'Hurry up lads only a few kilometres to go' Lees dad was way ahead and having no trouble navigating the hill, Neville however was having slightly more trouble, after having a rather interesting run in with a bed of nettles just moments before. Looking back Lee noticed Neville had indeed collapsed and was making gasping sounds quite similar to those of a beached wale.

'The sooner I learn how to apparate the better' Lee grumbled rolling his eyes and turning back to his stranded friend. Dragging Neville to his feet he pushed him up the last few hurdles.

'B-b-bloody-'

'NO'

'But I'm shattered cant we just-'

'NO'

'Only for a-'

'I SAID SHUTTIT NEVILLE, if you want we can swap places' at that particular moment in time Lee was carrying Neville in a way that can only be described as somewhere between a fireman's lift and a piggy back.

Mr. Jordan's olive green jumper came into view as they came over the hillcrest. At that moment a strong wind hit them with such a force that they promptly collapsed, Neville was otherwise unhurt as Lee provided good padding. Mr. Jordan couldn't help but snigger.

'Oh, would you look at that they've chosen a delightful watering can this year.'

'Pardon?'

Mr Jordan was of course, referring to the port key, which was sitting proudly a few metres away. As the boys gathered in a circle Mr Jordan issued a few commands.

'Now, hold on tight to the can at all times. The are no exits please keeps your arms and legs from flailing about in a rather un-orderly fashion at all times- oh and Neville' he added taking a glance towards the panting boy to his right. 'Please try not to be sick until I am at least three metres away from you.'

'But I might not be sick'

'Oh trust me you will be'

'Alright boys only-' Mr Jordan glanced at his watch 'one minute until departure time.'

Suddenly Lee felt himself being lurched from the ground beneath him, the wind was rushing or rather wailing all around them. Trying to look at Neville and his father Lee only saw their faces as a blur, as he started to spin faster and faster.

But before he knew it the ground rose up to meet them and he landed with a rather large thump.

Lee realised he was flat on the ground next to Neville, his father however had taken a more graceful descent and land next them with - in Lees opinion- an overly pompous pirouette.

'No need to show off.' grumbled Lee as he dashed away from Neville.

'The old dog's still got it' said his father winking at them both.

Lee turned around as he heard footsteps approaching and met the eyes of Harry Potter the boy who- this train of thought was rudely interrupted by the sound of Neville being sick in a rose bush.

'All right Lee, nice to see you Mr Jordan. Neville you all right there?' asked Harry peering at the hindquarters of his friend who was currently defacing the shrubbery.

'I- think- so' panted Neville who had a bit of a queasy look on his face, and was turning a pleasant shade of green. 'Shouldn't have eaten that last chocolate frog, where's Ron and Hermione?'

'I left them at a stall, Hermione was bullying Ron into buying a pair of ominocculars, the others are putting up the tent; we better head out that way.'

'Ah jolly good show I certainly agree' said Lee's father slapping his thigh as he chuckled away.

With that, a short fat man suddenly apparated by their sides, leaving a trail of pink smoke in his wake. He was dressed in a rather violent shade of orange, which went splendidly with the peacock feather stuck in his straw hat.

'Good afternoon all' said the man rocking backwards and forwards on his heels, his stomach suggested he was somewhat fond of butterbeer.

'My name is Wilfred Collywobbles, I'm the resident caretaker of all miscellaneous magical objects and wizarding aids, in other words shove your portkey in this box if would be so kind' he said as he whipped out a large wicker hamper.

'Follow me to the campsite, keep up now.' He added to Neville, who had only just removed himself from the foliage.

'I'm off to help set up the tent- I don't trust Mr Weasley with the matches, I'll catch you later.' proclaimed Harry, trying to flatten his already windswept hair as he strode off in almost the opposite direction.

Upon reaching their allotted pitch Mr Jordan went to greet some old school friends, which gave Neville and Lee a chance to look around. The pair looked carefully at all the passers by and decided after promptly awarding the best dressed to a short fat witch wearing a balaclava, poncho and knickerbockers; that some wizards were a bit out of touch with the Muggling world.

'Let's get this tent up boys' announced Mr Jordan.