The next morning I was woken up by somebody shaking me awake, holding my glasses.
"Common sissy, you gotta get up now," Alexa said sleepily.
"Ya, if I can't sleep in then you can't either," Sage added grumpily. She isn't really a morning person. I sat up slowly, taking my glasses from Alexa, and looked around. I noticed I was the only one in our room not up. I got outta bed slowly and grabbed my clothes. I changed into a white graphic tee, some jeans, converse, and a purple jacket. I put my contacts in and went downstairs for some breakfast.
"Breakfast is almost ready dears, but would you mind going upstairs and waking Harry and Ron. They're the only two not up," Mrs. Weasley said sweetly.
"Come on, Stephanie," Hermione said while grabbing my wrist and pulling me back up the stairs.
"Ugh, don't make me take the stairs again," I whined as we climbed back up.
"You're not much of a morning person either, are you?" she asked.
"I must have picked it up from Sage." I walked all the way back upstairs with Hermione into Ron's room. When we got there we saw Harry and Ron sound asleep in their beds.
"I'll take Ron, and you take Harry," Hermione said as she walked over to his bed.
"Harry, Harry. You gotta get up," I said kneeling by his bed. When I took a closer look at him, he was sweating, and didn't look too happy. I started shaking his shoulder as I continued saying his name. Finally, he woke up with a start and looked at me.
"Stephanie," he said putting his glasses on.
"Harry, are you alright? Was it that dream again?" I asked, still holding his shoulder. He swallowed and nodded. "It'll be okay. But anyways, it's time to get up. Breakfast is almost ready." I kissed his cheek, close to his lips, and walked out with Hermione.
"What happened to your arm?" Hermione asked as we walked. I had almost forgotten all about the damn Dark Lighter. Almost, except whenever I tried moving my arm in hurt like friggin' hell. I sighed and told her all about the Dark Lighter attack, the arrow, how they're deadly to us White Lighters. We finally took the last step down, and sat at the enchanted table.
"Are the boys up yet?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she gave us plates with sausage, eggs, and bacon on it.
"Harry is, but I'm pretty sure Ron went back to sleep," Hermione said, talking a bite of her food. Mrs. Weasley let out a sigh, and started climbing the stairs, shouting at Ron. We sat there and talked, once we finished our food. It wasn't much of a conversation, only Hermione, Alexa, and Jennifer were awake enough to talk. Suzie was sitting up, trying to keep herself awake, and Sage had fallen asleep in her food. Mrs. Weasley came back downstairs a few minutes later, a sleepy looking Harry and Ron behind her. The boys both grabbed plates and started eating.
"Oh dear, should someone wake her?" Mrs. Weasley asked, pointing to Sage.
"Not unless you wanna loose a hand," I said. Sage sat up with a slight jolt, and yawned.
"I'm up, I'm up," she mumbled.
"Then you might wanna get that egg outta your hair, sissy," Alexa said with a small laugh, as she pulled the egg out. Once the boys had finished eating and everyone was ready, all of us, but Mrs. Weasley, grabbed our bags and headed outside, with Mr. Weasley in front.
"Oh, the sun isn't even all the way up yet. I don't wanna be up this early!" Sage continued to complain.
"Will you stop complaining? Jeesh!" Alexa said a little annoyed. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Oh well, sisters will be sisters.
"You still have a dream to tell me about. And a wound," Harry whispered in my ear while taking my hand. I fell back to the end of the group with him, and Ron, and told Harry about both things.
"I'm glad you're okay," he said, after I told him about the Dark Lighter attacked. We continued walking, through a forest close to the Burrow, until the sun was up all the way.
"Hey dad, dad! Where are we going?" a still sleepy Ron asked.
"Haven't the foggiest! Keep up!" Mr. Weasley replied from the front of the pack (yes, we are now werewolves in Twilight! This is the last time I decide to write at 11'o'clock at night. Hehe)
"Great," I mumbled as we ran to catch up a bit. "The one who's leading us and the only adult really, has nooooo idea where we're going. This can't possibly end in disaster." We walked on for a few more minutes, til we spotted someone up ahead. Mr. Weasley and the guy greeted each other, as we caught up.
