Wizarding World Cup

"What d'you think? We're supposed to go incognito - do I look like a Muggle, Harry, Akihito?" I was trying not to laugh at this but was putting on my mask of smiling at them while Harry nodded saying, "Yeah, very good." I was just surprised he could say that straight-faced, "Where's Bill, and, Charlie, and Per-Per-Percy?" George said failing to stifle a yawn, "Well they're Appertaining, aren't they? So they can have a bit of a lie-in." Mrs. Weasley said while heaving the big pot onto the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls. We knew what apparating meant since it was disappearing from what point before reappearing at another spot but you had to take a test to be able to use it without the law coming after you, which was all three of the older boys had so they could apparate whenever they wanted. "So they're still in bed? Why can't we be apparently?" Fred asked grumpily as he pulled his porridge towards him, which had me smiling since it seemed he wasn't a morning person, "Because you're not of safe and you haven't passed your test, and where have those girls got to?" Mrs. Weasley said before she bustled out of the kitchen before we heard her climbing up the stairs I guess to go up and check on the girl's. "You have to pass a test to Apparate?" Harry asked which had me smiling at him since he didn't like to read to much but I told him about major laws so he kept up to speed a little that way so that he wouldn't have to worry about that so Mr. Weasley explained. "Oh, yes the Department of Magical Transportation had to fine a could of people the other day for Apparating without a license, it's not easy, Apparition, and when it's not done properly can lead to nasty complications. The pair I'm talking about went and Splinched themselves." I winced at that but I knew Harry didn't know what that meant just yet so he didn't wince, "Er - Splinched?" Harry asked them, "They leave half of themselves behind, 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 Muggle's who spotted the body parts they'd left behind..." I could tell that Harry was thinking about a pair of legs or an eyeball laying on the ground at Privet Drive just by the look on his face, "Were they ok?" Harry asked startled, "Oh yes, 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." Mr. Weasley told us "But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it?" 

"Charlie had to take the test twice, 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?" Fred said grinning, "Yes, well, he passed the second time." Mrs. Weasley said marching back into the kitchen amid hearty snigger's, "Percy only passed two weeks ago, he's been Apparating every morning since, just to prove he can." George said, and then there were footsteps down the passageway before Hermione and Ginny came into the kitchen, both looking pale and drowsy, "Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny asked running her eyes and sitting down at the table, "We've got a bit of a walk." Mr. Weasley said, "Walk? What, are we walking to the World Cup?" Harry asked, "No, no, that's miles away, 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 to much attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best times, and on a huge occasion like the Qudditch World Cup -" I smiled at them knowing we would still might get spotted but I did jump a little when Mrs. Weasley yelled out, " George!" we all looked at her confused and surprised, "What?" George asked in an innocent tone that nobody deceived nobody, "What is that in your pocket?" I sighed realizing that the boys tried to sneak into the Cup, "Nothing!" I just smiled at them, "Don't lie to me!" Mrs. Weasley said before she pointed her wand at George's pocket's before saying, "Accio!" several small, brightly colored objects zoomed out of George's pocket, he made a grab for them but missed so they sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand. "We told you to destroy them! We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you!" Mrs. Weasley said furiously holding up what were unmistakably more Ton-Tongue Toffees, it was an unpleasant scene; the twins had evidently been trying to smuggle as many toffees out of the house as possible, and it was only by using her summoning charm that Mrs. Weasley managed to find them all, which had me looking at them knowing they would try something like this. "Accio! Accio! Accio!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, making the toffees zoomed from all sorts of unlikely places, including the lining of George's jacket and the turn-ups of Fred's jeans, "We spent six months developing those!" Fred shouted at his mother as she threw the toffees away, "Oh a fine to spend six months!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked at him, "No wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s!" 

