Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter because if I did Fred, Nymphadora, Remus, and Sirius would still be alive.

This is my first multiple chapter Harry Potter fanfic and I hope you like it.

PS: Sorry if I'm missing a few letters in my spelling. My P, M, O, and L keys don't want to work right now.

Also tell me if you like my OC. I came up with her on the spot and just let her take her own form.

Isadora DaVita and the Goblet of Fire

I could feel someone shaking me by my shoulders, but I just waved them off and turned on my side. I was fairly aware of that same person shouting my name, but I again just waved them off. I was fully aware when I felt like I was taking a shower.

I sputtered and shot up, glaring at whomever it was that attacked me. I saw Hermione Granger (my best friend) standing over me with her wand. I didn't know whether to be shocked that she actually just did that or the fact that she had used magic out of school.

Keep in mind that this was the same girl who couldn't function without a rule book.

"Bloody hell Hermione! You didn't have to drown me!" I hissed at her.

"You need to get ready. Mrs. Weasley has breakfast done," she told me with one of her famous glares.

I glared right back and threw the blanket off of me. Muttering to myself, I peeled my soaked pajamas off and grabbed the outfit I had already set out the night before.

I decided with Hermione's and the Ginny's help on dark wash short shorts, purple graphic tee, and matching converse. I quickly brushed out my hair and pulled it into a tight ponytail.

"Don't be so mad Isa, your hair is changing colors again," Hermione told me.

I grabbed my mirror and looked to see her telling the truth. I looked like a bloody chameleon! It went from snow white to fiery red to coal black all in a matter of five seconds.

I started to take deep breaths and felt my heart stop beating so much. That was what sucked about being a metamorphmagus: strong feeling make you go wild. That sucked since I was a) a teenager b) best friend to Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley and c) had a crush on Harry that I was slowly trying to get over.

I looked in the mirror again and let out a sigh of relief when it went back to its dark brown.

"What color should I do today?" I asked Hermione who was sitting on her bed and watching me get ready.

"Turquoise," she said.

I nodded and turquoise streaks went through my hair. I nodded at myself with one final look and then stood up.

"Why did you and Ginny pick out these shorts? They're so short," I complained. They knew I didn't like this kind of stuff.

"Because you have amazing legs and you need to show them off," she answered smugly.

I glared at her with my arms crossed before sighing and walking down to the dining room where mostly everybody was already eating.

I got a few catcalls from the twins, Charlie, and Bill when I sat down. Percy was giving me a disapproving look and Arthur just nodded at me from his newspaper.

"And where have those been my entire life?" Bill asked me.

"Under my tutu when I was seven," I replied.

I knew he was only joking. This is what we did when he came back.

I was so excited I could barely eat. We were going t the Quidditch World Cup! Now like Hermione I wasn't the biggest fan of Quidditch, but I found it fascinating.

xxXXxx

We set off after everyone was finished eating. Bill, Charlie, and Percy would meet up with us later. Lucky for me, Mrs. Weasley was still mad with Fred and George so I didn't even get a second glance.

I had no idea where Arthur was taking us to, but I was too busy talking with Hermione.

"Harry's eyes haven't left you since we left," she whispered to me.

I slyly looked over at Harry and Ronald to see that the brown haired witch was correct.

I quickly turned my head and giggled with her. She had known about my crush on Harry since the previous year and never left me alone about it. I knew she wouldn't push me into it though.

I stood up straight and turned to Harry. "See something you like?"

Embarrassed that he had been caught staring at me; he went pink and turned to Ronald.

I giggled again with Hermione when he did that.

"Hey Dad! Where are we going?" Ron called to his father.

"Haven't the foggiest, keep up!" Mr. Weasley shouted back.

That was nice to know. We came upon an older man and a very good-looking young man behind him. I could see Ginny gawking at him.

"He is yummy," I whispered to Hermione.

"Arthur! It's about time!" the man said. He seemed…impatient.

"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start. This is Amos Diggory everyone, works with me at the ministry," he introduced.

His last name sounded so familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on it. The boy behind him looked like I had seen him from somewhere, but I couldn't think of where.

"And this strapping young man must be Cedric, am I right?" Mr. Weasley inquired.

Of course! Cedric Diggory goes to Hogwarts too and he is captain of the Hufflepuff quidditch team.

"Yes sir," he said. I swear I could melt at the sound of his voice.

"He's a seventh year Isa! You're only thirteen," Hermione hissed.

I raised my eyebrow and looked at her. Turning back around, I saw him looking at me. Realizing he had been caught red-handed, he smirked at me. I smirked back at him and then looked at Hermione.

"Fourteen, my birthday was five days ago. Besides I'm mature for my age," I said and she just shook her head with a smile on her face.

"Merlin's beard, you're Harry Potter," Mr. Diggory said staring at Harry. Harry looked so uncomfortable that I felt bad for him. He forced a smile when Mr. Diggory started talking to him.

"Yes sir," he said.

"Great, great pleasure," he said.

"Pleasure to meet you too sir," he said and when Mr. Diggory turned around he glared at Cedric.

I raised a questioning eyebrow to him mouthed out if he was okay. He just shook his head and shrugged. I knew I had a confused look on my face and when I turned back to Hermione, she was smiling.

