His sister (Fred Weasley x Potter reader)

How to Travel Via Boot and Still Look Cool

After getting ready, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed downstairs, where the usual morning chaos of the Burrow was already well underway.

Molly was in full Mum Mode, fluttering around Harry like a mother hen on a caffeine high. "Do you have your socks, Harry? Extra jumper? Wand? Your head attached?"
Ron was just standing nearby, grinning like it was a great show—which, fair enough, it kind of was.

"Good morning!" I announced, dramatically loud, making Molly jump slightly as she turned toward me.
"(Y/n), dear!" she said, hand over her heart. "I hope you slept well. You're leaving now." That last bit was directed at all of us, and before I could blink, she was ushering us out the door like overgrown ducklings.

Arthur led the way like the dad commander he is, and I ended up walking beside Ginny and Hermione. The boys lagged just behind us.

"Ron, where exactly are we going?" Harry asked.
"No idea," Ron said casually, then yelled ahead, "Hey Dad! Where are we going?"
Arthur turned with a grin. "Haven't the foggiest! Keep up!"

Oh, good. Excellent. Very reassuring.

After several minutes of traipsing through vaguely moist grass and dodging molehills, a man came into view.

"Arthur! About time, son!" the man called out.
"Sorry, Amos, some of us had a bit of a sleepy start," Arthur replied, casting a meaningful glance at Ron, who chose that moment to yawn like a hippo. Perfect comedic timing.

"This is Amos Diggory," Arthur added. "Works with me at the Ministry."

And just like that, from a tree—a tree—leapt a boy who looked just a bit older than me. And not to sound shallow, but: damn. Attractive. Tall, with a sort of windswept handsomeness that screamed 'I'm effortlessly charming and know it'. I bet if the sun was out right now, he would start sparkling.

"This strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" Arthur questioned, greeting the boy with a handshake.
Cedric gave us all a polite nod. "This way," he said, motioning ahead.

I exchanged a quick glance with the girls—Hermione raised a brow, Ginny smirked—and we all followed.

After walking forever, we reached the top of a hill. And there it was: a crusty, suspicious-looking old boot sitting in the grass.

"Why are you all standing around that manky old boot?" Harry asked, bewildered.
I crouched beside Hermione. "That's not just any manky old boot mate."George said.
"It's a portkey," Fred finished.

Arthur raised his voice, "Time to go!"

"What's a portkey?" Harry asked, panic already creeping into his voice.
"Ready? On three. One, two-"

"Harry, grab the bloody boot!" I snapped, and he did, just in time for Amos to yell, "Three!"

The world spun violently. Hermione screamed somewhere to my right, I let out a dignified yelp, and then promptly shut my mouth for fear of accidentally biting off my tongue. My feet left the ground, light exploded in my vision—and then we crash-landed in a tangled heap, and not nearly at the same place that we started.

It took a second to remember how eyes worked. When I finally focused, I saw Cedric offering me a hand. I accepted it and let him pull me up.

"I'm never doing that again," I muttered, trying to regain my dignity.
Cedric chuckled. Of course he did.

We started walking again, this time toward the stadium. I fell into step with Fred and George, throwing my arms around both their shoulders.

"Planning on making any bets, boys?" I asked sweetly.
"You bet we are," Fred grinned.
"We're betting on Bulgaria," George added.

"No offence to Krum." Fred said.
"I Agree," I said. "Krum's an incredible Seeker, but Ireland's got stronger Chasers. I'll bet you both twenty Galleons that Ireland wins—but Bulgaria still gets the Snitch."

The twins exchanged evil twin smirks.

"Deal," they said in sync, and I grinned like a lunatic.

~~~

We reached the camping area soon after. There were tents—so many tents—and it looked like a magical music festival had exploded in the field. Jugglers, floating lanterns, someone shouting about enchanted sausages.

"Well kids," Arthur said, spreading his arms dramatically, "welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!"

Ginny was immediately pointing out cool things. I just stood there with my arms still draped around the twins, soaking in the atmosphere with a huge smile.

We said goodbye to Amos and Cedric (who gave me a little wave as they walked off), and then arrived at a tent that looked suspiciously too small to fit all of us. But wizard tents, bless them. Once inside, it was absolutely massive. Six full rooms, furniture, and even a kitchen.

I followed the twins into one of the side rooms and dropped my bag by the table, where they'd already put their feet.

"Girls, pick a bunk and unpack!" Arthur called.

I retrieved my bag again went to join Hermione and Ginny, claimed the last bunk, tossed my bag on it, and came back to sit with the twins just in time to hear:

"Ron! Get out of the kitchen, we're all hungry!"
Arthur's voice echoed from the other room.

"Yeah, Ron, get out of the kitchen!" Fred and George echoed mockingly.
"Feet off the table!"
"Feet off the table!" they repeated again—though their feet went right back up the second Arthur turned around. Classic.

~~~

Later, we climbed the winding stairs to the stadium stands. And when I say "climbed," I mean hiked like we were trying to summit Mount Everest.

"Blimey, Dad!" Ron huffed. "How far up are we?"

"Well, put it this way," a voice drawled from the level below, "if it rains, you'll be the first to know."

I poked my head between the twins and peered over the edge—Draco Malfoy, of course. He locked eyes with me and rolled his eyes playfully. I smirked back.

"Father and I are in the Minister's Box," he added smugly, "by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."

His father thumped him with his cane.

"Don't boast, Draco. There's no need with these people."

I gasped dramatically. "Mr. Malfoy! I take personal offence to that."

He blinked at me.

"I probably could've scored a VIP seat too, you know," I added, fluttering my lashes. "I am great friends with Viktor Krum." I pronounced it in the most obnoxious, snobbish, accent I could manage.

Lucius arched an eyebrow. "Miss Potter, is it? Draco's told me quite a bit about you. He—"

"—admires me, I know," I cut in, shooting Draco a wink. "Now if you'll excuse me, we have peasant seats to occupy. See you at school, Draco."

I turned dramatically, dragging the twins along behind me as I went. And yes, the smirk on my face was entirely earned.

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[A/n]: And another chapter is up! Hope you enjoyed. I'm in a good mood today so I might update twice today, keyword: might. But don't be too expectant, I might just decide against it.
~Gem💕