I winced at that since with everything that had been happening the last few years there was no way to get good grades while doing everything the stupid headmaster wanted us to do, especially since he left it up to four children at the time and is still doing that since we were now entering into our fourth year which meant that this year would be no different. All in all the atmosphere was not very friendly as they took their departure, Mrs. Weasley was still glowering as she kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek, though not nearly as much as the twins, who had each hosted their rucksacks onto their backs and walked out without a word to her which I could understand since she didn't believe how they could make this work so instead she just criticized them which wasn't good in the long run since that will make them more keen on doing it. "Well, have a lovely time, and behave yourselves." she called after the twins retreating backs, but they did not look back or answer, "I'll send Bill, Charlie, and Percy along midday." Mrs. Weasley called out as he, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and me set off across the dark yard after Fred and George. It was chilly and the moon was still out, only a dull, greenish tinge along the horizon to their right showed that daybreak was drawing closer, Harry and I had been thinking of wizards speeding toward the Qudditch World Cup sped up to walk with Mr. Weasley, "So how does everyone get there without all the Muggles noticing?" Harry asked, "It's been a massive organization problem," sighed Mr. Weasley, "the trouble is, about a hundred thousand wizards run up at the World Cup, and of course, we just haven't got a magical site big enough to accommodate them all. There are places Muggles can't penetrate, but imagine trying to pack a hundred thousand wizards into Diagon Alley, or platform nine and three-quarter's, so we had to find a nice deserted moor, and set up as many anti-Muggle precautions as possible, the whole 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, a limited number use Muggle transport but we can't have to many clogging up their buses and trains - remember, wizards are coming from all over the world, some apparate, of course, but we have to set up safe points for them to appear, well away from the Muggles. I believe there's a handy wood they're using as the Apparition point, for those who don't want to Apparate or can't we use Portkey's they're object's 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 Portkey's placed at strategic points around Britain, and the nearest one to us is up at the top of Stoatshead Hill, so that's where we're headed." Mr. Weasley pointed ahead of us, where a large black mass rose beyond the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, "What sort of objects are Portkeys?" Harry asked Mr. Weasley curiously, "Well, they can be anything, unobtrusive things, obviously so Muggle's don't go picking them up and playing with them... stuff they'll just think is litter..." Mr. Weasley said as we continued to walk down the dark, dank lane toward the village, the silence broken only by their footsteps the sky lightened very slowly as we made our way through the village, it's inky-blackness diluting to deepest blue. I could tell that just like mine Harry's feet and hands were freezing while Mr. Weasley kept checking his watch, we didn't have breath to spare for talking as they began to climb Stoatshead Hill, stumbling occasionally in hidden rabbit holes, slipping on thinck black tuffet's of grass, each breath I took was sharp in my chest and my legs were starting to seize up when, at last, our feet found level ground. 

I had walked a lot back at the Dursley's but this was beyond what we normally went through plus we were barely since we had been barely fed by the Dursley's which I planned to put a stop to soon since we'd be getting out own place. "Whew, well, we've made good time - we've made good time - we've got ten minutes..." Hermione came over the crest of the hill last clutching her side, "Now we just need the Portkey, it won't be big... come on..." They spread out, searching they had only been at it for a couple of minutes however when a shot rent the still air. "Over here, Arthur! Over here son, we've got it!" Two tall figure's were silhouetted against the starry sky on the other side of the hilltop, "Amos!" said Mr. Weasley smiling as he strode over to the man who had shouted at us with the rest of us so Mr. Weasley was shacking hands with a ruddy-faced wizard with a scrubby brown beard, who was holding a moldy-looking boot in his other hand. "This is Amos Diggory, he works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creature's and I think you know his son Cedric?" Mr. Weasley said telling us who was who while Cedric Diggory was an extremely handsome boy of around seventeen, he was Captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team at Hogwart's, "Hi." he said looking around at us all, everybody said hi back except Fred and George who merely nodded. They had never quite forgiven Cedric for beating Gryffiindor, in the first Quidditch match of the previous year, "Long walk Arthur?" Cedric's father asked, "Not too bad, we live just on the other side of the village there, you?" Mr. Weasley said to him which had me rolling my eyes wanting to remind them that we were in a time crunch but not saying it. "Had to get up at two, didn't we Ced? I tell you I'll be glad when he's got his Apparition test, still... not complaining... Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleon's - and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy..." Amos Diggory peered good-naturally around at the three Weasley boys, Hermione, Ginny, Harry and me. "All these your's, Arthur?" It had me thinking since all the Weasley's have red hair so how did Harry, Hermione, and me get called his kids which had me sighing, since all of this was just making me wondering if the Wizarding World accepted married couples having affairs. "Oh no, only the red-heads," he said pointing them out, "This is Hermione, friend of Ron's - Akihito, another friend of Ron's - and Harry, another friend -" 

"Merlin's beard, Harry? Harry Potter!" I sighed knowing this was going to be another Harry fan... "Er - yeah." Harry said already used to people looking curiously at him when they met him, used to the way their eyes moved at once to the lightning bolt scar on his forehead but it always made him feel uncomfortable which made me uncomfortable because people looked at me like that sometimes. "Ced's talked about you, of course, Told us all about playing against you last year... I said to him, I said - Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will... You beat Harry Potter!"