Thanks for the reviews...though there weren't very many...they made me smile. Just in case some of you out there haven't realized that I'm not J.K. Rowling...though I would think it'd be pretty obvious...I don't own any of the canon charectors...just Cecelia, my friend owns Linsi...and I might have some interesting new charecters for you later on, but they'll be announced.

Again, thanks for reading...R&R please, they make me happy.

I preferred the old sneakers I'd picked up when we'd started to the moldy worn out work boot my father held in his hands like an offering to the gods. I was about to ask him where the Weasley's were, and what was taking them so long, when five ginger heads crowned the top of the hill, and I had my answer.

Mr. Weasley was at the front of the group; askew horn rimmed glasses and all. He was soon followed by the wrestling twins, Fred and George, Ron, the twins younger brother, Ginny, the Weasley's youngest child and only daughter, Harry Potter (Yes yes the Harry Potter), Hermione Granger, and Harry's younger sister Linsi. Cedric noticed the groups' arrival and put his hand on the small of my back to usher me forward in his never ending attempt to impress. He was annoying, but I had to love his spirit; it certainly helped him make friends.

My father and Mr. Weasley vigorously shook hands and started into some in depth conversation about the innermost workings of the Ministry; to everyone that doesn't understand my mum's collection of code words, they discussed their newest additions to their ever growing plug collections with alarming enthusiasm.

Slipping away from Cedric who was talking with Ginny and Hermione, I jerked my head to the side and the twins joined me a few feet away from the general group. Linsi followed to my delight, and pleasure.

"Hello boys." I laughed and kissed both of them on the cheeks, to which George's ears turned carnation pink, and Fred simply smiled.

"I see you've got your Bulgarian pride on eh?" Fred asked and George twirled me around with his finger to examine my outfit. I shrugged as Linsi hugged me and said into her slightly unkempt red hair, "Well you know, you've gotta do something."

"How was your summer?" Linsi asked and dodged the poke to the stomach Fred had tried to give her. I smiled at their undying energy, never in my fourteen years on this earth had I met anybody that had even a fraction of the energy that Linsi and the twins did. They were a never ending supply of entertainment, and they never ceased to prove that point.

"Fine, except I missed you lot something terrible." I answered with a small smile in their direction. As everyone who had encountered the Weasley twins since the end of my third year knew, they were trying to get a joke shop up and running. Linsi and I had been helping them come up with ideas, not that it was needed. Those boys had some plans and products that would have put Zonko's to shame, but it never hurt to put a little Ravenclaw genius into them.

"How are things…er…going?"

Fred and George exchanged an amused smile with Linsi and promptly plopped down on the grass to recount their tales.

"Things are great," Fred answered.

"Slipped their fat lug of a cousin a Ton Tongue Toffee before we left didn't we." George said to a grinning Linsi with a less than remorseful look on his face. Linsi nodded with a small chuckle.

"I'll never forget the look on his face." She said and rolled her eyes as Fred and George proceeded to act out the scene.

With a concerned glance at his sons, Mr. Weasley pulled a warped gold pocket watch out of the breast of his jacket.

"Must be nearly time," he said quickly. "Do you know whether we're waiting for any more, Amos?"

Fred stuck out a hand which I gratefully accepted and he pulled me to my feet.

"No, the Lovegoods have been there for a week already, and the Fawcett's couldn't get tickets," My father answered with a thoughtful glance in the direction of the hills adjacent to Ottery St. Catchpole. "There aren't any more of us in this area are there?"

At the sound of 'Lovegood' Linsi and I exchanged a glance. Our lovely Luna was going to be at the match, and she would definitely be an entertaining one to hang out with. She and Linsi, were both third year Ravenclaws and thus shared a dorm room, so Linsi usually got more time with our favorite psychopath, but we were together enough for me to know the mating call of the both Wrackspurts and Crumple Horned Snorcacks.

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

Mr. Weasley went on to explain how to work the Portkey to Harry, Hermione and Linsi, none of whom had ever used a Portkey; but I caught Fred and George staring daggers at the back of Cedric's head and whacked the nearest one on the back of the head.

"Give it up you prats!" I spat and whacked the other one whom I finally recognized as George…they're hard to tell apart they are; Linsi and I are usually the only ones who can. "It's not Ced's fault that Harry fell of his bloody broom. You lost one game to Hufflepuff, and you're still holding a grudge!"

The twins exchanged a guilty glance and directed their attention towards their father who had just finished his Portkey How-To instructions.

With a little difficulty, no thanks to the bulky backpacks we were carting around, the eleven of us crowded around the manky old boot. I wedged in between Linsi and Fred, and Mr. Weasley started the countdown.

"Three…" he muttered with one horn-rimmed eye on his watch. "Two…" I felt Linsi tense beside me and couldn't help remembering my first time with a portkey. I would've grabbed her hand if I hadn't been so effing tense myself. "One…" Mr. Weasley muttered and I felt the familiar and un-avoidable pull behind my belly button, and a rush of cold air. I was spinning round and round in utter darkness, Fred and Linsi bumping into me on either side. The second my feet hit the ground I got a terrible feeling in the very pit of my stomach. Coming to this match had been a mistake.

"Seven past five from Stoatshead hill," said a familiar voice and I dismissed my pessimistic thoughts by blaming them on my lack of coffee. Everything was going to be fine…