"Well, kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!"
Y/N POV
"Harry! Wake up!" I said, shaking him.
Harry shot up from his bed, taking deep breaths. He was sweating like crazy.
"Are you alright?" I asked while he grabbed his glasses.
"Y/n! Sorry, bad dream." He said.
Harry looked over at Hermione, who was standing behind me.
"Hermione? When did you get here?" Harry asked.
"Just now, you?" She asked.
"Last night." Harry answered.
Hermione then walked over to Ron's bed.
"Wake up! Wake up, Ronald!" Hermione whisper/ yelled.
Ron opened his eyes, and once he saw Hermione, his eyes widened.
"Bloody hell!" He said frantically.
"Honestly, get dressed." Hermione said.
"And don't go back to sleep." I continued.
Ron started to daze off again.
"Come on, Ron! You're mother says breakfast is ready!" Hermione yelled.
Ron laid back down and sighed.
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"Ron, where are we actually going?" Harry asked Ron as we started to walk.
"Don't know." Ron said. "Hey, Dad. Where are we going?"
"Haven't the foggiest. Keep up!" Mr. Weasley said.
Ron and Harry desperately tried to keep up with us. I could tell they were tired.
"Arthur! It's about time, son." A familiar voice called out. I swore I've heard it before.
"Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." Mr. Weasley said.
I glanced over at Harry and Ron, slightly giggling.
"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me and Mr. Clearwater at the Ministry." Mr. Weasley said.
Mr. Diggory gasped.
"Y/n? I haven't seen you in ages!" He said, coming up and shaking my hand. "Look how beautiful you are!"
I blushed and thanked him.
Out of nowhere a boy hopped down from the tree above us.
"And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Yes, sir." Cedric said.
"Hey, Cedric." I said and smiled.
"Y/n! It's so nice to see you again." Cedric said, hugging me.
"Alright, let's hurry along now, this way!" Mr. Diggory said.
Hermione and Ginny then caught up to me.
"Cedric is very attractive." Ginny whispered to me.
"Very." Hermione said, smirking.
We began walking up a hill of grass, and at the top was an old boot.
"Yes, it's just over there!" Mr. Diggory said. "Shall we?"
"Oh, yeah. We don't want to be late." Mr. Weasley said.
"Come on. Nearly there now. Get yourself into a good position." Mr Diggory said.
We all circled around the boot.
"Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?" Harry asked.
"That isn't just any manky old boot. It's a Portkey." The twins said in unison.
"Time to go!" Mr. Weasley said.
I laid down on the ground and grabbed the boot.
"What's a Portkey?!" Harry asked.
"Just grab onto it!" I said, grabbing Harry's hand and laying it on the boot.
"Ready! After three. One...two...three!" Mr. Diggory yelled.
We all began to spin faster then I ever have before.
"Let go kids!" Mr. Weasley said.
"What?!" Hermione and I yelled.
"Let go!" He repeated.
I let go, and started screaming as I was falling.
I then impacted the ground very hard. Then came Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the Twins.
"Ow." I said, grabbing my shoulder.
Surely enough, Mr. Weasley, Cedric, and Mr. Diggory, were floating down gently.
"How...?" I said to myself.
"I bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?" Mr. Diggory said, chuckling.
I got up and dusted my pants. We then began to walk again.
"How much further?" I asked Cedric.
"Just up this hill." He said.
As we finished walking up the hill, what I saw was breathtaking.
"Well, kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!" Mr. Weasley announced.
"Wow." I said amazed.
"Stay together! Come on girls, keep up!" Mr. Diggory said.
I ran up to Cedric and linked arms with him. The last thing I wanted to do was to get lost.
I looked around at everyone. They were all so happy. There were wizards flying on broomsticks, one going right over us, causing all of us to duck.
"Parting of ways, I think, old chap." Mr. Diggory said.
"See you at the match!" Mr. Weasley said, shaking his hand.
"Cedric, come on." He said.
"Goodbye." Cedric said and smiled kindly.
"See you later." I said and waved.
