The sun still hadn't yet risen when they left the house. Harry and Ron were tiredly trailing behind the group, Zoya was on the brink of slapping Ron in the face if he kept yawning so loudly. They walked through the woods, the kids were clueless as to what was exactly going on.

Molly stayed back, saying she had work to do around the house. Zoya got the feeling they were in for a big day.

"Hey Dad! Where are we going?" Ron loudly asked as they continued to walk.

"Haven't the foggiest, keep up!" Arthur replied to him in a cheery tone.

George nudged Zoya's shoulder as they walked side by side. She looked up at him, "What?"

He shook his head, "Nothing." He said, nudging her again. She sighed and walked back with Hermione, hearing George chuckle.

"Seriously, you are so easy to bother." Hermione said, linking her arm through Zoya's.

Zoya glanced at her best friend, "And you aren't?" She questioned as Ginny began to walk on the other side of Hermione.

Their attention was shifted to the sight of an older man with glasses and a hat that Zoya wanted to burn. He had a smile that matched Arthur's, "Arthur! It's about time son."

"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." He said, looking back at Harry and Ron, "This is Amos Diggory everyone, he works with me at the ministry."

A boy no older than 16 jumped down from the large tree they were standing under. Zoya's eyebrows raised as Arthur shook the boy's hand, "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"

"Yes sir."

"Bloody hell." Zoya muttered as Ginny and Hermione glanced at each other.

Everyone continued to walk through the trees and up a hill.

"That's it sir, just over there." Arthur said as the sun began to rise.

Zoya walked to the top of the hill with Ginny where a singular boot sat. She looked at the group, "It's a bloody boot." She said with furrowed eyebrows.

"Wonderful observation there, Zoya." Fred teased.

Despite the fact that Zoya came from magic parents, she didn't grow up around much of it. After all, her parents steered away from magic after the tragedy. So she was like Harry in a way, she didn't know much about magical things and most of the information that she learned about Magic was brand new.

"Shall we? We don't want to be late." Amos said.

Camera homes in on a boot on top of the hillside.

"Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?" Harry asked as he and Zoya stood together.

"That isn't just any old manky boot mate." Fred said, walking in between Zoya and Harry with his brother.

"It's a portkey." George added.

Everyone gathered in a circle, putting their hands on the boot. Zoya reluctantly put her hands on the boot, "Time to go. Ready?" Amos asked as Harry continued to stand.

"What's a 'portkey'?"

"Put your hands on the bloody boot, Harry!" Zoya said to him as Amos began to count to three.

Harry rushed to the boot, "...Three!"

They all began to spin around, flying into the air. Zoya saw a flash of white, and suddenly they were in completely different place. They were still in the air when Arthur told them to let go.

"What?!" Hermione and Zoya said in union.

"Let! Go!" Arthur said loudly.

Everyone did as he said. They fell to the ground with a thump and Zoya weakly turned on her back, "I am never doing that again. I think I broke my back..."

"You're alright. Takes a couple tries to land correctly." Cedric kindly said, holding out his hand.

She took it and she stood up, dusting herself off, "Thank you."

Cedric nodded and caught up with everyone else. She turned to Harry, who looked bewildered. She snapped her head in the direction of the rest of the group at the sound of cheering, "Is that?..."

Her and Harry walked across the field and caught up with the group. They stood on a small hill and looked over a massive crowd who were cheering and racing on broomsticks. Tents were set up and flags were being waved.

"Well kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!"