Disclaimer: I own nothing. Or at least I own nothing Harry Potter wise. Morgan Denton is sort of mine...but in the end not really... Yep...
Chapter 1
Morgan Denton stared out her window in silence while she waited for her best friend and his father to apparate. She had been invited to go with them to the Quidditch World Cup. Her mother, Marry, stood in the kitchen with a frown on her face. She didn't like the idea of her youngest child, and her only girl, going with them. It was also terribly early in the morning, the sun hadn't even peaked over the horizon yet.
She perked her head, her dark auburn red hair falling down to her waist. Her green eyes lit up when she watched her best friend step out of the car that had just pulled up. Morgan quickly ran out the door and jumped into the boy's arms, "Cedric!" she giggled when he twirled her once before setting her on the ground.
Cedric Diggory looked down at his best friend. The girl he had befriended on his first train ride to Hogwarts and smiled. She had always been pretty, in his opinion, but if possible she was even prettier then the last time he had seen her, "Guess what?"
She quirked her head when he set back on the ground, the boy was at least a little less then a foot taller then her, "You've decided to give up your life honesty and take a life of crime?"
"Far from it," Cedric smiled while they walked into the house after Cedric's father. "I was made prefect of our house."
Morgan smiled, "That's wonderful! I bet your father's pretty excited!"
"You bet, we went out and celebrated I think three different times," Cedric chuckled. "He's been acting awfully strange lately."
Morgan looked over at her friend then at Amos Diggory who was speaking with her mother, "What do you mean?"
Cedric sighed, "I dunno… Says there is something amazing going down in Hogwarts… He didn't get into much detail after that…"
Morgan frowned, "Odd… Your father can never keep secrets…"
"I know…" Cedric forced a smile when Amos walked back in to the living room.
"You ready to go then Morgan? We're meeting the Weasley's at the Port Key. The Fire place we're going to should be close enough for a good thirty minute walk," Amos smiled.
Cedric gave Morgan a smile then they proceeded to each step into the fire place.
Morgan sat on the hill and stared at the sun that was beginning to rise slowly, "It's rather pretty," she yawned. "Wouldn't you agree?"
Cedric sat down next to her and looked out, "Yeah… It really is isn't it?"
"I wouldn't have said so if I didn't think so," she smirked.
Cedric play punched her but both stood when they saw seven figures walking towards them, "I thought it was just the Weasleys who were meeting us…" Morgan muttered.
Amos rose a hand, in the other was an old boot, "Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it!"
Morgan leaned against Cedric who chuckled at her reaction.
"Amos!" Arthur Weasley called. Morgan looked at those standing behind the older man; Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George Weasley as well. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone," said Mr. Weasley. "He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric? And Morgan Denton, her father is among those who are unspeakables."
Cedric nudged Morgan who glared back at him then they both waved, "Hey," Morgan smiled slightly.
"Hi," said Cedric.
Fred and George looked at Morgan and gave her one of their attempt at a "cute" smile then nodded to Cedric. Apparently they were still a little sour about Hufflepuff beating Gryffindor the year before when Cedric caught the snitch. Morgan was a beater on the Hufflepuff team so they were always trying to flirt with her. She just smirked and rolled her eyes.
"Long walk, Arthur?" Amos asked Arthur Weasley.
Arthur shrugged, "Not too bad. We live just on the other side of the village there, you?"
Amos glanced at the two seventeen year olds were being terribly quiet, "Had to get up at two, didn't we Ced? Had to stop and get Morgan then floo the village. I tell you, I'll be glad when they've both passed their Apparition test. Still…not complaining…Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons—and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy…" He tilted his head and looked at the kids behind Arthur. "All these yours, Arthur?"
"Oh no," Arthur pointed out his kids, "only the red heads. This is Hermione, friend of Ron's—and Harry, another friend—"
"Merlin's beard," Amos' eyes widened. Morgan glanced up at Cedric who had put a hand over his face. "Harry? Harry Potter?"
"Er—yeah," Harry answered slowly.
"Ced and Morgan have both talked about you. Morgan comes to our house for Christmas break because her parents are usually gone on business," Amos explained. "Told us all about playing against you last year… I said to him…both of them, I said—Ced, Morgan, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that well… you, Cedric Diggory, beat Harry Potter!"
