A/N Here it is, the next chapter! I hope you like it. Read and enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else in this story. They all belong to JK Rowling. I am simply borrowing them.
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"Ginny, Ginny" A voice called my name in the darkness. "There is great danger very great danger…Ginny… danger …Ginny "
"Ginny! Ginny"
Mum was shaking me awake.
"Get up Ginny and Hermione! You need to leave for the World Cup!"
Reluctantly I threw off my covers and got up. Hermione did the same. I remembered the conversation from last night. I sure hadn't found out much and I probably wasn't very tactful about it either.
As we headed through the village I pondered about the secrets between Ron, Hermione and Harry. Harry. Even to think about him sometimes makes me blush. You see I have this itsy bitsy crush on him. But really the incident in my second year with the singing valentine was just a tad embarrassing. I mean, "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad"? To use a muggle expression, Um, hello? I really have got to learn some better rhymes.
Anyway I was really looking forward to the World Cup. Ron had talked of nothing else all summer. Viktor Krum this, Wronski feint that. At times it gave me quite a headache. Even so, I was just as excited as my brothers were. I mean, come on! After living with my brothers for 13 years you learn to love Quidditch with a passion. Which was why I, along with 6 other people, was tramping through the mud at 6.30 in the morning. During holidays, I'm usually not up until 8.00 and that's when I've had a good sleep. But since I love Quidditch so much I could sleeping in a miss for once. I was really hoping that Ireland would win. It was a pity England didn't get in. When Harry finished school he might become a seeker and England might stand a chance…
Finally we reached the top of the hill on the other side of the village. We looked around for the portkey for a while until we heard a call from Mr Diggory. They were already there and had found the portkey…. an old boot. While we waited Mr Diggory waffled on about how Cedric had beat Harry last year at Quidditch. Fred and George were wearing identical scowls. It looked like they were restraining themselves with difficulty, from punching him on the nose. Harry even seemed a bit uncomfortable, like he didn't want to say anything.
It drew close to time to leave. We all put our hands on the boot. I felt a sharp yank underneath my bellybutton and the world dissolved and swirled together around me.
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A/N That was short wasn't it? Please review. I'd like to know that someone is reading this.
