The two men shook hands. I began looking at the children that followed him, and noticed them all watching me and Cedric with interest. I giggled, and that made Arthur look over to us.

"Ah, yes, introductions." Arthur said quickly. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone. He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I believe you all also know his son, Cedric?"

"Hi." Ced said meekly.

"Hi." The kids all replied, except for two who I took to be twins. I figured this had something to do with Quidditch, so I giggled again.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe I know you." Arthur said, and I smiled before hopping down from Ced's back.

"Hi, everyone." I greeted with a smile. "I'm Autumn Rayne, I'm thirteen, and I'll be entering my fourth year in Hogwarts this year as a transfer."

"At thirteen?" A brown haired girl asked.

This made me giggle again. (Why was I giggling so much?) "My birthday is September 1st."

"Lucky you." What looked like the youngest redheaded boy spoke. "Happy birthday, you get to go back to school."

"Long walk, Arthur?" Amos cut in at this point.

"Not too bad." Arthur replied, and I zoned out at this point, once again looking at the children.

There was one boy who caught my attention very well, and he had jet black hair and emerald green eyes. He was studying me as well. I smiled at him, and he let his mouth form half a smirk in response. This made me smirk back.

"All these yours, Arthur?" Amos asked, catching my attention.

"On, no, only the redheads." Arthur said, pointing at them. "This is Hermione, a friend of Ron's, and Harry, another friend-"

"Merlin's beard." Amos said, and I noticed his eyes widen. "Harry Potter?"

"Er, yeah." The boy I had been looking at replied, and I smirked at his awkwardness.

I noticed Amos's eyes going straight to the scar I knew must've been hidden behind those black bangs.

"Ced's talk about you." Amos said, correcting his eyes. "Told us all about playing you last year. I told him, 'Ced, that's something you'll tell your grandkids! You beat the Harry Potter at Quidditch!'"

"Harry fell off his broom, Dad. I told you, it was an accident." Cedric muttered, embarrassed.

"Yeah, but you didn't fall off did you!" Amos said proudly.

He went to continue, but I quickly cut him off, "Amos, what time does the Portkey leave?"

"Yes, it must be nearly time," Arthur said, grateful for the subject change. "Do you know whether we're waiting for any more, Amos?"

"Don't think so." Amos replied.

"Yes, it's a minute off." Arthur replied. "We'd better get ready."

"Just touch the Portkey with one finger, that's all you need." Cedric told me as we grabbed our backpacks and pulled them on.

"K." I replied to him with a smile, before moving towards the boot.

"Why are they all standing around that mangy old boot?" Harry asked, and I smiled.

"That's not just any mangy old boot." I said.

"This is a Portkey." Ced finished.

"It'll transport us to a safe place somewhere near the World Cup." I said, before Harry grabbed on.

"Three… Two…"I heard Arthur murmur. "One."

Just then, I felt a jerk behind my naval, and knew our transportation had started. It felt as though our fingers were glued to this boot, and I smiled at the feeling.

"Let go!" Amos yelled.

"What?" I heard Harry and Hermione say at the same time.

"Let! Go!" Amos and Arthur shouted at the same time, so I took my finger off, and found myself falling towards the ground. Ced quickly caught me, and helped me go down slowly.

"Yes!" I said with a smile as my feet connected with ground. I heard Cedric laugh as he released me. I smiled as I noticed Harry, Hermione, and the red heads all fallen on the ground. I went over and offered my hands to Harry and Hermione, which they both took, and I helped them stand up, before taking a running start at jumping on Ced's back.

"Autumn." Ced complained, but he held onto my legs none-the-less. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder, before I felt someone's eyes on my neck. I turned to see who it was, and noticed Harry staring at me. I smiled and wiggled my fingers at him, before facing forward again.

"Ced." I whispered.

"Hm?"

"Don't you think Harry's cute?"

"Please don't make me drop you."

"Right. Sorry."