Cedric
When Mrs. Weasley came in to wake the girls up the following morning, Violet swore she had only slept for a couple of minutes. She dragged herself out of bed and began to slowly dress. The other two girls did the same next to her while yawning. Once they were done, they all grabbed their bags and headed downstairs where Mr. Weasley was lounging at the table reading the Daily Prophet. Mrs. Weasley came hurrying down the stairs muttering about how the boys better get up if they want to make the portkey. The three girls sat down at the table and Mrs. Weasley began filling plates with breakfast for them. By the time they were almost done eating, the boys finally started to descend the stairs.
“Finally!” cried Mrs. Weasley once she saw them. She pushed toast into their hands as she ushered the whole group out of the door. “Arthur, you had better get going you still have a ways to walk and Amos will be waiting,” she said before kissing him on cheek and waving goodbye to the group.
The group had been trudging along silently for 20 minutes before Ron called out, “Come on Dad, how much farther? Are we walking all the way to the world cup?”
“It’s just up the hill now,” Mr. Weasley said happily and raised his hand to wave at the two men standing at the top of the hill. One of the men raised his hand to wave back at the group slowly making their way up hill.
As the group reached the two men, Mr. Weasley smiled and shook the older man’s hand. “Amos,” he said excitedly, “it’s so nice to see you!”
“Arthur,” the man responded back, “I’m glad you made it in time. I was starting to think you wouldn’t show!”
“Some of us had a late start,” Mr. Weasley said jokingly and looking over his shoulder at the group yawning and rubbing their eyes. “Kids this is Amos Diggory, we work at the ministry together. And this is his son Cedric as I’m sure you know from school.”
Cedric smiled at the group but his eyes immediately traveled over to look at Harry. Amos followed Cedric’s gaze until he was also looking over towards Harry. “Ah you must be Harry Potter!” he said although the smile he wore didn't quite reach his eyes. “Yes, I’ve heard a lot about you from Cedric,” he said coolly. Harry looked surprised and glanced over at Cedric who had turned slightly red and was avoiding meeting Harry’s eye now. “He says you’re quite the flyer out on the quidditch pitch. Although not as good as my boy, of course!” Amos said clapping Cedric on the shoulder.
“Dad,” Cedric said with an edge to his voice.
“What?” Amos said innocently, “I’m sure Harry won’t disagree with me on who's the better flyer, will you Harry? I mean you did beat him fair and square last year.”
“I told you,” Cedric said lowering his voice and glaring at his dad, “He fell off of his broom when dementors came on the pitch. I tried to call the match off.”
“Yes,” Amos responded, “But of course, you didn’t fall off of your broom! Don’t be modest Cedric! One boy stays on his broom and the other falls off, we all know who the better flyer is!” Cedric opened his mouth to continue arguing with his dad, but Amos cut him off suddenly. “Well, we had better get up to the portkey it won’t be long now.” Amos turned away from the group and started up the hill farther. Cedric shot Harry an apologetic look and looked like he wanted to say something. He glanced at Fred and George who were glaring him, though, and shut his mouth and turned to follow after his dad.
An uncomfortable looking Mr. Weasley said, “Right well let’s get going then.” The whole group started walking up the hill after the three men.
“What a git,” Fred hissed under his breath glaring up at Amos' back. “We would have flattened Hufflepuff if those dementors hadn’t come on the pitch and Cedric knows that.”
Harry was watching Cedric closely. “Well he is a good flier and seeker,” Harry said softly, “Besides he defended me, didn’t he? Seems like it’s just his dad with the ego problem.” Harry's brows were furrowed as he studied Cedric who kept glancing over his shoulder at Harry.
Fred rolled his eyes but grinned, “It’s fine we will crush Hufflepuff this year and his dear old dad won’t be able to claim he’s the best flier anymore.”
“Did you say we are going by portkey?” Hermione suddenly called up to Mr. Weasley.
“Yes!” Mr. Weasley said excitedly over his shoulder to the group. “Have you ever traveled by portkey before?”
“No,” Hermione responded, “but I’ve—”
“Read about it,” Fred said with Hermione at the same time. Hermione glared over at Fred but he just grinned back at her.
The group reached what looked like an old boot that had been left outside to the elements for years. They all circled around the boot and most of the kids looked up questionably at Mr. Weasley. Fred glanced around then said, “So why are we all staring at this old boot?”
Mr. Weasley smiled, “This is the portkey that’s going to take us to the Quidditch world cup! They have a lot of witches and wizards using portkeys all over the world to arrive close to the grounds so that muggles in the area won’t become suspicious if a bunch of us use public transport.”
“But why an old boot,” Fred asked raising an eyebrow.
“Well they can’t have muggles going around picking up the portkeys, so they have to make them objects that are inconspicuous that no one would want,” Hermione responded quickly.
“Exactly right Hermione,” Mr. Weasley said while kneeling on the ground and placing a finger on the boot.
