"You're sure she's going to fall for this?" Jackson Forester asked as I put any bad-flavoured every-flavour bean in the bowl.

"This is Heather, Jack. Of course she'll fall for it." I sealed the package and his it under my dresser, which hid my letters and stuff so I could send mail at night.

The plan was to trick Heather into thinking that the berti-botts every-flavour beans in this bowl were from Harris, this muggle guy she won't shut up about.

Don't worry, I'm good at faking handwriting.

I finished the note quickly and taped it to the bowl. "There. Now, hurry!"

We set up a camera in her room, hidden by a bunch of picture frames and such.

Jackson put the bowl on her desk, in front of the camera. I heard Heather coming up the stairs and I saw Jackson sprint back into his room.

I started 'reading a book', and by the time she got up the stairs she glowered at me.

"Hello, Black." She spat.

Great. I get another Angelina Johnson in my life.

I ignored her. She made her way to her room. I heard her squeal with joy. A small smirk crossed my face.

Five seconds later I heard her gag, and not long after that she smashed the bowl.

I snickered, but hid my expression quickly, just in case.

Ten minutes later Jackson ran in with the camera. "I got it! I got it!" He whisper-shouted.

"Brilliant. Now turn down the volume!" I whispered back.

We turned the volume down to zero and watched it. Heather took out earwax, and gagged when she ate it. She shrugged and tried dirt, which she spat out into a cloth. Then she tried vomit, where she gagged again and anger filled her eyes as she smashed the bowl on the floor.

I snickered. "Now shove it in my trunk! The twins need to see this." It wasn't really a big prank, but it was a prank. Besides, her face is priceless. I ran out of dung-bombs in June anyway.

That evening when everyone was downstairs eating, while I had my dry toast and apple (I know. I get the most amazing meals here. (That was sarcastic (Did I seriously just triple-bracket this?))).

Suddenly I heard a loud crack and everyone screamed. I ran downstairs. Mr Weasley was there. "Sorry about that." He said, looking at my fear-stricken family. "I'm Arthur Weasley."

"What are you doing in my house?!" Robert demanded.

"Picking up Megan. Oh there you are! Lovely to see you, dear. Now get your trunk. Everyone's eager to see you." Mr Weasley instructed.

I nodded and started going up the stairs. "Who would be eager to see Megan?" I heard Josh say loudly. I rolled my eyes.

When I got all my stuff I went back to Mr Weasley, who was asking my parents questions about muggle stuff, while they just looked seriously annoyed.

"I'm ready." I said.

"Good, good, good. Now, have you ever apparated before?" I shook my head. "Then this should be fun. Take my arm." I did as told when suddenly I felt like I was being spun around and being squished into a tube. But then I was on land and I stumbled and fell over. Someone caught me though.

"Steady, now." I heard Fred say in my ear. I looked up and threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. "Fred!"

"Hey, Megan." He chuckled.

"You know, I exist too." I noticed George standing behind us. I punched him playfully.

"I know you exist, dummy." I hugged him too.

"Megan, dear." Mrs Weasley came up to me and pulled me into a bone-crushing mug

"Mrs Weasley... Can't... Breathe..."

"Oh, sorry dear. You look a bit peaky, do you want something to eat?" She asked.

"No, no, no. I'm fine." I told her.

"Now you'll be sleeping in Ginny's room. There's already a bed set up there." Mr Weasley said. I nodded and dragged my trunk upstairs.

"Hi Megan!" Ginny waved.

"Hey, Ginny. Nice summer so far?" I asked.

"Kind of boring." She shrugged. I nodded.

"Yeah, I bet." Ginny laughed.

Just then George burst in. "Meg, can I borrow your owl?"

I looked at my northern saw-whet owl, Maple, who was sleeping. "Why?"

He rolled his eyes. "Why do you think? I'm sending a letter."

"To who?" I raised an eyebrow.

"No one." I swear I saw him blush.

"That's pretty useless, don't you think? Sending a letter to no one?" I smirked.

He let out a frustrated sigh. "It's none of your business, Megan."

"You're not allowed to use my owl until you tell me who its for." I crossed my arms stubbornly.

He looked like he was arguing with himself for a minute and Ginny and I glanced at each other. "He likes someone." Ginny mouthed. I smirked.

George's face turned bright red and he mumbled something incoherent.

"Sorry? I didn't catch that." I said.

"Katie."

Ginny and I both grinned, looking at each other.

"Can I use your bloody owl now?" He growled.

"Go ahead." I handed him Maple's cage. "Oh, and send this with her too." I gave him my letter to Dad.

"Who's this one to?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Padfoot."

"Oh. Okay." He took the letter and left. Ginny and I burst out laughing once he was far enough.

"He likes Katie!" We said in unison, before we both burst out laughing again.

"What's so funny?" Ron passed us.

"Nothing..." We calmed down slightly.

XxX

"Wake up! Megan, get up!" Hermione shook me. I groaned.

"Five more minutes."

"We have to get to the World Cup today, remember?"

I bolted out of bed. "I'm up!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, laughing a bit. "Alright. Now get dressed."

It was dawn by the time we actually left the house.

"Are we seriously walking all the way there?" I asked.

"Hope not." George said.

"Then where are we going?" I looked at Fred.

"How are we supposed to know?" Fred rolled his eyes at me.

Everyone else seemed to have the same question. "Hey, Dad!" Ron called. "Where are we going?"

"Haven't the foggiest!" He replied.

"He's joking, right?" I asked.

"Arthur!" We came across some other man. "It's about time, son!"

"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." Mr Weasley said. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the Ministry." Just then someone jumped down from the tree. "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"

"Yes, sir." Cedric shook his hand.

"This way."

We continued walking.

"You're Megan, right?" Cedric came up beside me. "Gryffindor chaser? Daughter of Sirius Black?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

He held out his hand. "Cedric Diggory."

I shook it, grinning. "Pleasure."

"So I heard it was you and your friends that made it rain all night in the Slytherin common room last year."

I laughed. "Yeah, that was my idea."

"And Snape made you do homework and gave you detention even though you just faced a werewolf?" He asked.

I nodded. "How do you know all of this?"

He shrugged. "My friends never shut up."

We both laughed. I noticed Fred glaring at Cedric.

"Why is he glaring at me?" He whispered.

I shook my head. "No idea."

Just then I noticed a boot sitting on a hill. Everyone walked up to it. "Yes, it's just over there!"

"What's that?" I asked.

"Shall we?"

"Oh, yeah."

"It's a portkey." Cedric said.

"What's a portkey?" I stood back slightly. Harry looked as confused as I was.

"Now get yourself into a good position."

Still confused, I lay down beside Fred and George and put my hand on the boot.

"Time to go! Ready? After three. One, two, three!"

The boot began to spin and I screamed as we were thrown into some kind of vortex.

"Let go kids!"

"What!?"

"Are you crazy!?"

"Let go!"

I let go and I screamed, falling into a hole.

Suddenly I hit the ground. "Ow!"

The ground doesn't talk.

I turned to see I had landed on Fred. Our noses were touching now. I blushed and rolled off him. "S-Sorry!"

"It's fine." He muttered, getting up and offering a hand. I smiled and he helped me up. We watched Mr Weasley, Mr Diggory, and Cedric all float down gracefully.

"I'll bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?" Mr Weasley asked.

We walked up a hill to see a huge field of tents and millions of people.

"Well, kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!"