Brave

Portkey

"Wake up!" Hermione screeched, thrashing the covers off of Aurora.

It was the morning of the Quidditch cup, and Mrs. Weasley asked Hermione and Ginny, both who were already awake, to get the others up. Aurora actually had a peaceful slumber for once, and at the moment she would much rather stay in bed. 

Aurora began to dramatically roll out of bed, however, she forgot to put her feet on the ground and fell on the floor instead. Hermione quickly grabbed the girl by the hand and pulled her up.

"I did that on purpose," Aurora said, trying to brush it off. Hermione sent her a look, not believing her.

"Clearly," Hermione replied, and walked out of the room to let her get dressed and ready for the day.

Aurora quickly put on a pair of jeans and a red jumper, wanting to get down to breakfast as soon as possible, as she was very hungry. She walked into the restroom to brush her teeth and hair, and the walked downstairs, joining everyone else for breakfast.

* * *

About an hour, the Weasley's- minus Mrs. Weasley, who was staying back at the Burrow, and Percy, Charlie, and Bill who were asleep and would apparate to the camp site later that day- along with Hermione, Harry, and Aurora began their hike to a hill where they would join the Diggory's and travel by portkey to the campsite where the event would be held later that night.

"Any idea where were going, dad?" Ron asked through his yawns.

Mr. Weasley didn't turn around as he answered, "Not in the slightest."

After what felt like hours but was really only about half, the group reached the hill, where Cedric and Amos Diggory were already at.

"Top of the morning to you, Amos," Mr. Weasley greeted to the other man. Amos nodded in reply.

"Good day to you too, sir," he responded. "Some of us had a late start, I presume?"

Mr. Weasley ignored the question, (Not that Amos needed it answered considering he already knew) and continued on with the conversation. "And this fine lad must be Cedric, hey?"

"Nice to meet you sir," Cedric said, introducing himself and shaking the Weasley man's hand.

"Are all of these yours?" Amos asked, motioning to the group of children behind Mr. Weasley.

"Just the red heads. The two girls are Aurora and Hermione," he said, introducing them each, "and the young boy over there is Harry."

"Harry, you say? You don't mean Harry Potter, do you?" Before Amos got confirmation that this was indeed the Boy-Who-Lived, he began rambling on about him. "Why lad, I've heard all about you. Especially from young Cedric here. Yes, he's told me all about beating you at Quidditch. Boy, that will be a story to tell the grandkids..."

Cedric turned red immediately after his father began bragging about his win, leaving out the small detail that it was because Harry fainted from the dementors. "Dad, I told you. The only reason I won is because Harry fell off his broom."

"Well it doesn't matter if they would've won. What matters is who did. Clearly whoever stays on their broom is obviously the better player," Amos chortled.

"The portkey should take us to the campsite in a couple minutes, Amos," Mr. Weasley said, changing the subject once again. "Do we need to wait for anyone else?"

"No, the Lovegoods had to get there a couple days ago, and everyone else couldn't get tickets," Amos responded.

Mr. Weasley and Amos instructed everyone to get around the portkey and put one of their fingers on it.

"3...2..." Mr. Weasley counted off.

"Harry!" Aurora shrieked, grabbing the boy by the wrist, forcing his right pointer finger on the old shoe.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to disappear and be whisked away by a powerful force.

I don't own Harry Potter. The series belongs to J.K. Rowling. I only own Aurora and anything you don't recognize from the books or movies.