We got up bright and early, like Mrs. Weasley said we'd be doing, and Ron was the most stubborn to wake. It took Hermione threatening to get his mum and Ginny jumping on his bed to get him up. Fred and George were already in the kitchen eating breakfast, looking like they were still half asleep. I ate a bit of toast but that's all I ate because all I could think about was the dream of the old man going into an old mansion and going up some steps and into a room with a fire place, where Wormtail was taking care of Voldemort, and then there was another man there, someone I didn't recognize. I don't know which is worse: dreams about Voldemort or dreams about Uncle Vernon beating me. "Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, I'm just not very hungry." I said shrugging. Everyone stared at me concerned but didn't say anything further on it, which I'm grateful for. I wasn't really in the mood for talking about it. I hope no one else finds out about what happens in the Dursley home. It's embarrassing and humiliating enough that the Weasleys and Hermione found out, I don't need anyone else to find out. If just one person at Hogwarts found out, then the whole school would know about it by the end of the day and I'd never hear the end of it. I thought miserably.
"Everyone ready?" Mr. Weasley asked thirty minutes later, when everyone had finished eating. We all nodded and then we followed him out of the house. We walked for a very long time. We went through a village too.
"Where are we going?" I asked Ron curiously. We were at the back of the group.
"Hey Dad, where are we going?" Ron asked in response.
"Not much longer, boys," was the only answer we got and then we went back to our silent demeanor. We were all too tired to talk. I was still thinking about the dream I had had. I'm starting to get worried. Does this mean Voldemort is coming back? I should probably tell Dumbledore about this, but will he believe me? Maybe... We finally stopped, when we got to the top of a steep hill. I wanted to collapse on the ground but we couldn't because it seemed that Mr. Weasley was looking for something.
"We've got it over here, Arthur!" A voice said getting our attention.
"Amos, how wonderful it is to see you." Mr. Weasley said grinning and walking over to the man. "Everyone, this is Amos Diggory and," Cedric jumped out of a tree that he was in. "This strapping young man must be Cedric."
"Sir." Cedric said shaking his hand. I didn't really pay attention much until Mr. Diggory noticed me.
"Merlin's beard it's Harry Potter!" I sighed inwardly. Then he went on about how Cedric is a better flier than I am and Cedric proceeded to be modest and all that stuff. Thankfully, Mr. Weasley intervened.
"Would you look at the time? It's about time for us to go, Amos."
"Alright." Then the others proceeded to gather around this mangy old boot.
"Um, why are we gathering around a mangy old boot?" I asked curiously.
"It's not just any old mangy old boot, it's a Port Key." Fred said as he put his finger on it. I didn't grab on until the very last minute when Mr. Weasley yelled my name. Soon everything was spinning and I felt as if something was pulling on me.
"Kids, let go!" Mr. Weasley said after awhile.
"What?" A few of us asked alarmed.
"Let go!" He ordered. We did as he said and the next thing I know, I'm on the ground, groaning in pain. Mr. Diggory, Mr. Weasley, and Cedric came down easily. Mr. Diggory chuckled.
"I bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?" No, but it made the pain from the beating come back. I thought as I staggered to my feet, with the help of Cedric.
"Thanks." I said smiling weakly. He smiled and walked off to catch up with his father, not seeming to notice the pained expression on my face. I could feel the bruises pulsing.
"Are you alright, Mate?" Fred and George asked with concerned expressions.
"Peachy." I muttered grimacing as I rubbed my sore ribs.
"Right, stupid question." They muttered.
"Sorry." I said feeling bad for snapping at them. They were only worried.
"Don't worry about it." They said grinning.
"Kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup." Mr. Weasley said proudly. I looked around amazed that they could keep such a huge place hidden from the Muggles for such a long time. We followed Mr. Weasley to a booth of some sort where a man stood there. I noticed that he was Muggle and I could tell by the faraway look in his eyes; the result of being Confunded. I had to help Mr. Weasley with the money and the Muggle seemed to come out of his daze and then a ministry worker showed up and Confunded the man again.