A/N: I'm going to make this clear. I don't own the Harry Potter series or it's characters. That right goes to JK Rowling

If you haven't yet, read before this story:

The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Sorcerer's Stone
The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Chamber of Secrets
The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Prisoner of Azkaban

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Traveling by Portkey Again

Months went by with success. Harry and Neville celebrated their birthdays, and Luna's father came to celebrate to check on his daughter. Sirius and Remus as well as Tonks parents—Andromeda, who was the second member of the Black family James came to respect and her muggle-born wizard husband Ted. Andromeda and Ted wasn't attending the Quidditch World Cup, but Tonks was lucky and was assign protection detail and already at the cup. She even got the night of the final game off so she can join the family.

The night before they were to go to the World Cup, everyone gone to bed real early.

Harry didn't even feel like he had laid down to sleep long before he was shaken awake by Mrs. Weasley.

"Time to go, Harry, dear," she whispered, moving away to wake Ron.

Harry felt around for his glasses, put them on, and sat up. It was still dark outside. Ron muttered indistinctly as his mother roused him. At the foot f Harry's mattress he saw two large, disheveled shapes emerging from tangles of blankets.

"'S' time already?" said Fred groggily.

They dressed in silence in Muggle attire clothes as Arthur reminded them to last night. Fortunately for Harry, he still had his muggle clothes packed from his two weeks with the Dursleys and that Molly washed them. The grounds the Ministry rented out was own by a muggle, so naturally wizards and witches dressed like Muggles. Once they were dressed they headed downstairs into the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove, while Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a sheaf of large parchment tickets with James. James had already gotten tickets for him Harry, Sirius and Remus, as Mr. Weasley got everyone else covered and he manage to arrange for Potters and Weasley parties to set up camp next to each other. Mr. Weasley was dressed in a golfing sweater and very old pair of jeans, slightly too big for him and held up with a thick leather belt. James was in a dress shirt dress pants that Harry recognize what his father wore when Vernon's sister Marge visited last summer to pass off as Muggle University professor. Only difference was that James was wearing a pair of tennis shoes instead of dress shoes as well as coat and tie to match.

"Where's Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" said George, failing to stifle a huge yawn.

"Well, they're Apparating, aren't they?" said Mrs. Weasley, heaving the large pot over to the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls. "So they can have a bit of lie-in."

Harry knew that Apparating meant disappearing from one place and reappearing almost instantly in another, but had never known any Hogwarts student to do it, and understood that it was very difficult.

"So they're still in bed?" said Fred grumpily, pulling his bowl of porridge toward him. "How did you sneak out then, Mr. Potter?"

"Years of practice in moving quietly," James replied. "It helps when you use to share room with a werewolf during the week of a full moon."

"So then why can't we Apparate too?" Fred asked.

"Because you're not of age and you haven't passed your test," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "And where have those girls got to?"

Harry knew about the Apparating test too. Just as muggles and wizards/witches wanting to drive vehicles have to pass a driver's test to drive a car, Wizards and Witches have to pass a test to be license to Apparate anywhere. Only Apparating was a lot more dangerous than driving as if not correctly the wizard/witch can end up splinched or leaving body parts in different parts of the world. Hogwarts remove their spells that prevented Apparating so students can learn and take the test.

Charlie Weasley took the test twice after failing the first time, but Bill and Percy pass their first time. Percy even been apparating down the stairs, showing off he could do that, which was the first time Harry seen Percy showing off anything magical. Only times Percy showed off anything was when he was made prefect and headboy, and there was nothing magical about those moments as the school just send him a badge marking him as prefect and headboy.

Mrs. Weasley rejoined them in the kitchen followed by Hermione Ginny, and Luna, all three looking pale and drowsy.

There was a crashing sound coming from the fire place followed by a thump.

"Neville and his grandmother is here," James said.

Although Mrs. Longbottom didn't seem to act like your typical Quidditch fan, she was one, and comes to watch the game whenever UK hosted a world cup. Especially when one of UK's teams made it, and this year Ireland made it all the way to compete against Bulgaria.

Neville looked a little disoriented and tired as he came through with an old lady dressed in retire clothing except for her hat that had a giant vulture on top.

"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny said, rubbing her eyes.

