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Chapter 2

I yawned and stopped paying attention to what we were doing, so I tripped. Cedric immediately caught me. I blushed and thanked him, while Mr. Diggory smiled at us and continued walking.

"You two, hurry up. The portkey leaves at seven past five. It's twenty minutes to five," Mr. Diggory said.

"Yes Dad," Cedric said.

We got to the hill five minutes before five. I sat down next to a tree and Cedric stood above me.

"So…Charley you hear from Neville?" Cedric asked a little smirk on his lips.

I looked at him and I started blushing. Cedric started laughing at me. I stood up and pushed him and then he grabbed me around the waist and spun me around. I giggled as he spun me around. He finally stopped and let me sit on the ground. I could see Mr. Diggory smiling at us.

Mr. Diggory saw other people near us, so he called them over, knowing who they were. He was holding an old boot, the portkey.

"Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it!"

"Amos!" The man said. I recognized him as Mr. Wesley. He was smiling, as he strode over to Mr. Diggory. The others had followed him.

Ginny walked over to me and hugged me. I haven't seen her since the end of last year. We've written of course, though. I smiled at Ron, Hermione, and Harry too.

Mr. Wesley shook hands with Mr. Diggory.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone," said Mr. Wesley to the others. "He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric? And I know that you know Charlotte."

"Hi," said Cedric, looking around at them all.

Everybody said hi back to him, except Fred and George, who merely nodded. I knew that they didn't forgive Cedric for beating them last year.

"Long walk, Arthur?" Mr. Diggory asked.

"Not too bad," said Mr. Wesley. "We live just on the other side of the village there. You?"

"Had to get up at two, didn't we, you two? I tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Apparation test. Still…not complaining…Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons—and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy…" Mr. Diggory peered good-naturedly around at the three Wesley boys, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny. "All these yours, Arthur?"

"Oh no, only the redheads," said Mr. Wesley, pointing out his children. "This is Hermione, friend of Ron's—and Harry, another friend—"

"Merlin's beard," said Mr. Diggory, his eyes widening. "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Er—yeah," said Harry.

"Ced's talked about you, of course," said Mr. Diggory. "Told us about playing against you last year…I said to him, I said—Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will…You beat Harry Potter!"

Harry remained silent, while Fred and George scowled. I felt bad for Cedric. I could see the embarrassment on his face.

"Harry fell off his broom, Dad," he muttered. "I told you…it was an accident…"

"Yes, but you didn't fall off , did you?" Roared Mr. Diggory genially, slapping his son on his back. "Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman…but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier!"

"Must be nearly time," Mr. Wesley said quickly, pulling out his watch again. "Do you know whether we're waiting for any more Amos?"

"No, the Lovegoods have been there for a week already and the Fawcett's couldn't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory. "There aren't any more of us in this area, are there?"

"Not that I know of," said Mr. Wesley. "Yes, it's a minute off…We'd better get ready…"

He looked around at Harry and Hermione.

"You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, a finger will do—"

With difficulty, owing to their bulky backpacks, the ten of them crowded around the old boot held out by Mr. Diggory.

They all stood there, in a tight circle, as a chill breeze swept over the hilltop. Nobody spoke.

"Three…" muttered Mr. Wesley, one eye on his watch, "two…one…"

It happened immediately: I felt as though a hook just behind my navel had been suddenly jerked irresistibly forward. My feet left the ground; I could feel Cedric and Hermione on either side of me, shoulders banging into mine; We were all speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling color; my forefinger stuck to the boot as though it was pulling him magnetically onward and then—

My feet hit the ground and I nearly fell, but Cedric pulled me up not thinking at all.

We had arrived on what appeared to be a deserted stretch of misty moor. In front of us was a pair of old grumpy-looking wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill. Both were dressed as Muggles, though very inexpertly the man with the watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-length galoshes' his colleague, a kilt and a poncho.

"Morning, Basil," said Mr. Wesley, picking up the boot and handing it to the kilted wizard, who threw it into a large box of used portkeys beside him; Harry could see an old newspaper, an empty drinks can, and a punctured football.

