Dorea Potter and the Goblet of Fire: Chapter six: The Portkey
"Ahoy there!"
The group looked up, spotting two figures approaching them over the opposite side of the hill. The older of the two, a gray headed man with spectacles, raised his hand in greeting,
"Good, morning, Arthur!"…
"Ced's told me all about you, of course, youngest seeker in over a hundred years, eh?"
Dorea glanced at the handsome boy, who merely smiled at her in response. It was a rather nice smile, she supposed. Turning her attention back to the elder Diggory, she replied,
"Erm, yes, sir," Blinking large gold-flecked green eyes as she pushed a lock of her waist-length curly auburn hair behind one ear.
"I hear you're pretty good on a broom," Mr. Diggory went on. "No match for Ced of course, what with last year."
Behind Dorea, the twins and Ron bristled. It wasn't Dorea's fault the Dementors attacked her!
"Dad…" Cedric murmured unease and embarrassment coloring his tone.
"I told you before, Dorea fell off her broom—"
"Yes, yes, but you didn't." his father interrupted. "The better Seeker won out in the end, is all. Dorea here knows that, don't you dear?"
Even Hermione and Ginny were bristling now, not that the elder Diggory would have noticed. Dorea had had enough.
"Mr. Diggory," Dorea finally broke in. He looked at her.
"Are you aware of the effects of Dementors?"
He looked confused. "Yes, they make you relieve your worst memories."
"Sir, my boggart is a Dementor." Dorea continued emotionlessly. "And do you know my worst memory?"
Diggory shook his grey head. Mr. Weasley looked uncomfortable.
Dorea smirked. Channeling her magic and thinking about the night she lost everything, her eyes rolled back in her head. She staggered before George caught her.
"It's him! Lily, take Dorea and go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Dorea's voice was unnaturally deep and panicked—James Potter's voice.
Everyone was deathly pale.
"Not Dorea, not Dorea, please not Dorea! NO—please, I'll do anything! Please, not Dorea!" Her voice was more feminine—extremely similar to that of her own normal voice—and terrified. Lily Potter's voice.
"Avada Kedavra!" High and cold, the voice could only be that of Voldemort's.
Dorea's eyes fluttered open. She staggered upright, clutching George.
"Do you see why I fell, now?" She angrily spat out to a shaken Amos Diggory.
Before he could answer she pulled George to the boot and called,
"Are you coming?" to the rest of the group.
They followed in silence. Heads bowed for the girl who lived but saw her parents die.
Righto then. Thought this was neat, just a random plot bunny driving me crazy. I'll probably do more, it's just a bunch of random one-shots with no real rhyme or reason right now, later I might put them together into an actual story. Enjoy!