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XXXVII. World Cup With A Dark Twist

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The loud sounds of birds singing and chirping outside the open window caused Ivy to scrunch her face and blink herself awake. She stretched out her arms as she took a second to recall where she was- The Weasley's Burrow.

She slowly sat up and looked to the bedroom door as she heard loud chatter coming from downstairs at the way-too-early hour, Fred and George's humour-filled voices being the loudest.

As she went to stand up, the door was pushed open and Ivy blinked in surprise when Hermione wandered in.

"Oh, good. Ivy, you're awake," Hermione smiled. "Good morning. Mrs Weasley said breakfast's ready."

There was a low groan and both girls looked at the sleeping redhead who was reluctantly beginning to wake up.

"Morning, Ginevra," Ivy quirked a humoured brow.

Her blue eyes blinked awake, her brows furrowing as she glanced at them, completely disheveled. "Morning," The ginger barely muttered.

"Ginny, your mother's calling you down to come eat," Hermione instructed her.

Ginny groaned and slammed her face down into her pillow, tugging the blanket over herself.

An amused smile appeared on Ivy's face as she looked back at a confused Hermione. The bushy-haired girl shook her head, "I need to go wake your brother and Ronald, I'll see you downstairs."

Harry had been having a lot of nightmares recently, his scar burning up and paining him every night. It meant that waking him up had been a terror to do as he would get startled and jump up every time.

Ivy raised her brows, "Good luck."

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The sun had barely even begun to rise when Ivy trailed behind, near Harry and Ron, as they followed Arthur Weasley towards some trees. The dark-haired girl didn't know what they were doing or where they were going, she didn't care.

She did however make a promise to Remus and Sirius that she would attempt to make an effort and join the Weasley's so here she was, disassociating to get this trip over with.

Ivy wore dark grey wide-leg jeans and a light grey, ribbed v-neck top with a white lace trim, paired with an old, brown, leather jacket she took from Sirius which was oversized on her and a pair of black converse. Her voluminous black hair flowed around her shoulders, reaching her mid-back.

"Ron, where are we actually going?" Harry asked.

"Dunno," Ron admitted before calling out. "Hey, dad? Where are we going?"

"Haven't the foggiest," Mr Weasley chirped in a tone that didn't match his words. It caused Ivy to pause and scrunch her face in confusion before sighing and continuing. "Keep up!"

"Arthur!" Some man Ivy couldn't see called out. "It's about time, son!"

"Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start. This is Amos Diggory, everyone." A short man with glasses and a walking stick stood before them, a big rucksack on his back. Someone jumped off the tree, beside him. "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"