"What was that?" I asked her.

"Nothing Isa nothing at all," she answered.

I was so confused. I felt like I was left out of the loop. I just shrugged and turned back.

"That's it! Just over there!" Arthur shouted.

He was pointing to an old boot that should belong in the trash. I inwardly moaned. Portkeys weren't exactly my favorite way of transportation. It was just another way for me to embarrass myself by falling flat on my butt and in front of Cedric.

"Shall we? We don't want to be late," Mr. Diggory said.

"Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?" I heard Harry ask as we knelt down by the boot.

"That isn't just any manky old boot, mate," one of the twins said.

"It's a portkey," the other finished with Fred kneeling beside me and winking. I giggled and smiled at him. I grabbed onto a part of the boot along with everyone else.

"One… two…," Mr. Diggory counted.

"Harry!" Arthur shouted, and Harry quickly put his hand on the boot.

"Three!" he finished and we were off.

We were suddenly flying through the air. I loved that feeling of weightlessness.

"Let go kids!" Mr. Weasley shouted over the roaring in our ears.

"What!" Hermione shrieked. She had obviously never traveled by portkey before.

"Let! Go!" he shouted again and I was the first to release my grip on the boot. The others followed soon after.

xxXXxx

I groaned as I sat up and spots swam in front of my eyes. I waited until they cleared before looking at the others. They were all slowly sitting up except we were missing three. I turned back around to see Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric doing this walking thing as they slowly descended.

You know at that moment I should have been scrambling to stand up to avoid any further embarrassment, but I just sat there on my butt and waited for them to come to me.

Cedric offered me his hand and I gladly took it. Apparently he underestimated his own strength and how light I really was because he pulled me up and I went face first into his chest. His rock solid chest. Godric, why didn't I talk to this boy before!

"Sorry about that," he apologized. I might melt because this boy is beyond hot. He was dangerous to be around, but then again I've almost died three years in a row. I liked a little excitement.

"No problem, thanks actually," I told him trying not to let my beating heart take control.

Hermione cleared her throat which made me pull away and give her a dirty look.

"Thanks again Cedric," I said turning back to the hot seventh year.

"Anytime Isadora," he said winking at me before walking to catch up with his father.

"See you at the match," Mr. Diggory said before leaving with his son.

I sighed as I watched Cedric walk away before Hermione led me towards where the Weasleys were going with her arm around my shoulders. "What about Harry?" she asked when she knew they couldn't hear us.

"What about him?" I questioned.

"The kiss?" she reminded.

I groaned as I remembered the events of last year. Besides the fact that we helped Sirius Black go on the run and we found out that a murderer had been with the Weasleys for 12 years, there was another problem that we hadn't quite yet solved.

Emotions were already running high and one day Harry and I had gotten into a little row over the broom he had gotten for Christmas. In the heat of the moment Harry might have kissed me and I might have kissed him back.

"It was just a little kiss," I told her.

Only Hermione knew about the kiss. Not even Ron knew what had happened between Harry and I. It was already pretty awkward without ickle Ronnikins spreading it around the school.

"I thought we weren't going to mention that again," I hissed.

"You two can't just ignore the fact that it happened," she hissed back.

"We already have. It was a onetime thing because we let our hormones get the best of us," I explained.

She was about to reply before Mr. Weasley called out cheerfully, "Home sweet home!"

"End of discussion," I told her.

We stepped inside of the tent and I was definitely surprised. The tent was kind of small on the outside, but when you went inside it was pretty big. There was a couch, cots, a kitchenette, a bathroom, and chairs.

"Why don't we pick our bunks?" Mr. Weasley suggested. "And Isadora your hair is pink."

I looked to Hermione for confirmation and she nodded. I groaned and went over towards the girls' side of the tent. I had embarrassed myself in front of Cedric and nobody even told me.

"It's not that bad actually," Ginny told me.

"It's bubblegum pink!" I cried.

"Not anymore, it's red," Hermione said.

I put my hands on my face and sighed. I couldn't look at myself right now.

"What about now?" I asked.

"Did you want green streaks?" Ginny asked.

"I hate being a metamorphmagus," I cried.

"You just need to learn how to control it," Hermione reassured me.

I nodded and tried to regulate my breathing. I was going to start freaking out. I looked like a bloody Christmas tree!

"What about now?" I asked after ten seconds.

"Like it was this morning," Ginny told me.

xxXXxx

I had painted a glittering green shamrock on my cheek and had green streaks in my hair. I even had a white and green scarf around my neck. In case you couldn't tell, I was rooting for the Irish.

"Look at you," Fred said spinning me around.

I blushed and smiled. I looked up and saw Harry looking at me. I smiled at him and he smiled back. Godric he was so cute and his lips are so soft. Get a hold of yourself Isadora.

"Why didn't Sophie come?" I asked the twins who were sporting orange, white, and green face paint.

"She's sending the summer with her uncle," George told me.

I didn't blame her. If I had found a family member when I thought I had none, I would have wanted to send as much time with them as possible even if he was a werewolf.

The twins looked like they missed her terribly though. Then again, she had a track record almost as bad as them. They were an inseparable trio.

I took their arms and smiled at them before heading off to the match with the rest of the Weasleys. I couldn't let them be all sad on an amazing night like tonight.