"Hello there, Arthur," said Basil wearily. "Not on duty, eh? It's all right for some…We've been here all night…You'd better get out of the way we've got a big party coming in from the black Forest at five-fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite…Wesley…Wesley…" he consulted his parchment list. "About a quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site Manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory…second field…ask for Mr. Payne."

"Bye," I said to Ginny.

"See you soon!" Ginny exclaimed. "Luna's here right?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Want to meet later?"

"Okay," Ginny said. Her dad called her."I've got to go."

"Okay," I replied. "I'll see you later. Tell Luna!"

"Bye!"

We started walking towards the second field. Cedric and I were walking behind his dad. We waved at people we recognized. I skipped around, making Cedric laugh. I'm glad that my dad let me come, even though we barely have the money to afford tickets. I think Uncle Sirius had something to do with this.

"My feet hurt," I told Cedric.

"Dad how much longer until we're there?"

"Five more minutes," Mr. Diggory said.

"Can you last five more minutes?" Cedric asked.

"Possibly," I said.

"You're impossible," Cedric told me good-naturedly.

"And you're a...a…" I tried to think of a word that Cedric was, but I couldn't. "meanie head."

"Oh, good word," Cedric teased.

"Thank you," I said smiling. "I do try."

"Well you don't succeed," Cedric said. I hit him. "Just joking!"

"You better be," I said.

"We're here," Mr. Diggory said.

The tent was plain looking on the outside; I knew that the tent was a lot bigger inside. Cedric opened the tent flap for me to walk in, and I did. The Cedric walked in and Mr. Diggory joined us a few minutes later. Mr. Diggory pointed out my room and then Cedric's. I walked into the room. It wasn't that big, but it was nice. It had a bed and a dresser and that was about it. Oh, it also had a night stand. Somebody knocked on the door and I said 'come in'. Cedric came in and sat down at the foot of my bed.

"Want to go look around?"

"Okay," I replied.

Cedric stood up and we walked out of my room and into the main room. Mr. Diggory left to go work for the Ministry for a little while. He gave Cedric our tickets incase his work lasted longer than he thought, and we had to go to the actual stadium without him.

"Is Sean here?" I Asked.

"Yeah," Cedric said. "I think he's in the first field, want to go see?"

"Okay," I said.

We walked the twenty minute walk back to field one, where Ginny is staying. Luna is staying somewhere even farther because she had to get here a week ago. I feel bad for her, having to get here a week before everybody else. That must be so boring! I get bored when Cedric's studying and I have no homework to do, so I have nobody to talk to. I can't imagine having to get to the Quidditch World Cup a week earlier.

While we were looking for Sean, I saw that Cedric's eyes had a look in them. I looked towards what he was staring at, and I groaned. Cho Chang. Cedric's had a crush on her since the end of last year. It's seriously irritating. She's a Ravenclaw, and really smart and I don't really like her.

"Go say hi to her," I sighed. Cedric looked at me.

"Are you sure?"

"Just go!" I exclaimed. "I'll wait for you here."

"Okay," He said. "You're the best Charley!"

"I know!"

Cedric walked over to Cho and started talking to her. She was smiling and giggling and I felt like throwing up. I hate seeing Cedric flirt with girls. It's annoying and then he always ends up complaining when the girl becomes too clingy or something equally stupid. But whatever. Cedric smiled at her and must have said goodbye because he walked over to me and was smiling like an idiot.

"You look like an idiot," I told him.

"You look like this every time you see Neville," He told me. My cheeks turned red.

"I do not!"

"Do too!" Cedric exclaimed. "Just admit that you like him!"

"We're friends! Do you not understand that word?" I asked.

"Oh, you're going to get it," Cedric exclaimed.

I started running away from him, laughing while he chased me. I dodged through people, almost bumping into a few of them. I apologized as Cedric started to catch up to me.

Five minutes later, Cedric and I were sitting together under a tree. I had my head on his chest and he had his arms around me. I felt safe and comfortable with him. I always feel safe when I'm with him. I closed my eyes and relaxed in his arms.

AN: Thanks to everybody who put an alert on this story! I would really like if you reviewed and told me what you liked or what you didn't like or what you'd like me to change. I'll defiantly consider any critism you have. A lot of this chapter is directly from the book, so I definitely don't own that part. I hope you liked this chapter. I really would like you to review!