Cedric's POV (HP 4)
Chapter one
Do we have to?
I woke up 2:00 because of that stupid alarm clock of dad, we were supposed to wake up at this time to catch up for the Portkey that would lead us to the World Cup. My dad and I were looking forward to that.
But it seems that now was a different story, I don't want to go to that Quidditch World Cup. "Ced! It'd be the best ever! Wake up now!" said my dad. I sat up and saw my dad dressed and ready to go to the World Cup.
"Do we really have to go?" I yawned. "Wouldn't miss it!" he answered. I got out of bed and changed. Then I went down to eat my breakfast, I didn't really want to eat much so I ate some spoonfuls of cereal.
"You need lots of energy today! It's gonna have lots of action! Here have some more!" he said. "But I'm gonna hurl if I eat any more!" I groaned. "Nonsense! You've always wanted to eat this kind of cereal!" he said.
But not today! I got out of the dining table and paced slowly until my dad was done. "Well… let's go!" he said. I got my backpack and slung it at my back then we set off. I walked beside my dad and looking at the stars.
The wind was blowing gently but it was still cold. My dad was admiring every nook and cranny of the forest. "Aaah…" he sighed. "Just look at the trees! They're just too beautiful!"
I rolled my eyes; he was so into nature… maybe the Ministry can make a Nature's Department for him.
I looked around and talked about Hogwarts with my dad… the place that I truly love… next to my home though. I accidentally said to my dad about Harry falling off his broom last year and me winning.
My dad patted my back and said, "Well done! My son… beat Harry Potter!" Ugh! He practically shouted! I shouldn't have told him.
I walked for almost 1 hour already until we reached the top of a hill. The sight from here was fantastic! You can see the moonlight shining and it's as if you're so near it!
My dad said… "Look for the Portkey… it won't be too small to find!" I tried to look for the Portkey… then I decided to climb up a tree to see. I climbed the tallest I can find and then my dad called, "Over here son! Over here, Arthur!"
Arthur? The one who worked in the Ministry? Then I found out that they were below me… all the red heads were there except the snooty Prefect, Percy. And… Harry Potter? And the smart girl, Hermione! I jumped down the tree beside my father.
My entrance took the family aback but I said, "Hi." Everyone said hi except for the Weasley twins… are they mad at me for something?
I looked at my dad, holding an old boot… That's a portkey? I thought to myself. My dad then looked at Harry, "You beat him son!" he said. Harry said nothing. I said, "Dad! I told you he fell off the broom!"
"But you don't need to be a genius to see who's the better flyer!" my dad said. I told him, "Don't mind him, he's pretty weird at times!" I didn't talk to my dad and I was mad at him for saying that.
Mr. Weasley said, "ok, everyone, touch the boot… even just a finger will do!" I touched the boot. Mr. Weasley had his eye on his watch and he said, "Three. Two. One."
I felt something pull me upwards… a swirl of colors were around me and my dad and Mr. Weasley were beside me. I wanted this to end now. Then I let go of the boot since all the others did and my feet gracefully hit the ground.
There I was… The Quidditch World Cup!
My dad and I went off to a route different from the Weasley family and Harry and Hermione. I and my dad then fixed the tent… we weren't that expert but anyway… we tried to make it as Muggle-like as possible.
I looked at it and saw that it was er… too small, I guess for both of us or for many people. I glanced at other tents and saw that they were just contented. I shot a quizzical look at my dad.
My dad sensed this and said, "Come and take a look inside to see then!" I went in and my jaw nearly dropped to the ground. "Oh my gosh!" I said. "This is—this is unbelievable!"
"Nothing is unbelievable with magic… but what is unbelievable is that how Muggles survive without any magic—do you know, Cedric?" he asked. I just shrugged and looked around the tent.
It was like a bungalow with cozy couches and beds and a stove or something. "Remember! Always be aware that we're in a Muggle place! We must not do anything that will make them suspicious about us," he said. I nodded in response.
I asked, "When will this Quidditch World Cup start?" "Hmm… in the evening, it would be fabulous I tell you!" he said. "Goodness, I've gotta run! You can go around and all… I'm going to talk to Bagman and other Ministry people… see you later!"
I went out of the tent and looked at everything… the tents of others and even, a Gryffindor person's, whom I assumed to be Seamus Finnigan, same year as Harry, tent full of shamrocks glistening so brightly.
I had to cover my eyes while walking pass through it. Then I noticed that I have to choose who I'll be cheering for—Ireland or Bulgaria? Bulgaria is okay especially that fabulous Seeker, Viktor Krum.
But Ireland is closer to England… so I guess I'd just cheer for Ireland. And I'm assured that Seamus is too, especially with all those shamrocks around his tent. I looked at the tent of Bulgaria.
Woah! But not as brightly as Seamus' tent… there's still some danglings around, and this time it's their flag. I also saw Viktor's picture scowling, but I didn't really care if he looked ugly. I just want to know how he plays.
I passed the Weasley's tent too… and then bumped into Cho Chang, the pretty girl in Ravenclaw who is a Seeker like me. She said, "Oh hi! You here too?" "Yeah!" I said… then I felt my face turn red.
"I'm sorry that I er… bumped you," I said. ERGH! What was I saying? I'm lost for words! "No problem! Well, I'll see you around…" she walked straight again.
I looked at more people's tent and so many languages were spoken that I don't understand. There were American witches and wizards, African, Chinese, Bulgarian, French, and so many others!
Though I respect their culture, I didn't say anything against how they feel and react about this World Cup. I walked back to my tent and saw my dad there working out with the matches.
I looked at him and said, "I wish we could use magic here… then it would be much easier to conjure a fire!" He thought for a moment and then looked around to see if anyone was looking.
No one was so he said, "Incendio!" and fire conjured up then heated the food in a clay pot. After 15 minutes of cooking lunch, we ate together inside. I was feeling so happy today that I'd wish it's always like this.
I wish it's also the Quidditch World Cup now… I'm dying to see it!
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