"We've got a bit of a walk to the portkey," Mr. Weasley said.

Harry and Ron winced at the reminder of Portkeys—magical items that can legally transport wizards and witches—even under age—from one place to another. Two years ago, they had to take a portkey to Hogwarts when they were blocked from entering platform 9 ¾—a magical platform at King Cross to a train that takes students to Hogwarts. They used Portkeys since then, but that was hard for Harry and Ron to forget since that's how Ron broke his first wand—a hand-me-down from Charlie. Too prevent something like that from happening again, Harry owl Tonks to get Ron a Wand holster like his that is magically enhanced to carry any size wand, and she not only got Ron one but Neville and Hermione one as well.

"George!" said Mrs. Weasley sharply, and they all jumped.

"What?" said George, in an innocent tone that deceived nobody.

"What is that in your pocket?"

"Nothing!"

"Don't you lie to me!"

Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and said, "Accio!"

Several small, brightly colored objects zoomed out of George's pocket; he made a grab for them but missed, and they sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand.

"We told you to destroy them after you tricked Neville into eating them!" said Mrs. Weasley furiously, holding up what look like toffees. "We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you!"

It was an unpleasant scene; the twins had evidently been trying to smuggle their magical creations that look like your average toffees out of the house as possible, and it was only by using her Summoning Charm that Mrs. Weasley managed to find them all.

"Accio! Accio! Accio!" she shouted, and toffees zoomed from all sorts of unlikely places, including the lining of George's jacket and the turn-ups of Fred's jeans.

"What do they do?" Harry asked Neville.

"Those are Ton-Tongue Toffees. They make your tongue keep growing non-stop," Neville said. "I didn't notice Fred dropped one when I ate it. By time Mr. Weasley reverse the spell, my tongue was touching the floor."

Harry wasn't surprise. He learned long ago if you don't volunteer to test out something from the twins, and the twins wants revenge on you for something, they will find a way to trick you into testing something for them.

"What did you do to make them angry?" Harry asked

"Nothing," Neville responded. "They were looking for a guinea pig as they couldn't test it on themselves after Mrs. Weasley found out about their orders."

"We spent six months developing those!" Fred shouted at his mother as she threw the toffees away.

"Oh a fine way to spend six months!" she shrieked. "No wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s!"

All in all, the atmosphere was not very friendly as they took their departure. Mrs. Weasley was still glowering as she kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek, though not nearly as much as the twins, who had each hoisted their rucksacks onto their backs and walked without a word to her.

"Well, have a lovely time," said Mrs. Weasley, "and behave yourselves," she called after the twins' retreating backs, but they did not look back or answer. "I'll send Bill, Charlie, and Percy along midday," Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley as he, James, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna set across the dark yard after Fred and George.

"Was grandmother like that to you and Padfoot?" Harry asked James, knowing Sirius lived with the Potters around the twins age.

"Not as harsh as Mrs. Weasley but to be fair, when it came to the O.W.L.s we didn't do as poorly as Fred and George," James explained. "Honestly, I think those two choose which courses to focus on passing and just ignored the rest."

"Humph. I'll say. Neville told me some of their products, and no idiot can come up with half of their stuff," Mrs. Longbottom said. "But it's a complete waste of potential if you ask me."

It was chilly and the moon was still out. Only a dull, greenish tinge along the horizon to their right showed that daybreak was drawing closer. They headed to the top of a large mass that rose beyond the village of Ottery St. Catchpole known as Stoatshead Hill.

"We'll have to meet up with the Digorys," Mr. Weasley said.

"Cedric be there?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," James said.

Cedric was a sixth year Hufflepuff, and House Quidditch Captain and Seeker. Harry also consider Cedric as a friend since Tonks—who was in Hufflepuff—introduce Harry to him. When everyone in Hufflepuff turned their backs on Harry because of him Parseltongue—magically able to speak to and understand snakes—during Harry's second year, Cedric stayed friends with Harry and defended for him.

They trudged down the dark, dank lane toward the village, the silence broken only by their footsteps. The sky lightened very slowly as they made their way through the village, its inky blackness diluting to deepest blue. Harry's hands and feet were freezing. Mr. Weasley kept checking his watch.

