Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter…yadda yadda…the only thing mine is Christianna…blah blah blah…
AN: This is a revised first chapter of my first Harry Potter fan fiction. I began writing it after I saw the movie opening day. I fell in love with Cedric, who is the love interest in this particular story. Read, review, and enjoy!
The day dawned cool and crisp. Any Muggle looking out would suspect that there was nothing unusual to the day. However, all over Britain, hundreds of witches and wizards were making their ways, heavily backpacked and incognito, to specifically selected Portkey points. Portkeys, for those of you who are not educated in the ways of magic, are objects that magically transport a person from one place to another. On this special day, the Portkeys are transports to the Quidditch World Cup, Ireland vs. Bulgaria.
Our story begins with a young girl by the name of Christianna Greenwood in her sixth year at Hogwarts. A head of shiny brunette hair, eyes of warm brown that twinkle with a mischievous grin, full lips that easily smile, and a body of soft curves with plenty to love, she is a girl of tender-heart, intelligence, passion, and a great understanding of the world she lives in. By looking at her, you wouldn't think much. All you would see was a shy, quiet girl, but by listening to her and her many stories, you find that there is much more than meets the eye.
Reaching the foot of the hill, she looked up, made a determined face, and began to climb. Careful to not step into the many rabbit holes and or slip on the tufts of grass, she kept a steady pace, a result of years of swimming and strong legs. She reached the top, red-cheeked and out of breath.
Her friends were all ready at the top, engaged in locating the whereabouts of the Portkey. They all looked up and waved when she arrived. The Weasley's were a family of 9; poor and possibly the most pleasant people, you couldn't wish to meet another friendlier family. Arthur and Molly, the parents; Bill, Charlie, and Percy had all graduated; Fred and George, the twins; and Ron and Ginny. They all wore shabby clothes and were noticeable by their flaming red hair. Hermione Granger and Harry Potter accompanied the Weasleys. Hermione was an extremely bright young witch in her fourth year at Hogwarts, and a good friend of Christianna's. Harry Potter was another fourth year, had a head of unruly black hair and bright green eyes. On his forehead he bore a lightning bolt shaped scar, which he received from the Dark Lord Voldemort himself, after surviving the Killing Curse.
Also on the hill were the Diggorys, Cedric, and his father, Amos. Cedric was an extremely handsome boy of 17 in his sixth year, with crazy light brown hair that suck out every which-way, and eyes of clear gray, the color of the sea after a storm. He was also seeker and captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team. Christianna and Cedric had been Care of Magical Creatures partners. Together, they learned about all manners of creatures, from flobberworms to hippogriffs, nifflers to unicorns. They had shared many laughs and many library hours together, and had become close friends as a result.
"Good morning, Chrissy!" yelled Fred and George Weasley together. They were sixth year twins, and Christianna's best friends, who did practically everything together. They had a knack for mischief and were always scheming up some plot. She waved at all of them in turn. Cedric flashed one of his breathtaking smiles, which Christianna returned graciously.
"Hello Chrissy, how are you today?" he asked, walking over to her.
"Why the bloody hell are you so chipper this morning? It is too early for this…" she grumbled.
"It may be early, but you always look adorable when you're tired," he said, tweaking her nose.
"Well, I suppose that helps," she said, smiling.
"Don't you remember that week when we had to get up at the crack of dawn in order to catch those faeries?" he asked, smiling widely.
"How can I forget? Getting up at 4:30 in the morning for a week is something that you remember for a while…" she said through a yawn. Cedric just laughed.
"Over here, everyone, I found it!" shouted Amos Diggory. Together, everyone huddled around a ratty old boot, touching whatever part of the molding leather object that was nearest to them, which given the circumstances was difficult, seeing how everyone was wearing a large backpack. Now, any Muggle out for an early morning stroll would think it odd that a group of 10 people, two of which were adults, were circled around an old boot.
"Three, two, one…" counted Arthur Weasley.
Immediately, Christianna was pulled up into the air, as if some invisible hook had been placed behind her navel and yanked. With a roaring of wind and a swirl of colors, the group soared through the air, banging into each other in the process. The ground came out of nowhere, and everyone landed with a thud. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric all gently floated down, a result of traveling by Portkey before. Cedric walked over to Christianna and held out a hand. She gladly took it, and was pulled to her feet in one fluid motion. She found herself looking up into his gentle eyes, which stared intently down at her. She looked away to hide her blush.
Wiping off dust and dirt, the group trekked up another hill, to meet a sight beyond anyone's wildest dreams. Christianna's jaw dropped as she gazed out on the field before her. Thousands of tents stretched out to the horizon, supporting an array of colors. In the distance, a large stadium could be seen looming over the camping grounds.
"Welcome to the World Cup," whispered Cedric into Christianna's ear. The vibrations made her giggle. She nudged him in the ribs.
"Don't make me laugh. I haven't had my coffee yet, so I cannot be held responsible for my actions," she teased.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot. Before you've had your coffee, you are an incredibly disagreeable person," he teased back.
"Oh, yes, the worst kind. You have been warned. Do not forget, otherwise I shall have to hurt you," she said through a laugh.
"I shall remember then…" he began, before his father cut him off.