"Y/n, have I ever told you how lucky you are?" Hermione said.
I giggled.
We walked up to a small tent, that looked like it could only fit one person.
Harry and I gave each other confused looks.
"Home sweet home." Mr. Weasley said, opening up the tent.
I shrugged and walked inside, and boy was I wrong. This tent could fit 30 people. Maybe even more!
"Wow!" I said in awe.
"Girls, choose a bunk and unpack." Mr. Weasley said.
Hermione, Ginny, and I ran to a bunk and squealed.
"Ron, get out of the kitchen! We're all hungry." Mr Weasley said.
I laughed at Ron and his obsession with food. But then again, who doesn't love food?
"Yeah, get out of the kitchen, Ron!" The Twins said in unison.
"Feet off the table!" Mr. Weasley said.
"Feet off the table!" They said, once again in unison.
I walked up to Harry, who was still in awe.
"I love magic." He said.
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"Blimey, Dad. How far up are we?" Ron asked.
"Well, put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first to know." A familiar snobby voice said.
I looked down and found Draco and his father just below us.
"Father and I are in the Minister's box! By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!" Draco bragged.
"Don't boast, Draco." His father said, hitting him in the chest with his cane. I linked eyes with Draco, causing his to widen. I guess he didn't see me.
"There's no need with these people...except for you, y/n. Why don't you come sit with us?" Mr. Malfoy asked me.
"Thank you for the offer, but no. I actually like the rain." I said and smirked.
We then turned around, but Harry was stopped.
"Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can." Lucius said suspiciously.
What does he mean?
I suddenly got very worried, but shook it off. This is going to be a fun night and I'm not going to let Draco's stupid father ruin it for us.
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"Come on up! Take your seats. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for." Mr. Weasley said.
"Come on!" George yelled. He had a green and white scarf, hat, and his face had a clover on it. Yup, definitely an Irish fan.
I stood in between Harry and Hermione, looking out at the stadium. Out of nowhere, the Irish team flies above our heads.
"It's the Irish! There's Troy! And Mullet! And Moran! Fred and George yelled.
"Here come the Bulgarians!" I yelled.
"Who's that?" Ginny asked me, pointing to a boy doing tricks on his broom.
"That right there, is Viktor Krum." I said in awe. "He's the best Seeker in the world."
"Krum! Krum! Krum!" The crowd cheered.
"Good evening! As Minester for Magic, it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!" Cornelius Fudge said.
"Let the match...begin!"
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"Care to dance, m'lady?" Fred asked me.
"I would love to." I said and giggled.
I danced around with Fred and George, laughing.
"There's no one like Krum." Ron announced.
"Krum? Dumb Krum?" George asked.
"Krum is a god from the heavens." I said, dramatically.
Ron smiled and me, then continued.
"He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete. He's an artist." He said.
"I think you're in love, Ron." Ginny said.
I laughed.
"Shut up." He spat.
"Viktor, I love you." Fred sang.
"Viktor, I do." George continued.
"When we're apart my heart beats only for you." Harry joined in.
I started to hear loud screams from the outside of the tent.
"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." George said.
"Stop! Stop it! It's not the Irish. We've gotta get out of here. Now!" Mr. Weasley said.
We ran out of the tent, and I immediately saw people running everywhere. Fire was burning multiple tents, causing everyone to freak out.
"Get out, it's the Death Eaters!" A man screamed.
"Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together!" Mr. Weasley said sternly.
"Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility." He said.
"You four stick together!" He said to Harry, Ron, Hermione and I. "Go!"
Hermione and Ron took off, with me behind them. I stopped when I realized Harry wasn't with me.
"Harry!" I yelled.
He looked at me then started running.
People were pushing and shoving, like a wave. I was split up from everyone. I was suddenly pushed over, and stepped on multiple times.
Someone then came to me and helped me up.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked worriedly.
"Y-yeah." I said.
"Come on, we have to leave now." Draco said.
"What about your dad? Where is he?" I asked.
"He has a job to do...forget him let's go." He said, taking my hand and leading me away from the crowd.