"We're going to make it," James assure him. "We're making good time."

Good thing James was there to cheer everyone up as they began to climb Stoatshead Hill, stumbling occasionally in hidden rabbit holes, slipping on thick black tuffets of grass. Finally they reached the level ground.

"Whew," panted Mr. Weasley, taking off his glasses and wiping them on his sweater. "You were right, James. We have ten minutes until the Portkey leaves."

"You alright Augusta?" James asked Augusta.

"I survived worse," Augusta breathed.

"Arthur! Over here! Arthur!" they heard someone shouting.

Two tall figures were silhouetted against the starry sky on the other side of the hilltop.

"Amos!" said Mr. Weasley, smiling as he strode over to the man who shouted.

Mr. Weasley was shaking hands with a ruddy-faced wizard with a scrubby brown beard.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone," said Mr. Weasley. "He works for the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

"Hello Cedric," Harry greeted.

"Hello Harry," Cedric greeted.

Cedric Diggory was an extremely handsome boy of around seventeen.

"Long walk?" Cedric's father asked.

"Not too bad. James, Harry, and Luna were staying with us and Augusta and Neville floo to our house," said Mr. Weasley.

"Your place was the better option since you live just on the otherside of the village," Augusta said.

"I hear you," Amos said. "We had to get up at two, didn't we, Ced? I tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Apparition test. Still… not complaining… Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons—and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy…" Amos Diggory peered good-naturally at the three Weasley boys, Harry, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Ginny. "So who is whose kid?"

"The young dark hair boy with no glasses is my grandson," Mrs. Longbottom started.

"Well the redheads are mine," Mr. Weasley said. "This is Hermione, friend of Ron's, and Luna Lovegood—she's coming with us as friend of Ginny as a favor to her father."

"Ah, yes. I was wondering about the Lovegoods," Amos said.

"And of course you should be familiar with my son Harry," James said rubbing Harry's head. "If not for his fame, but because of his friendship with your son."

"Ah, yes. Harry Potter. Nice to finally meet you in person," Amos greeted Harry. "When my boy told me years ago he befriended the famous Harry Potter, I'll admit I thought he was yanking my chain."

"Dad, I didn't call him 'the famous Harry Potter'," Cedric said. "You did."

"No matter. That's still something to brag to your children about. How you befriended the famous Harry Potter. Even stood up to him when your fellow house-mates thought he was evil. And right to do so since he and his friends save Hogwarts from the real evil."

Cedric looked slightly embarrassed.

Although Harry and Cedric been friends for years and this wasn't Harry's first Quidditch Cup, this was Harry's first time meeting Cedric's dad. Normally Amos and Mr. Weasley manage to get tickets scheduling their portkeys on a different date than James, so Harry and James sometimes arrive at a different time. They even invite Ron and Neville to come with them a few times. But this time they manage to get tickets with arrange portkey set on the same date.

James coughed, "It should be time to go. Where's the Portkey, Amos?"

"Oh, right here," Amos pulled out a dirty old worn out leather boot. "Fawcetts couldn't get tickets so its just us."

"Right. We better go. You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, Hermione." James assured Hermione who looked worried.

"Make sure all wands not in your back pockets," Fred added.

"Yeah, we don't need broken wands in this trip," George joked.

"Shut up!" Ron's ears started turning red.

With difficulties due to their numbers and bulky backpacks all fourteen of them crowded around the old boot held out by Amos Diggory.

They all stood there, in a tight circle, as a chill breeze swept over the hilltop. Nobody spoke.

Then, immediately Harry felt the familiar hook just behind his navel that been suddenly jerked irresistibly forward. His feet left the ground; he could feel Ron and Hermione on either side of him, their shoulders banging into his; they were all speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling color; his forefinger was stuck to the boot as though it was pulling him magnetically onward and then—

His feet slammed into the ground; Ron staggered into him and he fell over; the Portkey hit the ground near his head with a heavy thud. Only the adults and Cedric were still standing, though looking very windswept.

"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill," said a voice.

A/N: In case many of you forgot, Harry and Ron took a portkey to Hogwarts when Dobby closed off platform 9 3/4s in 'The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Chamber of Secrets' instead of flying the Weasley's car, and Ron's first wand broke in the crash landing