Morgan's eyes widened at what Mr. Diggory was suggesting that the two were, or could be, a couple and she quickly took a good step away from Cedric, "Harry fell off his broom, Dad," Cedric muttered. "I told you…it was an accident…"
"The Dementors and all…" Morgan tried to help.
"Yes, but you, neither of you, fell off did you?" Amos laughed good heartidly. He had always considered Morgan a daughter since he had met the girl. He slapped his son on the back. "Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman… but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd agree say the same, wouldn't you eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier!"
Mr. Weasley quickly cleared his throat, "Must be nearly time. Do you know whether we're waiting for anymore Amos?"
Morgan looked around them while Amos and Arthur spoke, "We're real sorry about Cedric's dad," she spoke looking at Harry. "He becomes overly proud of us…well more of Ced and he likes to flaunt it…I think a little too much."
Harry quickly shook his head, "Its no problem, Morgan."
Morgan gave him a slight smile then turned when Arthur spoke, "You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, a finger will do."
The group gathered around the boot and Morgan's dismay the twins were arguing with one another on who got to be on the other side of Morgan. Ginny finally glared at them and put herself in between the twins and Morgan. The older girl gave her a grateful smile then turned and grabbed a lace on the boot.
"Three…two…one…" Then she felt the familiar feeling. She hated portkeys, always has. It felt like a hook just behind her navel had suddenly jerked irresistibly forward. Her feet left the ground and she could feel Ginny and Cedric pressed on either side of her. Then, like she always did, she let go and stood as if standing from lying in the air. She held back a laugh looking at George, Fred, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione all lying on the ground in a slight daze.
"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill," a voice spoke from near by.
Morgan took in a deep breath and sighed while Amos and Arthur conversed with the men who were gathering the Portkeys. Amos then nodded for them to follow. Morgan and Cedric looked over at the group, "See you guys later, if not, enjoy the match!"
"Hey Morgan!" George called while they began to walk away.
"What?!" she called back, walking backwards, following after the other two.
"If the Irish win do I get a kiss?" he asked.
She froze for a second then shrugged; "If you get me something pretty!" she called back before chasing after Cedric and Amos.
"Those two have had a crush on you since third year, you'll just start lighting a fire you don't want," Cedric pointed out.
Morgan raised an eye brow up at her best friend, "Really now? Is that so? Maybe I like one of them."
A knowing smile crossed Amos' face but he quickly entered the muggle camp rental building while the two continued talking, "One of the Weasley twins?" he asked in a disbelieving voice. "How could you like one of them? They're not exactly…your type."
She tilted her head to the side, "My type? Cedric Diggory," she was smiling slightly, "when did you suddenly discover what my type was?"
"Fourth year when you dated Roger Davies from Ravenclaw," he pointed out. "You like dark haired pretty boys who play Quidditch, and are team captains."
"Really now?" she leaned up against the building. "Maybe I just liked his conversation."
"Yeah… Was he whispering the secrets of life while you were lip locked?"
Morgan rolled her eyes, "Okay so Roger and I were a little more physical then most couples… I mean we never really talked so that's why it only lasted for three months. What about you and Cho?"
"There's nothing going on between me and Cho," Cedric shrugged.
"You guys were really…friendly at the end of last year. I could barely get you to actually stop and talk to me when you were with her," Morgan pointed out. "I think you should ask her out."
"Nah," Cedric shook his head.
Morgan raised an eye brow, "Um…okay…why not?"
"There's this other girl," Cedric explained.
"Go on."
"She's in our grade, pretty smart, really great smile," Cedric shrugged his shoulders. "I don't thinks she likes me anyway…"
"You won't know until you tell her," she pointed out.
Cedric sighed, "Well…maybe I will ask Cho out… I'll have to think on it."
Both teens stood straight when Amos left the building, "Follow me, youngins, our tent is this way."
Note: So… This is a CedricOC. (Well that's what it will become.) The questions you all may be asking yourself is, will Cedric survive? Who will Morgan go to the Yule ball with? What team are they rooting for? I'm not sure yet…but all will be figured out soon! I do have ideas! One review and I'll update!
