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wildest dreams
VOLUME I

CHAPTER TWO

I woke up to something tickling my nose. When I opened my eyes, I realized it was Fred, tickling my nose with a feather. I pushed him away with a loud groan, swooping my head under the covers, cursing his name.

"GO AWAY !" I yelled, still sleepy.

"I'm not sure she's awake" whispered Fred.

"YES I AM, YOU GIT !"

"Well, will you get your lazy arse out of bed ?" he sighed.

I sighed loudly, peaking outside the covers to see them fully dressed, and I suddenly realized what day it was.

"IT'S TODAY !" I said, jumping out of my bed.

"IT'S TODAY !" they yelled back.

We couldn't contain our excitement, and all starting dancing around Ginny's room – thankfully, both she and Hermione were already up.

"ALL OF YOU, SHUT IT !" yelled a voice that I recognized to be Ron's, from next door.

He had never been much of a morning person.

"Mom made breakfast, you should hurry" George told me.

I nodded, and chased them out of the room so I could get changed. I slipped into my favorite black jeans and my green Ireland Team tee-shirt (a gift from my uncle, of course) and I put on a denim jacket because it looked cold outside. After brushing my hair, I ran downstairs, eager to get going. I was grinning from ear to ear. This would be one of the greatest days of my life, I was sure of it.

When I entered the kitchen, the Weasleys were talking about splinching. I shivered.

"… prefer brooms – slower, but safer."

"But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it ?"

"Charlie had to take the test twice" said Fred with a smile. "He failed the first time. Appareated five miles…"

I made my way to the twins, smiling at George who was quietly looking at me.

"Your shoelaces are undone" he said.

I looked down at my shoes – he was right. I bent down to lace them.

"Thanks, Forge" I smiled at him when I was done.

He winked at me. I strangely felt like blushing.

"Yes, well, he passed the second time" Molly said as she came back from the kitchen.

"Percy only passed it two weeks ago" George replied. "He's been Apparating downstairs every morning since, just to prove he can."

I chuckled, and sat down to get some breakfast. As I was eating a piece of toast, I watched the twins as they exchanged a few whispers. I knew exactly what they are talking about – they were bringing a few Ton-Tongue Toffees to the Cup. I had a few in my pockets too, but even they didn't know. Just a precaution.

"George !" suddenly yelled Molly.

"What ?" he responded, in a false innocent tone.

I bit my lip, holding back a laugh. Charlie shot me a look, but I shrugged.

"What is that in your pocket ?" she snapped in a threatening voice.

"Nothing !"

"Don't you lie to me ! Accio !"

As soon as Molly waved her wand, the small silver candies flew out of George's pockets who tried to grab them, failing miserably.

"We told you to destroy them ! We told you to get rid of the lot ! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you !"

It took several minutes for Molly to manage to get all the Toffees that the twins had on them. I observed the scene quietly, eating my breakfast, very glad that I had taken my precaution. But I didn't say anything, just in case Molly might suspect me too. She then proceeded to throw the candies in the garbage. Fred and George looked devastated.

"We spent six months developing those !" Fred shouted.

"Oh, a fine way to spend six months ! No wonder you didn't get more OWLS !"

The looks on Fred and George's faces darkened. I felt bad. I knew how they felt about their mother always comparing them to their brothers. They always acted like they didn't care, but deep down, they just wanted to prove themselves to her, prove their value, and make her proud. I always told them it would come with time, but they always shrugged it off.

When Molly was done throwing away the Toffees, I grabbed my bag and ran after the twins who had gone outside. They were waiting near the path that leaded to the forest, looking grim. I hated seeing them like this – fortunately, I had something that surely would lift up their spirits.

"Stop looking so bloody grim" I told them, smiling.

"We spent months working on those, Addy" Fred groaned.

"I know."

"All that time, and for what ? They were our last. We're back to scratch now" George added.

"Well, I don't know about that" I said.

The twins stared at me, frowning. I couldn't help but grin harder, holding back a laugh.

