AUTHORS NOTE :P

I feel very stupid.

Roxie reviewed on the last chapter asking where Total was.

I freaking forgot about Total.

I'm so used not writing about him that he completely slipped my mind. I am very sorry.

God, I'm an idiot...

Okay, so lets just say Total was in the last chapter, being a normal dog. No one knows he can talk yet.

I apologize for being so stupid. Won't happen again. I hope.

Thanks Roxie, for pointing it out.

Now to answer some reviews...

Arkell26: I'm not sure. I won't let it go for too long without updating, though.

AnikaandAj: I couldn't agree with you more :D

Anyway, here's the second chapter.

Oh, yeah and Happy Easter!

Enjoy!

-Rach ;)

Max's POV

It felt like I had just fallen asleep when I was being shaken awake by Mrs Weasley.

"Time to get up, Max," she said, she whispered, moving over to wake Hermione, who was sleeping in my room. I sat up, yawning and stretching. I looked out my window and groaned. It was still dark outside.

Hermione climbed out of her camp bed, half asleep. "I'll leave you to get dressed. Be quick," Mrs Weasley said, walking out of my room.

Silently, too tired to talk, Hermione and I got dressed. I pulled on black skinny jeans, a plain purple sleeveless top, and a baggy hoodie. Hermione was wearing blue jeans and a red sweater.

Just as I was running a brush through my hair, the door opened and Nudge, Ginny and Angel stumbled in, followed by the small black Scottie Total, their eyes heavy with sleep.

"Max, will you button up my shirt? Nudge is too tired and she keeps messing it up," Angel said sweetly, her huge, innocent blue eyes gazing at me. "Of course sweetie," I said bending down and buttoning up her shirt. "Thanks," she said when I was finished.

I turned around and saw Nudge lying on my bed, fast asleep again. Out of all the flock, she's the hardest to wake up. "Nudge, wake up. Get out of my bed," I said. She slept on, Total lying down beside her.

"I'll wake her up," Angel said, sitting beside Nudge on the bed. I waited for her to do something, but Angel just stared at Nudge, concentrating. "Sweetie, what are you-?" I started, but Angel said, "Shh." Then she kept staring at Nudge.

After another seconds, Nudge started stirring, then she woke up. Me and Hermione stared at Angel, eyes wide. "How did you do that?" Ginny asked, jaw hanging open. "I just, well, you know... thought to Nudge to wake up. And she did," Angel said as if it wasn't a big deal.

"You thought to her. To wake up," I said. Angel nodded. "So, you, like, controlled Nudge?" I asked.

"I wouldn't say controlled," Angel said. What she would call it, we wouldn't know, because at that moment, Mrs Weasley came back into my room. "Girls, hurry on. The boys are all downstairs. You've got to eat quickly, then leave." She patted her leg and Total bounded off my bed and followed Mrs Weasley.

We walked out after her, Nudge wide awake. I was eyeing Angel suspiciously. Had her mind reading powers expanded? Was she now able to control people, using her mind? Were the rest of the flock going to get new abilities?

We walked down the stairs into the kitchen. Harry, Ron, Fang, Iggy, the Gasman, and Fred and George were already sitting at the table, eating breakfast. Starving, I sat down beside Harry, helping myself to a plate full of toast and eggs.

"Why do we have to get up so early?" Ginny asked, rubbing her eyes.

"We've got a bit to walk," Mr Weasley said.

"We're walking to the World Cup?" Nudge asked.

"No, no," Mr Weasley said, "It's miles away. We only need to walk a short way. It's very difficult for large numbers of our kind to get together and go unnoticed by Muggles. We have to be careful about the way we travel, and with something as huge as the Quidditch World Cup..."

"George!" Mrs Weasley suddenly shouted, and everyone jumped.

"What?" George said, trying to look innocent.

"What's that in your pocket?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me!" Mrs Weasley said, pulling out her wand and pointing it at George's pocket. "Accio!" she said. Several, small, brightly colored objects zoomed from George's pocket. He made an effort to grab them, but missed and they went right into Mrs Weasley's hand.

"We told you to destroy them!" Mrs Weasley said madly, holding up all the Ton-Tongue Toffees. "We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets! The two of you!"

It wasn't a nice scene. The twins had stuffed their pockets full of as many Ton-Tongue Toffees as they could.