"Sorry Amos, some of us had a bit of a sleepy start," Mr. Weasley said, looking back.
"Ron," I coughed. "And Sage."
"Everyone, this is Amos Diggory, works with me, at the Ministry". Suddenly, a tall, blonde boy jumped from a tree. "Ah, and this strapping, young, lad must be Cedric, am I right?" The two shook hands as Cedric nodded. I could tell all the girls, except me of course, were quite smitten with him. We walked by, when Amos stopped Harry.
"Merlin's Beard! You must be Harry Potter!" Amos said alarmed. I let go of Harry's hand and walked a little ahead.
"Yes, sir," Harry replied.
"Great, great pleasure it is," Amos said, shaking Harry's hand.
"Pleasure to meet you too, sir," Harry said, rejoining me and taking my hand again. We walked a little further, til we came to a hill. We started walking up the hill, further and further, and further. Will this hill ever end? I thought to myself. As we neared the top of the hill, Mr. Diggory spoke up.
"Yes it's, it's just over there," Amos said while pointing to the top of the hill. We walked up to the top, and I stopped to look around. How the heck are we gonna get to the World Cup from here? I wondered.
"Why's everyone standing around that manky old boot," Harry said. What? There's a boot? Where? I looked around, and finally decided to look where everyone was standing, or rather now kneeling, around. Oh, that boot.
"That isn't just any manky old boot, mate," Fred said.
"It's a portkey," George added. (Insert dialogue from AVPM! 'Remember a portkey can be a very harmless object like, a football, or a dolphin.' 'Professor, can like a person be portkey?' 'No that's absurd. Cause if a person were to, touch themselves, then they'd constantly be transported to different places. A person, however, can be a Horcrux.' 'Uh, what's a Horcrux?' 'I'm not even going to tell you Potter, you'll find out soon enough')
"What's a portkey?" Harry asked, looking at me. I just shrugged, and knelt down next to Jennifer. I looked around the circle, and everyone had their hand on the boot. I decided that's what we were suppose to do, so I found a spot and placed my hand there. Harry knelt down beside me, still confused.
"Ready, after three," Amos said. He started counting slowly from one. After two, Mr. Weasley noticed Harry's hand wasn't on, so he shouted at him. Harry looked around surprised, and put his hand on top of the boot, right as Amos said three. The entire group started spinning as we were plucked into the air. We spun around several times, I was surprised I hadn't let go yet.
"Let go," Mr. Weasley shouted.
"WHAT?" Hermione, Alexa, Sage, Jennifer, and I all yelled.
"Let go," he said again. Harry was the first one to get the hint, and let go immediately. The rest of us got the idea, and let go as well, falling through the air. Oh my God, why did I let go! I shouted in my mind, screaming while I fell. Suddenly, I hit the ground with a thud, near Harry. All around me, people started hitting the ground. I sat up slowly, my wound stinging. I looked around, and saw three people like, floating in the air. Of course, it was Mr. Weasley, Amos, and Cedric. Stupid heads, I thought.
"I bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?" Mr. Weasley said as he landed. I stood up slowly, and looked around. Everybody, but Harry, who was currently being helped up by Cedric, was standing up and heading up the hill. I took Harry's hand and we walked up to the top of the hill and stopped. There was a huge field, with hundreds of tents set up every few feet.
"Well kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup," Mr. Weasley said. We started walking through the crowds of people, looking for our tent. We walked for awhile, the Diggory's breaking off to find their own tent, til we found ours.
"Home sweet home," Mr. Weasley said, pulling the side flap open for us. We walked inside, despite its small size. I knew it had to be enchanted somehow. I was right. Inside it was massive. It would easily hold the whole lot of us. Us girls found where our bunks were, and claimed them quickly. Once we had, I plopped down on the couch, just as Harry walked in amazed. Three full years of magic, and stuff like this still surprises him?
"I love magic," he said, sitting down next to me.