It was the day of the Quidditch World Cup, and Harry was being plagued by one of his nightmares, which hasn't had since last summer. This time he saw an old man being murdered by a weakened form of Voldemort. He also saw Voldemort's snake, Nagini, and a man that he didn't recognize. He woke up with his scar throbbing in pain. He looked up and saw Hermione looking at him, Ron was still asleep. "It's your scar, isn't it?" she asked. Harry nodded his head, and put on his glasses, then took some clothes with him to the bathroom to get dressed.
After he got dressed, he went to go wake up Ron, but when he entered the room, Ron was already awake. "Mom came and woke me up." Ron said sleepily, as he was getting dressed. The two boys went downstairs to the kitchen to find everybody else dressed, and ready to go, except for Mrs. Weasley. "Mrs. Weasley aren't you coming with us?" Harry asked. She shook her head, and said "Bill and Charlie's coming for a visit, so I'm going to stay here with them."
Harry went to Sirius, and told him "Sirius I need to talk to you in private." He and Sirius walked to the drawing room, and when Harry closed the door, Sirius asked "what is it Harry?" Harry replied "Sirius, I've been having my usual nightmares, and I woke up and my scar was on fire. In my dream, I saw Voldemort, or what's left of him, and some other man I didn't know." Sirius looked at Harry with fatherly concern, and said "Harry, you should tell Dumbledore when you get to the castle when school starts. He'll know what to do, but until then you be careful Harry." He then gave Harry one of his fatherly smiles, and they returned to breakfast with the others.
After a hearty breakfast made by Mrs. Weasley, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Ginny, Sirius, and Courtney, started on their way to the Quidditch World Cup. They went to the drawing room, where everyone got around an old boot. "Why are we standing around an manky, old boot?" Harry asked, and Mr. Weasley replied "It's how we're getting to the site of the Quidditch World Cup. This is a portkey." Everyone touched the boot, and Harry experienced a tug behind his navel, then he felt his knees hit hard ground a second later. "Ow, that really smarts." Harry said, picking himself off the ground. He looked around and saw that everybody except for Mr. Weasley, Sirius, and Courtney were picking themselves up off of the ground.
"Well that was bloody fantastic." muttered Ron under his breath, as the group started walking to the Quidditch World Cup fairgrounds. They stopped in front of two Ministry wizards, who were checking names off of the lists. "Name?" said the one the right, who looked very strict and official. "Arthur Weasley." Mr Weasley replied. The man looked at the list, and said "your tents are on the far side of the field, close to the entrance of the World Cup." Mr. Weasley nodded, and the group walked to the far side of the field.
"Here we are," Mr. Weasley started saying "tents ten and eleven. Girls in number eleven, and guys in number ten." The group split as Harry and the rest of the males went in tent ten. He was wondering how they were all going to fit into a small tent, but that worry was quickly casted aside when he saw the inside of the tent. It was like a small house, and Harry said "I love magic." They had to wait for four hours for the match to start, and in those four hours Harry was constantly getting beaten by Ron in Wizard Chess, Fred and George were doing something in the corner, and Mr. Weasley and Sirius were enjoying Butterbeer and talking about good times. They left out of the tent at the end of four hours, and waited for the girls to come out. When that happened, they all went to the Top Box, so they could watch the game. They arrived at the Top Box after a little over ten minutes, where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were met with a nasty surprise.