Potter Couple and the Goblet of Fire

Chapter 1: The Quidditch World Cup

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, woke up with his scar hurting at the Burrow. He, Hallie and Annie arrived the day before and he slept horribly. The reason his scar was hurting was because he was having a dream about Lord Voldemort, the man who killed his parents thirteen years ago. The dream wasn't too harsh, but it was very vivid. He watched a man walk up the steps in a mansion to find a few people sitting in the drawing room. "We could do it without the boy," said Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail.

"No! We must do it exactly as I say!" said Voldemort angrily. The man watched more. A snake slithered past the man and into the room. "Nagini tells me that the Muggle caretaker is standing outside the door! Wormtail, move out of the way so I can give our guest a proper greeting." The man stared as the chair turned to face him and Voldemort yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry awoke with a start as Hallie shook him. "What?" he asked bolting upright. "Honey, what's going on?"

"Aunt Molly said breakfast's ready and to come down so we can leave." Hallie said throwing him his clothes. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs." Harry watched as she left and he got dressed. Ron was still sleeping. "Ron, get up!" Ron jumped and got dressed hurriedly.

A while later, everyone except Mrs. Weasley was hiking toward a hill. Hallie held Harry's hand excitedly, her bracelet shimmering in the rising sun's light. Ron asked where they were going, which Mr. Weasley had no clue at the moment. As they grew closer to the hill, Harry saw a man with shoulder-length brown hair standing near a tree. "Arthur! It's about time, son!" he said happily.

"Sorry, Amos, some of us had a sleepy start," said Mr. Weasley smiling as Hallie and Annie let out a giggle. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone. He works with me at the Ministry." A young man then jumped out of the tree, landing next to Mr. Diggory. "And this must be Cedric, am I right?" Cedric nodded and shook his hand.

"Merlin's beard!" said Amos looking at Harry, "You're Harry Potter! A great pleasure to meet you, my boy." Harry shook his hand, and he saw Hallie. "And Mrs. Hallie Potter as well! Wonderful. I must congratulate you on your upcoming second year aniversary." Hallie smiled and shook his hand. "I hope your parents are proud, Hallie. If you were my daughter, I would certainly be proud."

"Thank you, Mr. Diggory," said Hallie happily. "Our parents are very proud of us. Dad was shocked at first when Harry proposed in my first year, but he was very happy, along with Mom, to have Harry in the family." Mr. Diggory winked and they kept going until they reached a tattered boot. "Why is everyone standing around that old boot?"

"It's not just any old boot, cousin," said Fred, "It's a Portkey." Harry, Hallie and Annie all asked what a Portkey was in unison, which they soon found out. "Just touch it with one finger and you'll find out."

"On the count of three!" said Mr. Weasley, and everyone touched the boot. "One! Two! Three!" Harry was last to put his finger on the old boot and was sucked into a whirl of sound and color. He and the others landed hard on the ground while Cedric, Mr. Diggory and Mr. Weasley landed softly. "That'll clear your sinuses, eh?" Mr. Weasley laughed. Hallie and Annie brushed themselves off and helped Harry to his feet. "Come on, let's get to the tent."

"Harry, how are nine of us supposed to fit into one tent?" Hallie whispered nervously as they looked at the exterior of the small tent. "I don't think it'll fit all of us."

"Hallie, you have a point." Harry whispered back. "Let's find out when we get inside." Once they got inside, the couple gasped in awe. The tent was enormous on the inside with a kitchen, bathroom and an assortment of bunk beds. "I love magic!" Hallie agreed and pulled him toward their bed to set up their stuff. Harry pulled out his Sneakoscope so he could sense danger coming, and Hallie set up an alarm clock.

They all headed toward the stadium and got some souveniers before getting their seats. On the way up, Ron asked how high they were. "Put it this way," said Lucius Malfoy with a grin. "If it rains, you'll be the first to know." Hallie glared at him.

"Father and I are in the Minister's Box," Draco Malfoy boasted, "by special invitation from the Minister of Magic himself!"

"Don't boast, Draco," said Lucius. "There's no need with these people." Hallie stuck her tongue out at them and ushered Harry forward, whose hand was now stuck by Lucius's walking stick handle. "Do enjoy yourselves...while you can."

"Harry, what did he mean by that?" asked Annie staring at their backs. Harry shrugged and went up, Hallie following him. "It sounded like a warning or a threat, but I can't tell which just yet."

"Just don't worry about it, Annie. Harry's got things under control." Hallie said assuringly. "If You-Know-Who's behind this, then Harry will know about it, right?" Annie looked a bit nervous about this, but nodded. "Okay then! Enjoy the match, would you? Stop worrying!"

"As Minister for Magic, it is a great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!" Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, said. His voice was magically magnified. "Let the match begin!"

The match ended with Ireland winning with 350 points but Bulgaria catching the Snitch. Harry was very perplexed by the Bulgarian Seeker's Wronski Feint maneuver. Back at their tent, everyone was partying. Ron was talking about Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker, Fred and George were doing an Irish dance, and Ginny was watching everyone smiling. A loud bang caught everyone's attntion and Annie ran out to see what the trouble was. "Everyone stop!" she yelled. "We need to get out of here immediately!"

Everyone ran out of the tent, trying to stay together. Annie, Hallie and Harry were buffeted by the screaming crowd and were soon knocked out. When they awoke, Harry saw the campsite was destroyed. "Hallie, Annie, wake up!" he whispered shaking them gently on the shoulders. Hallie rubbed her eyes and sat up, while Annie stretched. "Look at this place." Both girls gasped and ducked as a man walked by.

The man raised his wand to the sky shouting, "MORSMORDRE!" A large bolt of light shot from the wand's tip and formed a giant skull with a serpent protruding from its mouth in the sky. Harry's scar seared with pain from it.

Ron and Hermione joined them and saw the thing in the sky. Several Aurors appeared and shot Stunning Spells at them.

"Stop!" yelled Mr. Weasley angrily. "That's my family!" The men stopped suddenly.

"These kids are caught at the scene of the crime!" said a man named Bartemius Crouch. Hallie did not like him at all, and Harry understood why. He asked what crime they commited. "That mark!"

"Harry, it's the Dark Mark. It's his mark!" Hermione whispered. Harry said the name, which made everyone in the vicinity wince.

"There was a man!" Harry said suddenly. "Over there!" Hallie nodded, and Mr. Crouch and his men went off toward where Harry pointed. Mr. Weasley asked who the man was. "We don't know. We never saw his face."