry Keif. I was trying to find Ced here. Cedric, this is Keifer Carlett, an old friend of mine from when I was in Hogwarts. Keifer, this is Cedric, my son."

I remember my dad telling about this man when I was younger. Mr. Carlett had been dad's friend since their first year at Hogwarts. Dad told me that once the had graduated from school, Mr. Carlett had moved to America, where he took up the title of seeker for the Flaming Flyers Quidditch team in California. (AN: I have no clue if this is an actual team from the HP series, or someone else's creation. If it is, I don't own it.)

I held out my hand formally, to which Mr. Carlett accepted. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Carlett."

"Oh please Cedric, call me Keifer. Any family member of Amos' is like family to me," he said as he gave me the same hug that he did my father. I was a little hesitant, but I did reutrn it. Then, we all took as seat in the living room.

"Keif, my friend, I forgot to ask. Why exactly are you back in England? I thought that you decided you wanted to stay in America," dad questioned.

"Well, I was, but my daughter wanted to come here for her last year of school. I guess it's my fault. I told her so much about Hogwarts that she became obessed about going there. And I couldn't just send her by herself all the way from California for just one year, now could I?" Keifer said.

"Your daughter? So you did get married after all?" dad asked. "And I thought you said that you were going to stay single for your whole life! You devil!"

"Very amusing Amos. But yes, I did get married. Her name is Jasmine. In fact, she's actually muggleborn. I met her not long after I moved to America. When I first saw her, I knew that she was the one for me," Keifer said.

Keifer continued on about how he had met his wife Jasmine, and with my constant questioning about how it was living in California compared to London, I began to lose track of the time after some point. All I know is that when I was interrupted by my dad, the sun was starting to set, which meant that we had to start heading to the stadium for the match.

"Hold on for a moment Amos. Samantha hasn't came back yet. I swear, that girl, she gets more and more like her mother everyday," Keifer said. "Ah, there she is. Samantha! Come her would you?"

I couldn't see who he was talking to over the crowd that was making their way to the stadium, but a few minutes later, I saw her and I froze.

It was that same girl that I ran into this morning! There was only one thing that was going through my mind at the time- this is NOT going to go over well!

So that's chapter 1! You like it? Love it? Hate it? PLZ review!