Harry had been invited by the Weasley's to go to the Quidditch World Cup with them. Harry had of course accepted, he'd do anything to get away from the horrors that lye inside the Dursley home. So here Harry was walking up Stoatshead Hill toward a Portkey that would take him to the World Cup along with the many red-headed Weasleys and the bushy haired Hermione.

Just as they'd reached the top Mr. Weasley cried "Amos!" and a tall man, with greying, brown hair named Amos Diggory and his son Cedric walked up to Harry, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasleys. Harry already knew Cedric as the one who'd beaten him at Quidditch last year at Hogwarts. Cedric had brown hair and bright blue eyes.

Cedric nodded and said "Hi," to them all. And they all responded with their own "Hello's." Cedric looked at Harry for a while. Harry had noticed this and became uncomfortable and started to blush, as did Cedric when he noticed that he'd been staring. Harry got a sucking sensation in his gut, but he didn't know why. Amos looked at Cedric when he noticed Cedric blushing.

"Cedric!" Cedric's head whipped around and he ran over to his father, and Amos said something Harry couldn't quite hear, but Cedric's head lowered and he seemed somewhat upset. The Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, and the Diggorys all marched to an old brown boot that was tearing and grabbed hold, Cedric had conveniently placed his hand next to Harry's. Harry felt a cold shiver extend from that spot on his hand throughout his body, then he felt a horrible ripping sensation from his stomach and was pulled back and everything was spinning...

spinning...

spinning...

black.

Harry woke up to see Cedric staring up at him.

"You okay?" he asked, and offered his hand. Harry pushed himself up without Cedric's hand, and said that he was fine. Although the tingling sensation that came from Cedric's hand was pleasant, Harry didn't want to feel it again. It made him feel ashamed.

"Ashamed of what?" he thought.

"Um... what happened?" asked Harry deciding not to answer his own question.

"That was a Portkey. Don't worry you get used to it after a while." replied Cedric. Cedric began smoothing out his bangs. He was smiling, smiling at Harry whose head was spinning. "I..uh..have-uh..to...yeah," stated Harry as he staggered off toward the Weasleys and Hermione. They walked down to see a group of what looked like hundreds of different coloured tents all over the green grass. There were thousands of people with their faces painted a variety of colours showing their support for Ireland, or Bulgaria. Harry turned to see Cedric looking at him again. Cedric, with those blue eyes, and that hair...that beautiful, brown hair. Harry just shrugged it off and followed the Weasleys.

He watched the Quidditch match with the Weasley's and enjoyed it very much. But he was sure he saw Cedric looking at him with Omnioculars during the game. Harry would glance over at Cedric every few minutes without realizing it. Cedric's father hit Cedric over the back of the head once. Harry seemed to be the only one who realized this; everyone else's attention was on the game. Harry was thinking about why Amos would to that but he became distracted as the Bulgarian's mascots, the Veela began dancing after Bulgaria scored yet another goal. The Irish leprechauns danced and formed rude words in retaliation. Soon Viktor Krum snatched the snitch out of the air, even though it meant Bulgaria would loose.

After the game Harry went to sleep in the tent with the Weaselys and Hermione. The tent was shoddy and very shabby looking from the outside. Harry had no idea how they'd all fit in there. He slowly lowered his head through the flap and crawled in. He was amazed. There were different sections in the tent made into rooms by covering the entrances with crimson and black veils with quaquaversal black loops making beautifully ornate designs on them. There was an oak table with a similar crimson table cloth in the center of the tent, and a crystal chandelier over it. Harry had no idea how the Weasley's could afford this, nor did he ask. He knew quite well it was a touchy subject with Ron.

Cedric. Harry wondered why Cedric was looking at him like that. Looking at his with those beautiful blue eyes. "Hm... maybe I had a booger sticking out of my nose or something," he thought. "A booger that had him staring at you almost through out the entire match, don't be thick," said another voice almost similar to that of the Sorting Hat. He then pictured Cedric's face more clearly. The blue eyes, his brown hair. Cedric's lips. His dark eyebrows. Harry began wondering what he looked like sleeveless...shirtless...pant less...and he fell asleep.

Okay I edited this chapter. I added more detail as asked and I corrected some mistakes. I plan to add this to all of the chapters.

-Mr. Lucky13