Y/N's POV

After dinner with all the Weasleys, which was a lovely home-cooked meal by Mrs Weasley, we all retired off to our rooms. Ours was noisy since it was Ron, Harry, Issac, Fred, George and I all cramped in one room. We all had a laugh though before Mrs Weasley stormed in, telling us all to sleep.

I felt as though I had barely gone to sleep in Ron's room before I was being shaken awake by Mrs Weasley.

It was still dark outside. I opened my eyes and watched Mrs Weasley wake up everyone else in our room.

"'S time already?" said Fred groggily.

We dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk, then, yawning and stretching, the six of us headed downstairs into the kitchen.

Mrs Weasley was stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove, while Mr Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a sheet of large parchment tickets. He looked up as we entered and spread his arms so that we could see his clothes more clearly. He was wearing what appeared to be a golfing sweater and a very old pair of jeans, slightly too big for him and held up with a thick leather belt.

"What d'you think?" he asked anxiously. "We're supposed to go incognito, do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"

"Yeah," said Harry, smiling, "very good."

"Where're Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" said George, failing to stifle a huge yawn.

"Well, they're Apparating, aren't they?" said Mrs Weasley, heaving the large pot over to the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls. "So they can have a bit of a lie-in."

"So they're still in bed?" said Fred grumpily, pulling his bowl of porridge toward him. "Why can't we Apparate too?"

"Because you're not of age and you haven't passed your test," snapped Mrs Weasley, "and where have those girls got to?"

She bustled out of the kitchen and we heard her climbing the stairs.

"You have to pass a test to Apparate?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes," said Mr Weasley, tucking the tickets safely into the back pocket of his jeans, "the Department of Magical Transportation had to fine a couple of people the other day for Apparating without a license. It's not easy, Apparition, and when it's not done property it can lead to nasty complications. This pair I'm talking about went and splinched themselves."

Everyone except Harry winced.

"Er-splinched?" said Harry.

"They left half of themselves behind," said Mr Weasley, "so, of course, they were stuck. Couldn't move either way. Had to wait for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to sort them out. Meant a fair old bit of paperwork, I can tell you, what with the Muggles who spotted the body parts they'd left behind."

"Were they okay?" Harry asked, startled.

"Oh yes," said Mr Weasley, "but they got a heavy fine, and I don't think they'll be trying it again in a hurry. You don't mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of adult wizards who don't bother with it. Prefer brooms, slower, but safer."

"But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it?"

"Charlie had to take the test twice," said Fred, grinning, "he failed the first time. Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping, remember?"

"Yes, well, he passed the second time," said Mrs Weasley, marching back into the kitchen.

"Percy only passed two weeks ago," said George, "he's been Apparating downstairs every morning since, just to prove he can."

There were footsteps down the passageway and Hermione and Ginny came into the kitchen, both looking pale and drowsy.

"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny said, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table.

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

"Walk?" said Harry. "What, are we walking to the World Cup?"

"No, no, that's miles away," said Mr Weasley, smiling, "we only need to walk a short way. It's just that it's very difficult for a large number of wizards to congregate without attracting Muggle attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best of times, and on a huge occasion like the Quidditch World Cup."

It was now time for our departure. Mrs Weasley kissed Mr Weasley on the cheek. The rest of us, me included, walked out the door. The atmosphere had become awkward since Mrs Weasley discovered, hidden in the twins' pockets, the products they had been creating.

"Well, have a lovely time," said Mrs Weasley, "and behave yourselves," she called after the twins, "I'll send Bill, Charlie, and Percy along around midday."

I walked in silence next to Ron and Harry, following Mr Weasley towards wherever we were going.

"So how does everyone get there without all the Muggles noticing?" Harry asked.

"It's been a massive organisational problem," sighed Mr Weasley, "the trouble is, about a hundred thousand wizards turn up at the World Cup, and of course, we just haven't got a magical site big enough to accommodate them all. The Ministry's been working on it for months. First, of course, we have to stagger the arrivals. People with cheaper tickets have to arrive two weeks beforehand. Some Apparate, of course, but we have to set up safe points for them to appear, away from Muggles. I believe there's a handy forest they're using as the Apparition point. For those who don't want to Apparate, or can't, we use Portkeys. They're objects that are used to transport wizards from one spot to another at a prearranged time. You can do large groups at a time if you need to. There have been two hundred Portkeys placed at strategic points around Britain, and that's where we're headed."

Mr Weasley pointed ahead of us.

"What sort of objects are Portkeys?" said Harry curiously.

"Well, they can be anything," said Mr Weasley, "unobtrusive things, obviously, so Muggles don't go picking them up and playing with them."

We trudged down the dark lane toward the village, the silence broken only by our footsteps. My hands and feet were freezing. Mr Weasley kept checking his watch.

We didn't have breath to spare for talking as they began to climb the hill where the Portkey was. At last, my feet found level ground.

"Whew," panted Mr Weasley, "well, we've made good time, we've got ten minutes. Now we just need the Portkey."

We spread out, searching. We had only been at it for a couple of minutes when we heard a shout.

"Over here, Arthur! Over here! We've got it."

Two tall figures on the other side of the hilltop.

"Amos!" said Mr Weasley, smiling as he strode over to the man who had shouted. The rest of us followed.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone," said Mr Weasley, "I think you know his son, Cedric?"

Cedric Diggory was captain and seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team at Hogwarts.

"Hi," said Cedric, looking at us all.

Everybody said hi back except Fred and George, who merely nodded. They had never quite forgiven Cedric for beating our team, Gryffindor, in the first Quidditch match of the previous year.

"Long walk, Arthur?" Amos asked.

"Not too bad," said Mr Weasley, "we live just on the other side of the village there. You?"

"Had to get up at two, didn't we, Ced? I tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Apparition test." Amos Diggory peered around at us. "All these yours, Arthur?"

Mr Weasley shook his head, he then introduced me, Hermione and Harry.

"Merlin's beard," said Amos Diggory, his eyes widening, "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Er...yeah," said Harry.

Amos then turned to me,

"And you, Y/N L/N. Ced's talked about you, of course," said Amos Diggory, "told us all about playing against you last year, I said to him that that would be a story to tell, beating the boy everyone calls Hogwarts' best seeker!"

I couldn't think of any reply to this, so I remained silent. Fred and George were both scowling again. Cedric looked slightly embarrassed.

"Y/N fell off his broom, Dad," he muttered. "I told you...it was an accident."

"Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" roared Amos, slapping his son on his back. "Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman, but the best man won, I'm sure Y/N'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier!"

"Must be nearly time," said Mr. Weasley quickly, pulling out his watch again.

"Yes, it's a minute off. We'd better get ready." said Amos.

Mr Weasley looked at Harry and Hermione.

"You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, a finger will do-"

The ten of us then crowded around the old boot held out by Amos Diggory.

"Three..." muttered Mr. Weasley, one eye still on his watch, "two...one..."

It happened immediately, one second I was on the hilltop and the next I was surrounded by light and now, obviously, somewhere else. All my senses seemed to of disappeared but then I heard a loud voice coming from in front of me.

"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill!"