Based on the book and movie series
Hermione was the first to wake up the next morning, her back aching as she sat up in her sleeping bag, staying quiet as not to wake up the other ten people around her still snoozing away. Mr. Weasley was slumped against the wall, having stayed up most of the night to assure nothing else happened and that the kids were safe.
Hermione was happy to be reunited with the Weasley's and Harry last night, even though it took equally as long to find their makeshift camp as it did just to get out of the woods. The young Gryffindor was attacked by four of the seven Weasley children, and Harry, who bombarded her with questions before she could even catch a breath.
Cedric was the awkward third wheel for a while, and Hermione felt bad for him until the others eventually warmed up to him before they were sent off to bed.
Thousands of other tents surrounded theirs, filled with shaken families who managed to escape the attack unharmed. The Ministry provided the tents, Mr. Weasley had explained to Hermione and Cedric on the way to their temporary home. Hermione watched as parents with small children carried them into tents, some of them crying so hysterically that even Hermione began to get teary eyed at the sight.
She is very eager to get back to The Burrow, that's for sure.
Hermione slunk back down into her sleeping bag, closing her eyes and before she knew it she was being shaken awake by Ginny who gave her a sleepy smile. They crawled out of their beds and slipped on whatever shoes they managed to run off in, nobody saying a word.
"The Ministry has the Portkeys waiting for us, we best not keep them waiting," Mr. Weasley explained has he ushered everybody out of the tent. Hermione trailed after Harry, looking at their surroundings to see quite a bit of the tents were already gone. The sun was just barely peeking out over the hills ahead, and people were so scared they went home before the sun even came up.
How tragic
"Percy has been driving me barking mad!" Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione as they followed his father towards their Portkey home. "Honestly, he thinks Barty Crouch is some sort of God! It's sickening!"
"That Barty doesn't seem very friendly, he was about to put Cedric and I into Azkaban last night!" Hermione frowned, before launching into part of the story that Mr. Weasley asked them to avoid when they were reunited with the others. "Twenty different spells came at us at once, we probably would have died from being stunned so many times if we hadn't ducked to avoid them!"
"We saw the Mark from our tent," Harry said solemnly. "Everyone around us screamed and ran into their tents, we didn't know what to do,"
"Yeah! And dad was still out looking for you, Bill and Charlie were even scared off, they made us sit inside while they stood guard at the door," Ron chimed in again, before he pointed to the older Hufflepuff walking ahead of them. "Do you reckon his dad is alright?"
"I'm sure Mr. Diggory is fine, he went off with Mr. Crouch and the others last night," Hermione shrugged, a frown on her face as she stared at Cedric's back. "Excuse me for a moment!" she mumbled to them, before jogging ahead to walk next to Cedric who looked down at her in mild surprise.
"Mornin', Hermione," he smiled.
"Good morning, Cedric. Did you sleep well?"
"As well as one could, I suppose," he shrugged, running a hand through his already ruffled hair. "I was sure the twins were going to hex me in my sleep, I don't quite think they have forgiven me for beating them in Quidditch last year."
Hermione laughed at that. She knew for a fact that Fred and George were still bitter about losing the match against Hufflepuff, and they were quite the pair of jokers themselves, but nobody was in a joking mood when they settled into bed.
"They'll get over it eventually, I suspect they'll give you quite a challenge this coming season," she smiled at him. They chuckled quietly to each other, before it fell silent. Mr. Weasley turned to all of the kids and had them walk in front of him.
"Wait in line, I must talk to Basil to get us to Stoatshead Hill as soon as possible,"
"I'll help you, father," said Percy, rushing ahead of everybody else to walk along with Arthur. Fred and George laughed to themselves and mocked Percy's words, making the others laugh.
"I always figured that Percy would be the most pompous, but to actually be proven right is something else," said Fred, giving George a fist-bump when his twin agreed.
"The git is better off just living at the Ministry, he only brings it up whenever he can," George agreed.
"Oh! Barty Crouch shook my hand today! I could have fainted!" mocked George.
"Mr. Crouch just sharted in the bathroom! It smells like daisies!" mocked Fred, causing the entire bunch to yell in both disgust and amusement. Cedric shuffled awkwardly next to Hermione, even chuckling a little himself at their antics. The laughter soon stopped, however at the arrival of Percy and Mr. Weasley.
"We have secured our spot, we should be home very, very shortly," Percy announced before his father could, puffing out his chest. Everybody rolled their eyes with the exception of Cedric who didn't know Percy like the others did.
"I am worried about Molly," Arthur sighed, "All of you better assure her you're alright when we get back! No funny business, please," he implored, giving the twins a death stare, especially. "Let's go to our spot, we will be getting an old tire, I believe."
After some time of waiting, they were directed to a tire, just as Mr. Weasley had suggested. They all gathered around it, placing a hand or a few fingers on the Portkey wherever there was room. In a matter of seconds Hermione felt the familiar hook around her navel, and then they were airborne.
