A Young Wizard's Journey - Goblet of Fire

A New Threat

Hermione helped Y/N to his feet and he swayed slightly as he steadied himself. A moment later and Ginny appeared at his other side, looking worried.

'I'm alright Gin,' he said weakly, smiling down at her.

They had landed on what seemed to be a stretch of moorland. Just in front of them were a couple of rather grumpy looking wizards. One holding a golden watch and the other a quill and roll of parchment. The man with the watch was dressed in a tweed-suit with thigh length galoshes, his colleague wore a kilt and a poncho.

'Is that normal muggle wear?' asked Y/N.

'No,' said Hermione, looking as though she was trying to supress a laugh. 'I imagine we're going to be seeing a lot of that today.'

Mr Weasley picked up the boot and walked forward. The rest of the Weasleys, Harry, and the two Diggory's followed on, but Hermione and Ginny stayed with Y/N.

'You sure you're okay?' asked Hermione, looking concerned.

'Yeah. That would have knocked me silly either way. Come on. Let's go.' but Y/N made to step forward and felt his head ripple again.

'Be stubborn again and I'll hex you. They won't stop me here,' said Ginny as she and Hermione each hooked an arm around him and guided Y/N forward.

'Weasley... Weasley...' the kilted wizard was saying as they approached, 'about a quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site Manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory, second field, ask for Mr. Payne.'

'Thanks Basil,' said Mr Weasley and he gestured for them all to follow him before catching sight of Y/N. 'Goodness, are you alright Y/N?'

'No he's not,' said Ginny before Y/N could even answer. 'He's almost fallen over twice already.'

'New experiences,' said Y/N, trying and failing to sound casual about it. 'Just a new branch of magic that I'm not quite used to yet.'

'Stop being stubborn,' said Hermione. 'Come on.'

They began the trip across the deserted moor. A thick mist hung low over them making it difficult to see too far ahead, so it took them about twenty minutes before anything came into view, by which point Y/N had managed to pry himself off Ginny and Hermione and was now walking himself.

What swam into view was a gate, behind which were lined hundreds and hundreds of tents which rose slowly up the slope of a field towards a very dense looking wood on the horizon. A small cottage lay next to the gate. They said goodbye to the Diggorys and approached it.

A man was standing in the doorway looking out at the tents. The look on his face was one of slight incredulity. That, coupled with how well he was dressed, told Y/N that he was probably a muggle. He turned his head towards them as they approached.

'Morning!' said Mr. Weasley brightly.

'Morning,' said the muggle.

'Would you be Mr Roberts?'

'Aye, I would,' said Mr Roberts. 'And who're you?'

'Weasley, two tents, booked a couple of days ago?'

'Aye,' said Mr Roberts, consulting a list tacked to the door. 'You've got a space up by the wood there. Just the one night?'

'That's it,' said Mr Weasley.

'You'll be paying now, then?' said Mr Roberts.

'Ah right, certainly-' said Mr Weasley.

He retreated back a few steps and beckoned Harry forward and began whispering to him about muggle money. Y/N stepped up to the fence and looked out across the tents.