Chapter One
I woke up before everyone that morning. Today was the Quidditch World Cup, and my sisters and I were accompanying the Weasleys to the game. I stumbled across the youngest Weasley's room and over to my small bag, which held my clothing for the trip. I randomly pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, before pulling them on and shake Ginny, Lilith, and Vyvyan awake so they can get ready. I light a candle and walk up to Ron's room, needing to wake up Harry and Ron. I knock, to see if they're already awake, when I get no answer, I barge in. The first thing I see is Harry tossing and turning in his bed, drenched in sweat.
"Harry," I whisper loudly, bringing the candle close to his face. He brings his hand up to press on his scar, trying to stop the pain. "Harry!" I repeat, louder, shaking him from his restless slumber. His eyes shoot open, and he automatically reaches for his glasses, placing them on is head.
"Are you alright?" I ask, leaning over him.
"Victorie," He gasps, looking to my face, "bad dream," he answers sitting up on the bed.
"When did you get here?" He asks, not bothering to whisper.
"Late last night with my sisters. You were probably asleep."
I grab a pillow from under harry and wake over to a sleeping Ron. "Wake up!" I yell in his ear before hitting him with the stolen pillow. He snaps awake before pulling the covers up to his chin. "Bloody Hell!"
"Honestly get dressed," Hermione says from the door, "And don't go back to sleep." She looks at me then at the boys before turning and walking down stairs.
"When did she get here?" Harry asks.
"Just now," I answer throwing the pillow back to Harry, Hitting him in the face.
"Ronald! Your mother says breakfast is ready," I say walking out of the room, knowing he'll get ready quicker.
Thirty minutes later after eating and saying goodbye to , our group, which consists of , Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Lilith, Vyvyan, and myself, leave the Burrow and start walking, no one really knowing where we were going.
"Ron, where are we going?" Harry asks, both boys at the back of our group.
"Don't know. Hey Dad! Where are we going?" He yells at , who was leading us through the woods.
"Haven't the foggloot. Keep up!" He back at them, seeing them slow down a bit. Boys.
They run to catch up to us. 'I think dear Lilith fancies someone," I whisper to Vyvyan and Hermione, looking over at my sister, who was flirting wit hone of the twins. My guess was it was Fred, but it might have been George. She was blushing and laughing at his antics.
"Arthur!" A loud voice calls out to us, as waves towards where the voice came from. "It's about time, son!"
"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start," He answers the man, who is apparently Amos. I turn and playfully glare at he two boys in the back. Ron just yawns at me.
"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the Ministry," He introduces the man. Suddenly a boy jumps down from the large tree, where was standing. He was very handsome.
"This strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" says, looking to the young man and shaking his hand.
"Yes, sir." He says politely, before his father slaps him on the back. Ginny and Hermione give each other these looks, before following and Cedric. I look at Vyvyan, rolling my eyes, making her giggle. Lilith is still in her little world, flirting with Fred, or was it George.
"Merlin's beard!" I hear from behind me. I quickly turn to see talking to Harry. "You must be harry Potter," He says, shaking hands with my best friend.
"Yes, sir," He answers.
"Great, great pleasure!"
"Pleasure to meet you to sir," He says uncertainly, before be slapped on the back, much like Cedric.
We quickly walk up a hill to find an old shoe laying on top of it. Why was there an old mangy shoe in the middle of nowhere? I don't know.
"Yes, It's just over there!" yells, pointing at the old shoe. "Why is he pointing at an old shoe?" I ask Vyvyan.
" Why the bloody hell would I know?" She answers back, apparently not getting enough sleep the night before. Ginny runs up to the shoe, earning a weird look form me.
"Shall we?" asks the group.
"Oh, yeah. We don't want to be late." replies.
"Come on, nearly there now. Get yourself in a good position." He adds. Everyone circles around the old thing, looking at it wearily.
"Why are they standing around that mangy old boot?" Harry asks. You took the words right out of my mouth, dear friend.
"That isn't just any old boot," George says.
"It's a portkey." Fred answers. Grabbing onto the thing like everyone else. That answers my question, I think, before placing a hand on the old object.
"Time to Go!" yells.
"What's a portkey?" Harry asks, looking at the boot.
"Ready? After three. One, two…"
"Harry!" yells, before harry grabs the boot just as yells three. We're suddenly spinning off of the ground, and everything around us blurs. Poor Lilith looks sick to her stomach.
"Let go, kids!" yells at us.
"What?" Hermione screeches, not liking the idea of letting go.
"Let go!" He repeats more forcefully. Harry Lets go first followed by myself. The sensation of falling passes through me before I land on something. "I look down to see I landed on Harry. "Sorry, Harry," I gasp, trying to catch my breath, as the others land on their back around us. Cedric, his father and float down, looking like their running on the air, before landing on their feet, smiles on their faces.
"I'll bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?" smiles. We all get up, before walking over the hill to see thousands of tenets set up. And people everywhere.
"Well kids," grins, "Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!"