Chapter 2: CAMPING TIME!

After three days at the Burrow, in which Fred and George had to kiss up to Mrs Weasley to get her to stop being mad at them for something that happened on Privet Drive, we all got up at five in the morning to catch a "Portkey" to the Quidditch World Cup.

Mr Weasley, Fred, George, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Hermione and I trudged up a hill and met up with a man that look familiar to me.

"Hello Arthur!" the man said when we reached the top of the hill, shaking hands with Mr Weasley.

"Hello, Amos!" Mr Weasley said, shaking hands with the man. "Kids, meet Amos Diggory. Amos, meet my sons, Ron, Fred and George and my daughter Ginny. And their friends, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Harley Potter."

At that moment someone jumped out of a tree "The Potters?"

It was Cedric Diggory, Seeker for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

"Man," I said to Hermione and Ginny "Diggory's gotten cute!" I said, biting my lip.

"What about Percy?" Hermione asked.

I made a face. "Forget him. He can't even give me an honest answer when I ask him a question."

Flashback.

I had been at the Burrow for a day when Percy's owl, Hermes pecked at the window.

I got up and gave him a pet "Hello. It's been awhile, hasn't it?" I asked.

Hermes hooted and flew into Gwen's empty cage to drink as I opened the letter Percy sent me.

Harley,

I know you're probably still pissed off with me over not giving you an answer at the platform, and you probably hate my guts right now about it. But I only wanted to make you jealous because someone…who I will not name out of respect for m- I mean their wishes has a huge crush on you and wanted you to dump Flint for him. I volunteered to help the guy, he's my best guy friend (apart from Oliver, but he likes Crystal). I just hope you stop hating me.

Percy.

Attached to the note was a red rose.

End of Flashback

Cedric's dad started bragging that Cedric was the one that beat Harry Potter until Cedric became humble.

"Dad, it was a fluke. He fell off his broom and the professors would not allow a rematch." Cedric said calmly, turning to his father.

"Yeah. Slytherin would have won it all had Malfoy not have milked his Hippogriff injury for all it was worth." I said, sneering

The boot that was in the center of the hill started to glow. Harry grabbed my hand and placed it on the boot.

There was a jerk above my belly button and we started spinning out of control. I held my breath and prayed that my breakfast would stay down.

The next thing I knew, I hit the ground and tripped. But, we weren't on the hill anymore.

There was a campground nearby. I sat up and saw a forest.

"Need a hand?" Cedric said to me, holding out his hand.

"Thanks." I said, taking his hand and smiling as he pulled me up.

"Don't mention it. See you at school, Professor." Cedric said, following his father.

"HARLEY!" Harry shouted behind me "Where are you?"

I turned around and saw that Harry was with Mr Weasley at the campground "I'm right here, Harry. I'm coming."

I ran up to Harry and Mr Weasley and helped out with the Muggle money Mr Weasley had to pay the Muggle campground owner and stayed silent as we were lead to our campsite.

Mr Weasley pulled out two sacks and opened them up, revealing two tents, which he set up with two prods of his wand.

"The girls get this tent." Mr Weasley said, pointing to the green tent "The boys get this one." he added, gesturing to the tent he was entering.

Hermione, Ginny and I entered the tent and put our stuff in the surprisingly roomy areas. We actually had bunk beds.

"I get top bunk!" I said, throwing my stuff to the one top bunk.

Mr Weasley walked into the tent and looked at Hermione and I "Girls, will you go with Harry to get water? Ron wants to stay here."

I nodded the same time as Mione "Sure thing, Mr Weasley." we said together, filing out of the tent after Harry, who started to find the water pump.

After walking aimlessly around looking for a water pump, Mione, Harry and I ran into Harry's former Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood, Harry and Hermione's Gryffindor housemate, Seamus Finnigan, and even my friends, She-Cat and Sheila. And I even had a chat with my Friend from first year, Terry-Anne Higgs.

When we got back to the tent, I saw Ron arguing with a Blonde girl while a darker haired older man was talking to Mr Weasley.

It was Crystal …my best friend.

"CRYSTAL!" I shouted, running up to hug her "What's with the argument with Ron?"

Crystal glared at Ron "Captain Krum Lover over here thinks Bulgaria's gonna win the Cup!" Crystal snapped "He knows it's gonna be Ireland. He only wants Bulgaria to win because of Viktor Krum."

I cocked an eyebrow "I thought your Quidditch team was Puddlemere United?" I said.

Crystal rolled her eyes and smirked. "I know. But this is an international competition, Harls. Ireland vs. Bulgaria. I'm rooting for Ireland because of Troy. He's the one that plays for P.U."

I smiled "Hi, Mr Wells." I said, waving to Crystal's father.

"Hello, Harley." Mr Duff said, waving back at me "Fancy meeting you here. Probably why Crystal coaxed me into getting tickets."

"We're across the path." Crystal said, pointing to the tent across from us, where Crystal's grandma was cooking. "Gramma had to come too."

I smiled. "Sweet. So what's got Ron thinking that Bulgaria's gonna win?" I asked.

"Viktor Krum." Ron said, smirking "Only the best Quidditch Seeker in the bloody world!"

"Please, Ronald Weasley, he's not as great as you think." Crystal said, sticking out her tongue as the Weasley twins walked out of the boy's tent.

"Cryssie's right, Ronnie." Fred said, walking to my side "Krum's dumb."