"What does that mean ?" they asked in unison, eyes narrowed.

I bit my lip, wanting the suspense to last a little longer. But I was too excited, so I looked around to make sure Molly couldn't see me from the window and took out the few Toffees I had hid in my pockets. The twins' eyes widened at the sight.

"Wicked !" they said.

"How did you manage that ?" George asked.

I shrugged, putting the Toffees back in my pockets.

"I took some this morning. I just had a feeling."

"Brilliant, Addy, quite brilliant. Mom would never suspect you, after all, she thinks you are still the innocent and well-behaved person you were years ago" Fred said.

"Yeah, for some reason, she doesn't realize that you are now as evil and monstrous as us…" George nodded.

"Wow, thanks, George, for calling me a monster. That's the nicest thing you've ever said."

"Anytime" he said.

"You guys make me sick" Fred groaned.

I smiled, feeling like blushing for the second time that day. This couldn't become a habit. Fortunately, I was saved by Arthur and the others as they came out of the Burrow. We then started walking to Stoateshead Hill, where we were supposed to take the Portkey to the World Cup.

Once we got there, Arthur asked us to look around and try to find said Portkey – but nobody had any idea of what it might be.

"It could take bloody forever" I moaned. "What if we miss the Cup ?"

"Don't be silly, Addy, of course we won't miss the Cup. We'll find it in no time, I'm sure" Arthur stated.

He sounded confident, but I couldn't help but notice he only looked half-convinced.

"Don't worry, I will never let that happen" Charlie chuckled beside me.

"I don't know what I would do without you" I told him.

He laughed, and we started looking around.

It had been a few minutes, and we still had nothing. I was starting to get nervous when we heard screaming from the other side of the hill.

"Over here, Arthur ! Over here, son, we've got it."

I sighed in relief, and we all walked to the source of the voice. There we found two people – one I didn't know and the other I immediately recognized.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric ?" Arthur declared.

"Hi" said Cedric with a smile.

I smiled faintly at him. Not that I had anything against him personally – no, but I was still bitter at the memory of Hufflepuff defeating Gryffindor last year. And I felt like it was a bit of my duty to dislike the players of the other teams when it came to Quidditch at Hogwarts.

"Long walk, Arthur ?" Amos asked.

"Not too bad. We live just on the other side of the village there. You ?"

I half-listened to the conversation as I turned to George, whispering in his ear.

"This year, we'll destroy him" I said.

"Crush him" he nodded.

I smiled and held back a chuckle.

"All these yours, Arthur ?"

"Oh, no, only the redheads" Arthur answered. "This is Adelaide, a friend of Fred and George's –"

I shivered. I hated it when people called me 'Adelaide'.

"Just Addy – nice to meet you."

"- and this is Hermione, a friend of Ron's, and Harry, another friend…"

"Merlin's beard ! Harry ? Harry Potter ?" Amos exclaimed.

"Er – yeah."

"Ced's talked about you, of course. Told us all about playing against you last year… I said to him, I said 'Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will…You beat Harry Potter !"

A silence followed. I raised an eyebrow, glaring at Cedric who seemed a bit uneasy.

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

"Yes, but you didn't fall off, didn't you ?"

I stared down at the ground, feeling as uncomfortable as annoyed.

"Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman… but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh ? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier !"

I felt my blood drain out of my face, but Arthur saved the day by quickly changing the subject.

"Must be nearly time" he said. "Do you know whether we're waiting for any more, Amos ?"

I glanced at Fred and George, who were scowling. I wanted to say something, but we quickly had to gather around the Portkey, which was an old boot. I ended up next to Cedric, who gave me a small smile, and I tried to do the same, but I felt that my smile wasn't very convincing.

"Three… two… one…"

I felt myself being pulled back, and I wanted to scream, but before I had time to do so I fell back on the ground, landing half on the cold grass, and half on Fred.

"Blimey, Addy !" he groaned.

"Sorry…"

I stood up, offering him my hand.

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