"We spent six months making them!" Fred said.

"Oh, a fine way to spend six months!" Mrs Weasley shouted, "No wonder you didn't get more OWL.s!"

Mrs Weasley even checked Iggy and Gazzy's pockets, knowing they helped Fred and George. She found another dozen joke stuff in their pockets and bags, along with some explosives.

So it wasn't a happy atmosphere when we had finished breakfast. Mrs Weasley was still fuming when Mr Weasley kissed her cheek, though not as much as the twins, who had taken their bags and walked out into the garden without a word to their mother. Iggy and the Gasman didn't seem too annoyed at Mrs Weasley. They were used to me taken their bombs away.

"Have a lovely time," Mrs Weasley called after us. "And behave yourself!" she called after the twins. "I'll send Bill, Charlie and Percy around midday," she said as the rest of us walked into the garden.

It was cold and the moon was still in the sky. Total the dog seemed to be enjoying himself. He was running around the garden, barking and growling happily at the gnomes.

Harry, who was walking beside me, started walking faster so he could catch up with Mr Weasley. Ther rest of us jogged over to join him, just as Harry was asking, "So how do all the wizards get to the World Cup without Muggles noticing?"

"It's been a massive problem," Mr Weasley said. "About a hundred thousand wizards will turn up at the World Cup, and we haven't got a space big enough for them all. There are places Muggles can't get to, but try fitting that many people into Diagon Alley, or platform nine and three-quarters. So we had to find a nice, big, deserted moore, and put as many anti-Muggle spells around it as we could. The whole Ministry's been working on it for months. Some wizards arrive at the camp two weeks before hand, and a limited number use Muggle transportation. But we can't have too many of our kind on the buses or trains or taxis. Others Apparate, and we have to set up a safe spot for them to land. For those who aren't Apparating, or can't- they use Porkeys."

"What's a Porkey?" the Gasman asked.

"They're objects that take a wizard from one spot to another at an arranged time. There have more then two hundred Porkeys placed around Britain, and the closest one to us in one top of Stoatshead Hill, so that's where we're going."

"What sort of objects are Porkeys?" Harry asked.

"Well they can be anything," Mr Weasley said. "Unobtrusive things, obviously, so Muggles don't go picking them up and playing with them. Stuff they'll think is litter."

We walked down through the village, the only sound around us were our footsteps. I itched to whip out my wings, and just fly to the World Cup, and when I asked Mr Weasley if we could, he said no because we have to stay together. So the flock walked on with the Weasley, Harry and Hermione, sulking.

"Don't worry guys," I whispered to them, "We'll get to fly together again before Hogwarts. Don't worry about it."

"And Total can come with us," Angel said, stroking the little black dog that was in her arms. "Er- yeah, of course," I said. I still didn't trust that dog. It was because of him we went back to the School in the first place. Angel went running after him, I went running after her, then we were knocked out by whitecoats. Stupid dog...

The sky was lighting very slowly, the pitch blackness turning into a dark blue. Mr Weasley kept checking his watch.

When we finally reached the hill, I turned to Mr Weasley. "Can we at least fly up that hill?" I had already looked at the surrounding houses and building. No one else as even awake yet. "Fine," Mr Weasley said, giving in. He was so much easier then Mrs Weasley. "But be careful and don't be seen!"

"Yeah, okay," Iggy said, pulling off his jumper. The rest of the flock did the same, then at the exact same time, the six of us snapped out our wings.

Mine were thirteen feet across, brown with white patches on the downy feathers. Fang and Iggy's were fourteen feet wide, but where Fang's were pitch black, the same as his hair and eyes, Iggy's were a mix of white and grey. The Gasman's wings were a light brown, whereas Angel (his sister- they were the only blood related siblings in the flock) 's were snowy white, like Harry's owl Hedwig. Out of the whole flock though, I think Nudge's wings were the most beautiful. They were eleven feet wide, and a dark tawny color, matching her mocha colored skin.

I took a running start, the flock following, and after a few steps, we flew into the air, leaving the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione staring at us on the ground. Seeing as it would take a while for them to climb the large hill, I called, "Let's fly around the village! Stay high!"

We flew up towards the clouds, looking down at the tiny village called Ottery St. Catchpole. "Whoo!" the Gasman shouted, as he dive-bombed down towards the ground, then snapped open his wings again. "Gazzy! Keep it down!" I called to him.

