The Riddle house, as it was called, had been empty for around fifty years. The villagers of Little Hangleton, however, had long forgotten the big house on the outskirts was there. The Riddles had died mysteriously at that time, and no one had known what the cause of death was. The person accused of the murder, the gardener named Frank, who still lived in his little cottage on the grounds of the house, had to be released after there was no evidence he had killed them.

Even though he knew he didn't do it, the whole village was convinced that he did. So he normally kept to himself in his cottage and rarely spoke to anyone.

Right now, Frank was lighting his stove and putting his kettle on it. He was just about to put his tea leaves in his tea when he saw something strange.

As previously mentioned, the Riddle House had been empty for years. The lights had always been off and dust had settled on every surface a hundred times over.

But tonight, as Frank gazed out the window, a light was on in the upper levels of the huge house. He frowned. No one else had keys to the house except him, and no one was allowed in the house. It didn't stop teens sometimes breaking in as a joke sometimes though.

So, muttering, "bloody kids," he got a lamp and his keys and went outside. He climbed through the garden and up to the house. He fumbled with the key for a second before entering the house.

It had been years since he had been in there, and it was hard for him, but he took it in his stride. He climbed stairs, walked along landings and eventually got to the corridor that had the room with the light on.

He heard voices coming from it. These definitely weren't kids.

"How fastidious you've become, Wormtail," said a hissing, cold voice. "As I recall, you-"

Frank was too busy trying not to make noise when they were talking, but he did hear more.

"No, no, no, my Lord," A stuttery, scared person spoke. "I- I just meant- If we were, perhaps, to do it without the girl-"

"No! The girl is everything!" The cold voice rasped. "It cannot be done without her, and it will be done exactly how I say."

Frank could finally see who was in the room. There was a short man with a large amount of stubble on his unshaven face, a man with dark hair and a round, pale face. But Frank couldn't see the man with the cold, raspy voice.

"I will not disappoint you, My Lord," The man with the pale face asked.

"Good," Another rasp.

Frank was soon distracted again by something on the ground. He looked down, and saw a green, scaly snake slithering on the ground. It was huge, massive. And it was headed for the room.

As soon as the snake entered the room, there was a loud hissing. It was a female voice, but distorted into a language few could understand.

The cold hissing voice spoke. "Nagini tells me the old muggle caretaker is standing just outside the room."

The short and scared man appeared right in the doorway and Frank shrank back. Every ounce of courage and defiance had been knocked out of him. The cold voice said. "Stand back, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting...

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green light came from nowhere and engulfed Frank. He was dead before he could cry out, and his kettle on the stove rang in Rosalyn Potter's ears as she woke up.

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"Rosalyn?"

Hermione Granger stood by her best friend's bed with a candle in hand. Rosalyn was flailing about, her left hand attached to her right forearm, her eyes were shut, and winced in pain.

"Rosalyn!"

Her eyes opened and she surveyed the figure in front of her, she eventually saw her best friend.

They were at the burrow in Rosalyn's bedroom. Rosalyn, of course, had been at the house the whole summer, but Hermione hadn't. In fact, she hadn't been there when Rosalyn had gone to sleep.

But she knew she was coming. It was the Quidditch World Cup this summer and, more specifically, today. Hermione, Rosalyn, Harry and most of the Weasley's were going to see it.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, and Rosalyn couldn't hide the fact that something had been happening.

Rosalyn said, breathing heavily. "Hermione, hey, it was just a bad dream. When did you get here?"

"Just now," Hermione answered. "I'm going to wake up the boys, you coming?"

"Yes!" Rosalyn giggled.

They walked into Ron's room and Hermione walked towards Harry, she shook him awake and he said. "Mmmhhmm, er- Hermione? What're you doing here?"

"Waking you up," Hermione answered. "It's the Quidditch World Cup today, remember?"

"Oh yeah!" Harry said, realisation dawning on his face.

Now Harry was up, Hermione switched beds and put her candle down on the chest of drawers. She was now doing a much more daunting task. Waking up Ron.

"Wake up Ronald! Wake up!" She hissed, shaking him.

Ron opened his eyes. "Bloody hell," he whispered as he was only wearing a vest. He attempted to cover himself up with a jumper and Rosalyn made no attempts to hide her sniggers at this point.

"Honestly, get dressed!" Hermione whisper-yelled as she and Rosalyn headed for the door. "And don't go back to sleep. Come on Ron! Your mother says breakfast's ready!"

She clapped her hands to get him to hurry up, but as soon as the girls left the room he slumped back down into his bed.

Rosalyn returned to her room and got dressed quickly. She wore a white jumper with a shamrock on it that Molly had knitted just a few days before, a pair of green jeans and white trainers. She also put on some green eyeshadow just to finish it off. Once she was satisfied, she met with Hermione and the two of them went downstairs for breakfast.

Hermione and Rosalyn went downstairs for breakfast and saw that Ginny was already there along with Molly and Arthur. In about ten minutes, they were joined by the boys who (unsurprisingly) weren't dressed. Fred and George also joined the party a few minutes after Harry and Ron, but they actually had clothes on.

