Chapter 2: Harry Potter
Harry Potter was seemingly a normal boy. Seemingly. However, to a small, relatively unknown community, Harry Potter was a hero. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, and Harry Potter the wizard. Looking at this boy would not have turned up anything very unusual. Nothing except for the odd scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. It was this scar that Harry clutched in pain after wakening from his nightmare.
It was the middle of summer, Harry's least favorite time of year. He had to endure months away from all of his friends and everything magical. Long days of inactivity, boredom, and the occasional bully (Dudley Dursley, Harry's massively overweight cousin) could never compare to the magic of the Wizarding World and Hogwarts. Anything strange or in any way magical was almost a blessing. So, Harry tried to remember his dream before writing a letter to his godfather, the wanted escapee Sirius Black.
Harry went downstairs to the kitchen for what passed as breakfast at the Dursley's due to a newly enforced diet, where he received an unexpected surprise.
This surprise came in the form of a letter with an unusual number of postage stamps. This letter was from Harry's friend Ron's mother asking if Harry could go to the Quidditch World Cup with them. After snarky comments, vague threats, and a quick owl message to his friends, it was agreed that Ron's family, the Weasleys, would come and retrieve Harry and bring him back to the Burrow where they would stay until the World Cup began.
The day of the Cup began early. The youngest Weasley, Ginny, asked why.
"We have a bit of a hike. Not to the World Cup!" Mr. Weasley said, seeing Harry about to protest. "That's much too far away to walk. No, we will be-"
"George!" interrupted Mrs. Weasley. "What do you have in your pockets?"
"Nothing, Mum, it's -" George began.
"Don't you dare lie to me, young man!" She then proceeded to Summon a ridiculous amount of Ton-Tongue Toffees that the twins, Fred and George, had slipped to Harry's cousin Dudley.
The group left quickly after that to escape the wrath of Mrs. Weasley.
"So how exactly are we getting to the World Cup?" Harry asked.
"Well," replied Mr. Weasley. "We will be taking a Portkey. An object that, when you touch it, can transport you to a desired location."
"And what kind of things can Portkeys be?"
"Well, they can be any sort of object, but... Oh here we are!" The group of Weasleys (plus Harry and Hermione) had arrived at the top of a hill.
"Good. We have 10 minutes." said Mr. Weasley, checking his watch.
"Is there anyone else taking this Portkey?" asked Hermione.
"To my knowledge, only Amos Diggory and his son, Cedric..." He was interrupted by a shout from down the hill.
"Arthur! Glad you made it!"
"Amos! It's good to see you. Have you found the Portkey?"
Harry turned around to see a middle aged wizard with a beard along with a younger boy who looked vaguely familiar. Cedric?
"No. I haven't see it. We had better hurry and find it or we will miss it!" Amos Diggory said with a worried look. The group searched frantically over the hilltop. Several minutes passed until they heard a very unfamiliar voice call out.
"Were you all looking for this Portkey? The one to the Quidditch World Cup?"
...
Everyone stopped and turned to face the newcomer. He looked young—student aged—with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that reminded Harry of Dumbledore. He wore perfect Muggle attire, unlike most wizards trying to blend in, but still looked out of place. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Do you recognize this bloke?" Ron muttered to Harry. "He looks like he should be at Hogwarts, but I've never seen him before."
"Nope. I have absolutely no idea."
The boy looked uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny of everyone there. He was holding an extremely old moldy boot.
"Er, well, you might want to grab onto the boot. It's going to leave any second." the strange boy said.
Everyone else started and raced towards the boot. They were just in time, too, for no sooner had they touched the boot than Harry felt a weird tugging behind his naval and they were jerked away to their destination.
They were thrown unceremoniously on the ground, except for the newcomer who miraculously landed gracefully on his feet. The boy walked over and began helping the rest of them up.
"Who the bloody he** are you?" asked Ron, unable to contain it. "How come we've never seen you before? Shouldn't you be at Hogwarts?" The boy looked around to see Ron's curiosity mirrored on everyone's face. He shifted around for a few seconds as if deliberating before responding.
"My name is Milo Emerson."
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A/N I changed some (okay, most) of the dialogue here so it's not exactly from the Goblet of Fire. Just a heads up.
Also, to Doctor Frostybuscus, I'm not sure yet whether there will be romance. I'm really not that far along yet, but I will certainly take that into consideration.