I laughed "Hey, Freddie. Not gonna pick me up again, are you?" I asked, teasing.

"No, you're too old. We couldn't pick you up even if we wanted too." Fred said, laughing with George.

"Didn't stop you at the Burrow." I said, sticking out my tongue.

George rolled his eyes "Anyways, Ron's wrong. Ireland is gonna win this year."

I sighed and looked to Ivy and the twins "I'm gonna have to go with the fan favourite, Ron. Sorry." I said.

Ron gaped and Crystal said "Yes!" and slapped me hard on the back.

Harry sided with Ron for Bulgaria, making me relive a good memory.

"Typical." I said, rolling my eyes "Harry had to pick the loser team"

"Oh what do you know, Harls. You don't even Play Quidditch"

"Wanna bet?" I Pulled out my wand

Accio nimbus

In seconds, my broom was in my hands. One thing not a lot of People know about me is that from my second year to my fourth, I played Quidditch as a chaser. Only reason I quit is because I took a bludger to the head

Flashback-1990

The next week was nerve shattering. I could barely think about anything but the upcoming match against Slytherin.

The day of the match I couldn't focus on breakfast. I was so nervous I could barely eat.

"Harley, eat something!" Percy said.

"I can't! I'm freaking scared!"

"Calm down, and eat something, preferably some bacon and eggs. Quidditch needs strength, which comes from protein, and energy, which you can get…"

"From toast, yeah, I know." I said grabbing a piece of bacon and biting into it. "It's not the breakfast that worries me, I'm scared of screwing up."

"POTTER! Let's go! We got a match to win."

My heart raced. It was time.

"Good luck!" Percy said.

"Thanks." I said my heart slowing some "HEY CHARLIE WAIT UP!" I yelled running after the team.

In the dressing room, I held on to what little breakfast I ate as Charlie started his speech.

"All right, guys. This is it. We practiced all week together and I know we are ready."

I pulled on my Quidditch cloak and jammed my hands in my pockets. I found something in the left pocket and pulled it out. It was a necklace with an owl on it. There was a note in the right pocket.

Harley,

I thought you could use a little bit of luck or courage. So I'm going to loan you my good luck charm. Go get 'em Princess

You-Know-Who

I smiled a little as I put it on. Percy I swear to god, I love you for this. I thought. My breakfast settled back into my stomach.

The crowd gathered and another student started commentating.

"Hello Hogwarts! And welcome to the first Quidditch match of the term, where we have the Slytherins, with their new Seeker Terrace Higgs!" the commentator paused as a large part of the crowd cheered. The Slytherins were out on the pitch. I fiddled with the owl on the necklace and my heart slowed…Bring it on!

"And the Slytherins will be facing their rivals…"

"This is it guys." Charlie said getting up.

"the Gryffindors!"

I followed Charlie out onto the pitch, amidst the jeers of the Slytherins, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. The Gryffindors cheered. Beads of sweat poured down my face.

Madam Hooch walked out onto the pitch.

"Captains, shake hands." she ordered.

Bletchley stood in front of Charlie and apparently crushed his hand.

"Mount your brooms." Hooch ordered.

This is it, Potter. don't screw up! I thought as I yet again fiddled with the necklace. I kicked hard into the air and felt the wind whip through my hair.

As soon as Hooch released the balls, Angelina grabbed the Quaffle and went for Bletchley.

"And the new Gryffindor Chaser Angelina Johnson has taken the Quaffle and taken a shot at Slytherin Keeper Bletchley! And…" there was a pause "GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"

"GOOD GOING ANGELINA!" I screamed, flying up to high-five her.

she smiled at me as I dodged a well aimed Bludger.

Potter wrenches the Quaffle from Flint and heads for Bletchley!"

I shot and held my breath as the Quaffle flew to Bletchley.

Please, please, please! I thought as Bletchley went to block it…and missed!

"Potter scores! Ten-Nothing!"

"WAY TO GO HARLEY!" Oliver yelled.

I turned to Oliver and smirked, and I looked up to Percy in the stands, and he was clapping and whistling.

Adrian Pucey got access to the Quaffle and tried to pass it to Oliver when Angelina intercepted it. I flew to try to help her when the unthinkable happened.

I was a meter away from Angelina when Flint played dirty, he flew up to my right side and knocked me off my broom. I gasped as I went falling to the ground with a loud thud.

The last thing I heard before passing out was Charlie and Oliver screaming my name. I woke up in the Hospital a week later and quit the team three days after.

End Flashback

I mounted my broom and smirked

"Fun fact Ron, I played Quidditch as a chaser for two years. I know a lot more than you think, only reason I stopped is because Marcus Flint hit me in the head with a bludger in fourth year."

"Harley, get off that thing before you get in trouble!" Crystal shouted, sounding concerned instead of angry.

I scowled and dismounted "Fine." I said, tossing my broom to Harry. "But you still need to catch me!" I said, running off.

I laughed as I ran. But that joy was gone when Crystal tackled me to the ground not too far from the campsites.

"Gotcha!"

Crystal laughed and pulled me up "Come on, get up!" Crystal said, punching me in the shoulder.

"OW!" I shouted, rubbing my shoulder "That wasn't nice!"

"You deserved it." Crystal said as I nodded in agreement "Come on, let's get back to the camp before my dad and Mr Weasley start wondering where we went."

And with that said, Crystal and I walked back to our campsite arm in arm.