A/N: Hey guys! Here's the Goblet of Fire beginning! I'm really excited to start this one. For those of you who are just starting out, you should probably go to my page, and read My Thoughts You Can't Decode, that's set during the Prisoner of Azkaban before you read this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I only own my original characters. I also don't own the lyrics to "Play On". They belong to the gorgeous Carrie Underwood. Go give it a listen if you haven't heard it.
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What you're gonna do when the show is over
What you're gonna sing when the song is eeire
How you're gonna cope when there is no closure
Where you're gonna reach when the goal gets higher
How you're gonna make it through
When you think you lost your chance
Play on when you're losing the game
Play on 'cause you're gonna make mistakes
It's always worth the sacrifice
Even when you think you're wrong
So play on
Even when the floodgates swing right open
Never let the current take you down, no
Even when you're not sure where you're going
Swimming through a mess and you can't get out
Just going through the motions
Trying not to drown
Play on when you're losing the game
Play on 'cause you're gonna make mistakes
It's always worth the sacrifice
Even when you think you're wrong
So play on
Even through a storm on the darkest night
Don't you ever give up the fight
Even when you feel you're all alone
Play on, play on
Play on when you're losing the game
Play on 'cause you're gonna make mistakes
It's always worth the sacrifice
Even when you think you're wrong
So play on
"Play On" – Carrie Underwood
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*Tori's POV*
"Tori, darling you need to wake up," I heard a gentle voice tell me softly.
"Mmph, what?" I asked.
"You need to get up so you can go to the Weasley's today," the voice said.
"The Weasley's? What… Oh my god! It's today!" I yelled, sitting up quickly, looking up at Uncle Remus. I got out of bed and ran into Gabe's room. I heard Uncle Remus chuckling from behind me. I busted open the door and jumped on Gabe's bed. He was quickly roused out of his sleep and looked up at me like I was crazy.
"What is your problem?" he shouted.
"It's today! Get up!" I shouted, and he groaned. I ran back to my room, and got dressed in a dark tank top, a pair of jeans, and my pink trainers. I threw on some eyeliner, and eye shadow, and ran a brush through my hair. I was quickly finished getting ready and I pounded my fist on Gabe's door. "Hurry up!" I shouted, and I heard him grunt a reply from inside. I don't know what his deal is. He was excited yesterday.
I walked down to the kitchen, where Uncle Remus was making breakfast for us.
"It's unusual that you're the one who has to wake up your brother. Usually it's the other way around," he said, when he turned around and saw me sitting at the table.
"I know. I'm just excited," I said, smiling.
"I know you are."
I smiled as Gabe sluggishly came downstairs in a black shirt, jeans, and his black trainers. He glared at me, and sat at the table. Uncle Remus sat our breakfast of pancakes in front of us and we immediately started eating.
"These are good Uncle Remus," Gabe said, through a mouthful of his food. I made a disgusted face at him, which he laughed at.
"Thank you," Uncle Remus said, beginning to eat as well.
Soon enough, we were finished eating, and I grabbed my pink jacket off of the hook, while Gabe grabbed his black one. It wasn't cold outside. It was actually pretty warm, but it would get cold at night when the Quidditch game started.
"Have fun you two, and behave Victoria," Uncle Remus said.
"Always do," I called, as we began to walk down the street. The Weasley's didn't live too far from where we lived, so it only took about five minutes to walk there. Gabe and I didn't bother to knock when we got there, we never really did. We were at the Weasley's a lot during the summer, and we even went there during Christmas sometimes. I can't even tell you how many famous, comfortable, hand-knit, Weasley sweaters I've accumulated over the years that I've known them, and we've known them for a long time. Since before we even started going to Hogwarts.
"Hello?" I shouted happily when we walked into the Weasley's house.
"Ah, it's our favorite other set of twins," Fred said, looking over the railing of the stairs.
"Other than ourselves of course," George added, looking over at us as well.
"Yeah, yeah, get ready! Now!" I shouted.
"Yes mum," George said, rolling his eyes, and the identical boys went to their room.
"Oh! Tori, Gabe you're here," Molly said, coming out of the kitchen, and hugging the two of us. "Have you already eaten?" she asked.
"Yep," I answered for us.
"Good, good," she said, bustling back to the kitchen.
"Oi you two, when did you get here?" I heard from the stairs. I looked up to see Bill standing there, half asleep.
"Just now. Why?" Gabe answered. Bill shrugged, and threw an arm around my shoulders, smiling at me sleepily. I raised an eyebrow.
"What's your deal?" I asked.
"Your boyfriend's here," he said, and Gabe glared at him.
"I don't have a boyfriend," I said, shooting a glare at Gabe. There's no need to go into protective brother mode.
