Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 32

Diana swore she had just fallen asleep, before she heard Mrs. Weasley kindly shaking her awake. She groggily got up and changed into something comfortable for the trip before walking downstairs.

"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny asked, as she rubbed her eyes and sat down at the table.

"We've got a bit of a walk," Mr. Weasley explained as Diana sat down next to George, she put her head on his shoulder closing her eyes. Mrs. Weasley stared at them, grinning at George before she noticed something stinking out of his pocket.

"George!" She shouted, making all of them jump. Diana opened her eyes, looking confused.

"What?" George asked, innocently.

"What is that in your pocket?" 

"Nothing!"

"Don't you lie to me!" Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and shouted 'Accio!'

Several small bright objects zoomed out of his pocket, he tried to grab them but missed, they flew into Mrs. Weasley's hand. 

It wasn't pleasant, Mrs. Weasley spent the rest of the morning, screaming at the twins, and them firing shots back. They left with Mrs. Weasley still scowling at them, and they refused to say goodbye.

"George!" Diana shouted, he turned around and looked at her confused.

"Yeah?"

"Here," she said, handing him one Ton-tongue toffee. George looked at her shocked.

"How did you get this?" He asked,

"I found it on the floor before we left, Mrs. Weasley must have missed it." She said, George looked at her before hugging Diana, which was awkward considering she had a backpack on.

"Diana! George! Come on!" Mr. Weasley shouted, they both caught up, grinning. 

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"Now we just need the Portkey. It won't be big.... Come on..." Mr. Weasley said, they started searching for a portkey but couldn't find anything until another man shouted.

"Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it." Someone shouted, the group walked over to where two tall figures stood. The kids recognized Cedric from school, the twins scowled at him.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley shouted, as they shook hands.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. He works for theDepartment for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And I think youknow his son, Cedric?" 

"Hi," Cedric said, everyone greeted him expect for the twins. They politely talked about the world cup. 

"All these yours, Arthur?" Mr. Diggory asked, looking at the several kids.

"Oh no, only the redheads. That's Fred and George's friend, Diana. This isHermione, friend of Ron's - and Harry, another friend -"

"Merlin's beard! Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Er-yeah," Harry said,

"Ced's talked about you, of course. Told us all aboutplaying against you last year... I said to him, I said - Ced, that'll be something totell your grandchildren, that will.... You beat Harry Potter!" Cedric looked at his dad embarrassed.

"Harry fell off his broom, Dad. I told you...it was an accident."

"Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you? Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman ... but the best manwon, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off his broom, onestays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier!" Mr. Diggory boasted.

"Must be nearly time. Do you know whether we're waiting for anymore, Amos?" Mr. Weasley said, looking at his pocket watch.

"No, the Lovegoods have been there for a week already and the Fawcetts couldn'tget tickets. There aren't any more of us in this area, arethere?" Mr. Diggory asked.

"Not that I know of.  Yes, it's a minute off ... We'd better getready...." He turned to Diana, Harry, and Hermione.

"You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, a finger will do." Mr. Weasley explained, they nodded. It was difficult to get a finger on the portkey with ten people, they stood there for a minute uncomfortably close.

"Three, two, one!" Then Diana felt a hook on her navel, she was pulled forward, her feet leaving the ground. She could feel George next to her, his shoulder bumping against hers.

Finally, her feet slammed into the ground, she staggered forward and fell on her knee's, next to Cedric.

"God, that was horrible." Diana said, Cedric chuckled.

"So many horrible ways we have to travel." Diana agreed as Cedric stood up and offered her his hand. She took it, thanking him and standing up. George scowled at the back of Cedric's head, glaring at him as he went back to his father.