"Cedric, come on, our tent is this way!" Mr. Diggory said. Cedric turned towards Chris.
"I'll save you a seat, yeah?" he asked her. Chris's heart did a little flip seeing the hopeful look on his face.
"I wouldn't dream of it otherwise," she replied. He smiled, her heart did another leap, and he left, following his dad.
What is wrong with me? Cedric is an old friend. It must be the excitement for the match that has me going…
"Chris, are you coming?" Hermione asked. Christianna came out of her trance.
"Oh yes, sorry. Haven't had my coffee yet, what do you expect?"
"Cedric is looking rather handsome today, isn't he, Chris?" Hermione teased.
"I have no idea what you are referring to, Hermione," she said sarcastically. "Come on, the tent is this way," she nodded. They both laughed, and followed the Weasleys.
Christianna and the others stood in front of an incredibly small tent, and she wondered how on earth all 8 of them would fit into such a small compartment. Arthur, Fred, George, Ginny, and Ron all walked in, as if nothing was wrong. Hesitantly, Hermione, Harry, and Christianna entered, only to find themselves in what looked like an average London flat. Christianna gazed around, eyes wide in awe.
"I love magic," said Chris and Harry together. They both laughed, sharing an inside joke. Both Harry and Chris grew up as Muggles, or non-magic folk, not knowing that there was magic in the family, or that they themselves were wizards.
Harry's parents were killed by Lord Voldemort, and he was sent to live with his horrid Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and cousin Dudley, who curiously resembled the size of a baby whale. Only on his 11th birthday did Harry come to learn of his magic bloodline.
Christianna also grew up as a Muggle, having Muggle parents. On her 11th birthday, her letter came by owl-post. She was astounded to think that she was magical. Her grandmother, however, told her otherwise. Her grandmother Rose was herself a witch, but when she fell in love with Christianna's grandfather, she renounced her powers and turned in her wand, wanting to live a normal life.
A loud boom echoed over the grounds, causing everyone to fall silent and look towards the stadium.
"Alright children, time to go. The Quidditch World Cup is starting!" said Mr. Weasley. Chris looked around in sheer excitement. They all grabbed their bags of gold, and joined the herd heading towards the stadium.
The stairs were endless. They had been climbing for ages, and they were only halfway there.
"Who let you lot in?" sneered a cold voice. Christianna spun around, coming face to face with none other than Draco Malfoy. With white-blond hair that was constantly sleeked back, and eyes of cold blue, he was a cold-hearted, arrogant, venom-dripping snake. His father was worse, in every way imaginable.
"Oh, did the zoo close early tonight?" replied Christianna, in an equally distasteful voice. Draco's eyes fell upon Chrisianna, and grew wide.
"Well, well, well, Ms. Greenwood. You certainly have grown up this summer, haven't you?" Draco's eyes bore into Christianna, studying her up and down, resting on certain areas more than others.
"Leave her be, Malfoy!" said a deep voice from behind. Malfoy looked up with dark flames in his eyes.
"You best learn to keep your nose out of other people's business, Diggory." Christianna glanced over her shoulder, to see Cedric seething with anger.
"Leave her be…" he repeated. Draco took one last lustful glance at Christianna, then went to follow his father.
"Thank-you…" she whispered, her face pale.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"I'm fine. My skin is still crawling, and I feel sick, but I'm fine," she said, smiling weakly.
"Come on. Quidditch is the ultimate cure for any ailment," he teased. He squeezed her shoulders, and smiling, she followed her friends to their seats.
Lights, colors, zipping brooms, fireworks, screams, and amazing feats filled the night. Christianna's eyes were wide in awe and excitement. All the while, she could see Cedric looking at her out of the corner of her eye, obviously seeing is she was enjoying herself.
"Cedric certainly has been pleasant tonight, eh?" whispered Hermione in Christianna's ear. She could not help but smile.
"We've always been good friends," she replied.
"Looks like he wants to be more than just a friend…" said Hermione back, eyebrows raised.
"You think so?" asked Christianna, her heart suddenly racing. Hermione just nodded, then winked, making Christianna laugh. Finally, the match ended, with Ireland winning, but Bulgaria catching the snitch.
"There's no one like Krum. He's like a bird the way he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete, he's an artist," croaked Ron, speaking of Viktor Krum, Bulgaria's young seeker.
"Think you're in love Ron?" teased Ginny.
"Viktor I love…Viktor I do!" chorused the twins.
"When we're apart my heart beats only for you," the boys sang, as Harry joined in.
"Did you have fun?" inquired Cedric. Christianna shook her head, smiling.
"That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my life…to bad I'm hopelessly horrid on a broom," she said with slight regret. He chuckled. Together, they walked with their group until the path split.
"Well, I guess this is good-night," Cedric said, looking down at Christianna with a grin on his face.
"I guess it is. Good-night, Ced," she said through a yawn.
"Good night, Chrissy," he said, half-whispering, before leaning down and giving her a light kiss on the cheek. She looked up, surprised.
"And what was that for?"
"For just being you…" he said, smiling. "And for helping me pass Care of Magical Creatures last year."
"Well, in that case, I'll help you pass a class any day…" she said, blushing brightly. They both laughed, then went their separate ways.
R&R please…thanks!