After breakfast, Harry and Ron got dressed after being reprimanded by Molly and then everyone got their bags on. Molly wasn't actually coming, but that didn't mean she couldn't hurry everyone up. Rosalyn put her bag on and she, Hermione and Ginny headed out the house.

The party said goodbye to Molly and she wished them all a good time before they headed off.

They walked along a path through a forest and, halfway there, Rosalyn scooted over to the boys and asked them a crucial question. "Do either of you two know where we're going?"

Ron shrugged and then yelled to Arthur. "Hey, Dad? Where are we going?"

"Haven't the foggiest, keep up!" He shouted back.

They eventually reached a person who said. "Arthur! It's about time!"

He was man with grey hair and a cap on.

"Sorry Amos, some of us had a bit of a sleepy start," Arthur replied. Ron immediately proved this by yawning loudly.

"This is Amos Diggory everyone," Arthur introduced the man. "He works with me at the Ministry."

Suddenly a boy jumped down from the tree and Arthur said, shaking his hand. "My god, and this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"

Hermione, Rosalyn and Ginny, meanwhile, where grinning at each other.

"Ooh, do you like him, Rosalyn?" Ginny whispered in her ear.

"No, don't be stupid, she likes Neville," Hermione said.

"No I don't!" Rosalyn said.

"Yes you do!"

Just when Rosalyn was wondering how she managed to get such idiot friends, she came face to face with Amos Diggory.

"Merlin's beard, you must be Rosalyn Potter! And- and Harry? Is he here as well?"

"He's over there," Rosalyn said, pointing to her brother.

"Pleasure to meet you," Amos said, shaking her hand vigorously.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Sir," Rosalyn said.

He clapped her on the shoulder and they walked on. Rosalyn caught up with her friends on the way as the forest faded and the hill began. It wasn't a large hill, but as they climbed it they were all so tired it took a bit of time.

"It's just over there!" Arthur kept shouting.

Eventually, everyone was standing around a... boot?

Rosalyn didn't know what was going on. Why was there a boot? What was happening?

"Shall we?" Amos said, and Arthur said. "Yes, we don't want to be late!"

"Get yourself into a good position," Arthur said.

"Why is everyone standing around that manky old boot?" Rosalyn asked.

"Rosie, that's not any manky old boot, that's a portkey!" Fred said as he knelt down.

Soon everyone was lying flat on their stomachs with one hand touching the boot. Rosalyn, however, was on her knees, not touching the boot at all.

"Ready?" Amos asked. "After three! One... two..."

"Rosie!" Arthur yelled and Rosalyn quickly shrugged and put her hand on the boot.

"...Three!"

Everyone around the boot started to spin. Rosalyn was aware of the dizziness but she wasn't aware that they had changed location. Even though they had.

As of now, they were spinning in the sky, holding onto the boot for dear life. Until-

"Let go, kids!" Arthur shouted.

"What?" Hermione said in a very high voice.

"Let go!"

So they did. They all yelled and Hermione screamed on the way down. Then Rosalyn, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George hit the ground, groaning.

Rosalyn looked around for Cedric, Amos and Arthur but she couldn't see them. Until they came walking down on air, landing happily on their feet.

"Bet that cleared your synapses, eh?" Amos said rather smugly.

Rosalyn raised her eyebrows. "How much?" She asked quietly.

Ron and Harry were the only ones who heard that, and, being annoyed at Amos' comment as well, they sniggered quietly.

Rosalyn stood up and then joined Hermione and Ginny, who were also recovering from the impact. After they had dusted themselves off, they climbed the small bump in the hill to reveal a place that, to Rosalyn, was heaven.

"Well kids, welcome the the Quidditch World Cup!" Arthur said.

There were tents galore, but not just that, there was also entertainment which was pretty cool. There were jugglers, flyers, flags and as Rosalyn looked around with Hermione and Ginny, she was so glad to be where she was.

"Well, it's goodbye for now, Arthur, but I'll see you at the match," Amos Diggory said, shaking hands with Arthur.

"See you at the match," Arthur said back.

Arthur lead the party through the rows of tents. Finally they reached a small tent with a little sign in the ground beside it reading Weezly.

"Here it is, home sweet home," Arthur said, holding the door open for everyone to get inside.

"What?" Harry and Rosalyn said in unison as Arthur entered.

The two of them looked inside the tent and saw something amazing. Instead of a bog standard tent like muggles would have, this one was a lot more interesting.

There were bunk beds, tables, a kitchen complete with fridge, oven and hob, fitted light bulbs and shades and an actual carpet underneath them. Rosalyn and Harry stared in awe.

"I love magic," Rosalyn said, smiling.

Meanwhile, Arthur was shouting instructions. "Girls, choose a bunk and unpack! Ron! Get out of the kitchen we're all hungry!"

"Yeah get out of the kitchen, Ron!" Fred and George shouted, egging their dad on.

"Feet off the table!" Arthur told the Weasley Twins.

"Feet off the table!" They mocked, taking their feet off and putting them straight back on again.

Rosalyn went over and she and Hermione got the top bunks on the beds whilst Ginny had to have the bottom one of someone's.

Rosalyn looked at Hermione, then Harry, then Ron, and none of them were aware that she was looking at them. She didn't mind though, all she knew was that these were her three best friends, and that she was so glad that they were back together again.