"Well, whatever you say. Harry's upstairs though," he said, and there was a knock at the door. Bill went to answer, and I smiled largely when I saw Hermione on the other side. She smiled back and I tackled her in a hug.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Ron wrote to me. Mr. Weasley got an extra ticket to the Quidditch game."
"It's not just any Quidditch game Hermione-," I started to protest, and she held up a hand.
"I know, I know. The World Cup. Where's Harry and Ron?" she asked.
"Still upstairs in bed," Bill answered. Hermione grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs to Ron's room. We went inside and found them both still asleep, and I smirked.
"WAKE UP!" I shouted as loud as I could. I frowned when they didn't even stir, and I glared at their unconscious forms. I heard Harry groaning in his sleep, and he was sweating a lot. I shared a concerned glance with Hermione and she walked over and started shaking him.
"Harry? Harry?" she called to him, and he jumped awake.
"You alright?" I asked.
"Bad dream. When did you two get here?" he asked.
"Just now, you?" Hermione asked.
"Last night," he responded, putting his glasses on, while Hermione went to Ron's bed, and started shaking him.
"Ron! Wake up!" she said, shaking him a bit. He wasn't cooperating, so I went into his sock drawer, pulled out a pair of clean maroon socks, balled them up, and threw them at him. I mentally gave my self a pat on the back when I hit him in the face, and Harry laughed loudly. Ron jolted awake, and saw Hermione standing over him.
"Bloody hell," he said, pulling the blanket up over his chest. I don't know what his problem is. He has a shirt on. And he takes his shirt off around me all the time.
"Honestly, get dressed, and don't go back to sleep," Hermione ordered. "Come on Ron! Your mother says breakfast is ready!" Hermione said, knowing that Ron always gets up for food. She rolled her eyes and left the room, and I laughed when Ron laid back down with his eyes closed.
"You know, your mother's going to be the one who comes up here next," I said, leaving the room. I poked my head back in, and both boy's heads shot back up. "And she won't be so nice. Better get up," I said with a smile, and went downstairs.
"Are those boys up yet?" Molly asked me.
"Uh, they're getting there."
A lazy thirty minutes later, we were on our way to… well, wherever Arthur had us going.
"Where are we going exactly?" Harry asked.
"Don't know. Hey dad! Where are we going?" Ron shouted.
"Haven't the foggiest, keep up!" he shouted back.
Well that was comforting. We walked up to an older looking man, with a very good looking boy behind him. I smirked a bit at Ginny who was gawking at him.
"Arthur! It's about time!" the man said.
"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start. This is Amos Diggory everyone, works with me at the ministry," he introduced. Diggory. Ah, so the yummy one is Cedric Diggory. Good to know for future reference. "And this strapping young man must be Cedric, am I right?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, sir," he said. Oh man…his voice.
"He's a seventh year Tori, don't even think of it," Hermione whispered to me. I raised an eyebrow at her. I looked back at Cedric, and saw him looking at me. When he realized he was caught, he smirked at me. I smirked right back at him, and looked at Hermione.
"Challenge accepted," I said, and she laughed.
"Merlin's beard, you're Harry Potter," Mr. Diggory said, staring at Harry, who looked annoyed. He quickly dropped his annoyed face when Mr. Diggory started talking to him.
"Yes sir," he said, sounding like he was forcing his politeness.
"Great, great pleasure," he said.
"Pleasure to meet you too, sir," he said, and when Mr. Diggory turned around, he glared at Cedric. I raised an eyebrow at him and caught his eye, sending him a questioning look. He merely shook his head and shrugged it off. I furrowed my eyebrows, and looked at Hermione who was fighting a smile.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said.
"Alright then," I said, unsure.
"That's it! Just over there!" Arthur said, pointing to an older looking boot. Ah, so we're taking a portkey! This should be fun. I looked at Gabe, and he paled. I know he wasn't too fond of the idea of portkeys.
"Shall we? We don't want to be late," Mr. Diggory said.
"Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?" I heard Harry ask, as Gabe and I knelt down by the boot.
"That isn't just any manky old boot, mate," one of the twins said.
"It's a portkey," the other finished, with Fred kneeling beside me, and winking at me. I rolled my eyes, and smiled at him. I grabbed onto a part of the boot along with everyone else.
"One… two…," Mr. Diggory counted.
"Harry!" Arthur shouted, and Harry quickly put his hand on the boot.
"Three!" he finished and we were off.
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A/N: So there was chapter one, of the second part of my Tori and Gabe series! I hope you liked it. I'll admit, it wasn't my best work, but it's the first chapter. That, for me, is always the hardest to write. But, review regardless?
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