“How is it that you manage to be a teacher’s pet even when we aren’t in school?” Fred joked. Hermione shot a glare at Fred and went to kneel on the ground. Fred quickly moved to the side to give her room to reach the portkey. He then kneeled down right next to her and placed his hand on the portkey close to hers. Ginny watched the whole interaction and looked over exasperated at Violet. Violet met her eye and had to hold a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.
“Come on now,” Mr. Weasley said, “Everyone get a hand on the portkey!” The rest of the group all kneeled and squeezed together to get a finger on the portkey. “Okay!” Mr. Weasley announced, “Three. Two. One!” Violet felt as though she was jerked forward as the world began to spin around her. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as the feeling increased and she felt her body rise off the ground. The spinning only lasted seconds before it suddenly stopped, and the group hit the ground again. When Violet opened her eyes, the only people that were on their feet were Cedric, Mr. Diggory, and Mr. Weasley. The rest of the group was trying to stagger to their feet off of the grassy field that they had landed in. Fred scrambled to his feet and went to over to help Hermione off of the ground. Violet was on her back lying on the ground when George's face appeared above her grinning. He offered her his hand but she stumbled into him as he pulled her to stand up.
"Sorry," Violet said gripping his arm, "the world is still spinning."
George laughed softly and slipped an arm around her, "It's okay I got you."
Cedric walked straight over to Harry and stuck out his hand. Harry looked up at Cedric who was smiling down at him with his hand outstretched. “Oh,” Harry said surprised but reached up and took Cedric’s hand. He pulled Harry up to his feet effortlessly and in the process pulled Harry close to him. “Thank you,” Harry said staring up at Cedric.
“No problem,” Cedric said still holding onto Harry’s hand while smiling at him. They stood for a moment just looking at each other before Fred coughed.
“Hey Diggory,” Fred said, “Do you think we could have Harry back?”
Both Harry and Cedric turned to looked at the rest of the group who were now all standing and staring at their interlocked hands.
“Oh, right,” Cedric said quickly dropping Harry’s hand and taking a step back from him. “Sorry, um see you at school then I guess,” he mumbled looking embarrassed before hurrying over to his father’s side.
Once Cedric and his father had turned away from the group to make their way towards the camping grounds, Hermione whacked Fred on the arm. “Oi!” Fred said turning to glare at her while holding his arm, “What was that for?”
“For being a rude and completely clueless arse,” she said before marching ahead of him.
“Hey!” Fred called hurrying after her, “What are you talking about? I was only messing with Diggory! Mione!”
The rest of the group followed after the arguing pair towards a small booth at the edge of the camping grounds. Violet was covering her face with her hand again to hide her laughing.
“Sometimes I honestly can’t tell if they are flirting or fighting,” Ron said staring after Fred and Hermione.
“Flirting,” Ginny, Violet, and George all said in unison. Ron looked at all of them surprised and then turned to look at Harry who was laughing.
“Keep up Ronald,” Ginny said also breaking into laughter. “Fred has been practically obsessed with Hermione for the past year at least.”
“No way,” Ron insisted but looked over at George who was nodding at him. “Well I guess I’m just clueless,” he said surprised.
“Yes,” Ginny said flatly, and the whole group broke out into more laughter.
Finally, they reached the booth where an older gentleman was sitting at the window and smiling at them. “Hello,” he said, “My name’s Roberts. Do you have a reservation for the campground?” Mr. Weasley talked with the muggle at the booth and figured out where their tent was. There was a small setback when a wizard had to come out and obliviate the muggle named Roberts when he started making too many comments about the strange groups of people who had gathered at the campsite recently and the money they had been trying to pay with.
Finally, Mr. Weasley started to lead them through the crowd to their tent and the group looked around at the sea of tents in amazement. Most of the witches and wizards had not been very careful when setting up their tents to appear muggle and had added things such as chimneys onto the sides of them. Wizards were walking around in what they must have assumed looked to be normal muggle attire. They hadn’t quite gotten it right, though. Some wizards were wearing things such as nightgowns or other strange assortments of muggle attire they had picked out of shops and thrown together into odd outfits. Other wizards were just traipsing around the campsite in wizarding robes with their kids zooming around on toy brooms.
Mr. Weasley stopped in front of an empty patch of grass with a wooden sign in front of it that said Weezly. “Here we are!” he announced and reached into the backpack that he had brought. “Borrowed these from Perkins at the ministry. We will have to figure out how to put these up by hand since it’s a strict no magic allowed,” he said excitedly. He pulled out two tents and set Harry and Hermione to figuring out how to put them up. Once the tents were finally standing, they stepped back to look at the pair of two-man tents. Harry and Hermione shared a confused look and glanced at the large group behind them. However, Mr. Weasley did not seem to notice their confusion over how their large group would fit into two small tents. He stepped right past them and ducked into one of the tents.
“Come on in and have a look around! Girls you’ll be in the other tent. It might be a bit crowded in this tent once Percy, Bill, and Charlie arrive, but we’ll manage,” he called back to them.
The group started ducking under the flap of the tent and when Violet entered, she looked around in awe. The inside of the tent was much larger than the outside and included a full kitchen and living room in addition to the many rooms. Harry ducked in behind her and stopped to also look around in astonishment. “I love magic,” he said.