"Sorry!" he shouted.

But I really couldn't find it in me to get annoyed at him. The feeling of flying was just incredible. To all the people that have wished of flying, your wish makes sense. It's the best feeling in the world. You feel as light as the air around you, nothing's bothering you, there's no traffic, and you just feel...peaceful. Which means something, coming from me.

We flew for a good few minutes, before Angel said, "Max, we should get back to the hill. But there are other people there- I don't know who they are."

"That's okay," I said, trying to push down the fear of new people. "We just have to land away from the top, and climb a little bit up."

Reluctantly, the flock flew back down to the hill. We landed on the side of the hill, pulled in our wings and put our jumpers back on, then climbed up to the top.

Mr Weasley was talking to a man with a scrubby beard, and in his hand was a moldy boot. Beside the man was Cedric Diggory, a seventh year Hufflepuff at Hogwarts. He was also the Seeker and Captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team. Oh, yeah- and he was really hot. Just saying.

"Hi," Cedric said to everyone as Mr Weasley introduced us all to Cedric and his dad, Amos Diggory.

Everyone said hi back, except for Fred and George, who clearly hadn't forgiven Cedric for beating Gryffindor at the first match last year, and Fang, who just never talked unless it was important.

"Long walk, Arthur?" Amos Diggory asked. "Not too bad. We only live on the other side of the village. You?" Mr Weasley answered.

"We had to get up at two in the morning, didn't we Ced?" he said, "I tell you, I'll be glad when he has his Apparation test. Still though, it was worth it. Quidditch World Cup, isn't it? Wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons..." He looked around at everyone that was there, then asked, "All these yours, Arthur?"

"No, just the redheads," Mr Weasley said, grinning. "Molly and I adopted those six," he said, pointing at the flock, "And these are the kids friends from school, Hermione, and Harry," he said, pointing at Hermione and Harry.

"Harry..." Amos whispered, eyes widening. "Merlins beard... Harry Potter?"

"Yeah," Harry said awkwardly, blushing a small bit. I noticed Diggory's eyes going to Harry's forehead, like everyone does when they first meet Harry, to see the lightening scar that Lord Voldemort left him when he tried to kill him.

"Ced's talked about you of course," Diggory said. I saw Cedric shifting from foot to foot, looking at him dad with a strange look on his face. "Told us all about you playing against each other last year...I said to him, Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will! You beat Harry Potter!"

Harry didn't say anything, and Fred and George were scowling again. Cedric was looking embarrassed.

"Dad, I told you Harry feel off his broom," Cedric said, looking at Harry apologetically. "It was an accident."

"Yes, but you didn't fall of the broom, did you Cedric?" Diggory said, grinning proudly at his son. Could this guy get anymore annoying?

"Always modest, our Ced," Diggory went on, "Always the gentleman...but the best man won, and I'm sure Harry would agree. One man falls off his broom, and the other stays on. Doesn't take a genius to figure out whos the better flyer!"

Before I could tell him where he could stuff Cedric's broom, Mr Weasley said, "It's almost time. Are we waiting for any more, Amos?"

"Not that I know of," Diggory said, "Let's see... The Lovegood's got there last week... The Fawcett's couldn't get tickets...There aren't anymore are there?"

"I don't think so," Mr Weasley said, "Right, a minute left...Let's get ready."

Mr Weasley looked around at us. "You just have to touch it," Mr Weasley said. "Just touch it. One finger, that's all."

With difficulty, the fifteen of us crowded around the old boot. We all stood in a tight circle, the wind blowing my fringe everywhere. I was pressed in between Cedric and Harry, my index finger just barely touching the boot.

"Three..." Mr Weasley said, looking at his watch, "Two...One!"

It happened so fast; It felt like a hook just went into my stomach and I was jerked forward. My feet left the ground, and I was reminded of the time Harry and I got pulled into young Voldemort's memories through the diary he was using to possess me.

I could feel Harry and Cedric beside me, their shoulders banging into me; we were all speeding around in a wind of noise and color and then-

My feet touched the ground. Ron staggered and fell over. I looked around, realizing that everyone else was on the ground except for Mr Weasley, Cedric and Diggory.

"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill!" a voice shouted.

I know the chapter is short, and nothing really happens, but thats because... the Quidditch World Cup is next! Yay!

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