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 Privite 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 Hannah Potter."

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

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 Malfoy?" 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 Draco's owl, Aurora pecked at the window.

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

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

Hannah,

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 Crabbe for him. I volunteered to help the guy, he's my best guy friend (apart from Blaise, but he likes Duff). I just hope you stop hating me.

Draco.

P.S. Happy belated birthday.

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." Cedric said, following his father.

"HANNAH!" 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 team mate from first year, Terry-Anne Higgs.

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

It was Ivy…my best friend.

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

Ivy glared at Ron "Captain Krum Lover over here thinks Bulgaria's gonna win the Cup!" Ivy 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.

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

I smiled "Hi, Mr Duff." I said, waving to Ivy's father.

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

"We're across the path." Ivy said, pointing to the tent across from us, where Ivy'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." Ivy said, sticking out her tongue as the Weasley twins walked out of the boy's tent.

"V'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 Ivy 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. First, no offence, Gryffindor. Now Bulgaria."

Ivy glared at me, along with Harry, Ron and the twins "I take offence to that, Han. We won the Quidditch Cup last year, lest you forget. So I'd shut up."

I smirked "Who one it first?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah, sis. You won, whatever. Your only excuse was because I was in the hospital wing the last match of the year and you played Ravenclaw." Harry said, glaring stonily at me.

I grinned evilly "So, I still won. I'm still better, Harry. So ha…ha…ha!" I said, picking up my broomstick.

"Do you want me to get nasty, Han?" Ivy demanded, glaring at me.

I smirked and mounted my broom "If you Gryffindors can catch a first year Quidditch Cup champ." I said, flying off.

I only managed to get to the first campsite away before Ivy caught up with me on a broom.

"Han, get off that thing before you get in trouble!" Ivy 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 went even further than when I was on my broom. But that joy was gone when Ivy tackled me to the ground not too far from the campsites.

I whimpered, fearing Ivy would beat me up for what I said "Not the face! Not the face!" I shouted, shutting my eyes tight.

Ivy laughed and pulled me up "Come on, I'm not that mean!" Ivy said, punching me in the shoulder.

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

"You deserved it." Ivy 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, Ivy and I walked back to our campsite arm in arm.