Chapter 1

I was rudely brought out of my memories, by a shout of "Kirsty grab the boot!" from Arthur.

I did as he asked. The next minute I found myself in a huge field, starring at the thousands of tents in the distance.

"Welcome everyone, to the Quidditch world cup!" exclaimed Arthur.

"Dad, how did you get tickets?" asked Ron, amazed.

"Why didn't you say anything dad?" questioned Ginny.

"Meant to be surprise!" exclaimed Arthur happily, "now follow me."

We headed towards the tents in the distance. I had never seen so many tents in my life! All of which were different. Some looked fairly normal. Others looked like palaces. There was one that even had two peacocks tied up at the entrance! We arrived at the a bare patch of grass which had a sign reading 'Weezly'.

"We couldn't be much closer!" exclaimed Author happily, "It's just the other side of the woods there!"

"Hello Author!" exclaimed a bubbly male voice.

We all looked to see a wizard. He was dressed in Quidditch robes and had a large smile on his face.

"Ludo!" greeted Arthur, "Kids, I would like you to meet the man of the moment. He's the reason we getting such good seats!"

Ludo quickly scanned the group, until his eyes rested firmly on myself and Harry.

"How about you introduce me?" asked Ludo.

"Of course, this is my daughter Ginny, then my sons, Ron, George, Fred and these are Ron's friends: Hermione Granger, Harry and Kirsty Potter. Then coming towards us now are Percy, Charlie and Bill, my three oldest sons," said Arthur, proudly.

Ludo nodded to us all and ran off into the distance, waving to us as he went.

We spent the rest of that evening setting up the tents. Harry and myself had been most shocked at the size of them. Though to the normal muggle they looked like your standard two man tent, on the inside they resembled two three bedroom 70's style flats.

Me, Hermione and Ginny shared one tent. Our stuff was strewn across the floor and I could here Ginny and Hermione banging on the bathroom door. Continuing to ignore them, I watched myself in the mirror, pondering about what I should wear. Green or red? The green would go really well with my eyes, however everyone said that red would go with my hair…

"Kirsty hurry up!"

Deciding on green, I turned to the door and roughly pulled it open.

"What?" I asked.

"We want to use the bathroom!" huffed Ginny, barging past me.

"What's upset her cauldron?" I asked Hermione, who grinned at me before whispering,

"Her elder brothers gave her a sweet that makes your face go purple," she explained, "but it can be washed off."

We both giggled before moving out to the boys tent.

We all made our way towards the stadium. Excitement hung in the air like a thick fog and you could almost taste it on the breeze. I grabbed my brother's hand as we passed through a huge crowd of fans, not wishing to get lost.

"Can't believe Ireland got to the final!" exclaimed Ginny, "Are you going to join their team when you leave school Harry?"

"Maybe," he said, "be fun."

"Yer," said Fred, laughing, "Once you've survived school. What do you recon it will be this year? Flying Hagrids? That would be dangerous."

"It's not our fault trouble finds us!" exclaimed Harry.

"You're just jealous we fought off over 200 dementor last year!" I commented, my grin getting wider.

"Yer, but did you see Snape's face when he lost out on the Order of Merlin?" added Ron.

Hogwarts school hadn't been the safest of places for Harry and myself. In our first year we had, along with Hermione and Ron, been forced to fight off the most evil wizard this centaury, Lord Voldermort. In out second year we had been thrown into the depth of mystery surrounding a secret chamber below the school. Together, we had needed to destroy a fearsome monster to save the school from ultimate destruction; as well as save Ginny Weasley who had unintentionally nearly brought to life a younger version of the dark wizard. - that would have been bad. Then, last year, we had spent long periods of time believing that Sirius Black was after us and wanted us dead. Rumour had it that he had murdered 13 muggles and betrayed our parents - in fact he had been wrongly convicted and another of our parent's friends had betrayed them. Peter Pettigrew had again escaped that night.

"Where about are we sitting?" I asked.

"Top box." answered my friend's dad proudly.

We all grinned before taking the appropriate turn and finding our seats.

"Miss Potter," greeted a voice from behind us, "enjoying your summer?"

I turned to see a boy in our year, Draco Molfoy. He wasn't that bad, to be honest and sharing house dormitories with him for the past three years hadn't been as bad as I thought it would. Slytherin really wasn't as bad as people made it out to be. We're not a bad bunch of people really…

"Why do you still talk to him?" asked my twin for the hundredth time.

"He's not that bad," I hissed, "If you'd only get to know him…"

A/N: So what are you thoughts so far? You understand everything. Getting the hints?

TBC…..