The Daughter of Regulus Black (HP/Charmed)

Chapter 1

"Must be nearly time," said Mr. Weasley quickly, pulling out his watch again. "Do you know whether we're waiting for any more, Amos?"

"Two more, Lovegood has asked me to make sure his niece's get their. They only got in from San Francisco last night. But other from them no, the Fawcetts couldn't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory. "There aren't any more of us in this area, are there?"

"Not that I know of," said Mr. Weasley. "It's a minute off. . . . If Lovegoods niece's wants to make it they better hurry. The rest of you get ready. . . ."

He looked around at Harry and Hermione.

"You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, a finger will do —" With difficulty, owing to their bulky backpacks, the nine of them crowded around the old boot held out by Amos Diggory. They all stood there, in a tight circle, as a chill breeze swept over the hilltop. Nobody spoke. It suddenly occurred to Harry how odd this would look if a Muggle were to walk up here now . . . nine people, two of them grown men, clutching this manky old boot in the semi-darkness, waiting. . . .

"Wait!!" The nine of them turned their attention to a girl with long dark black hair racing up the side of the hill. She stumbled a bit but luckily didn't fall. She looked to be about a year older than Harry. Clutching her hand was a little girl, around the age of 10, with white blonde hair.

"Three . . ." muttered Mr. Weasley, one eye still on his watch,

"Their not going to make it." Hermione said worried for these girls she didn't even know the names of.

"two . . . one . . ."

In the last second the older girl reached out and grabbed hold of the portkey, holding on to her sister with the other.

It happened immediately: They felt as though a hook just behind their navel had been suddenly jerked irresistibly forward. They felt their feet left the ground; Harry could feel Ron and Hermione on either side of him, their shoulders banging into his; they were all speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling color; Harry's forefinger was stuck to the boot as though it was pulling him magnetically onward and then —

His feet slammed into the ground; Ron staggered into him and he fell over; the Portkey hit the ground near his head with a heavy thud.

Harry looked up. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric were still standing, though looking very windswept; everybody else was on the ground, including the girl with the long black hair and the one with white hair.

"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill," said a voice.

"Ow." The older girl said in a monotone voice. Getting up from the ground and brushing herself off, she helped her sister up and dusted her off. Then she picked up her satchel that had landed a few feet away from her and hung it on her shoulder.

Harry disentangled himself from Ron and got to his feet. They had arrived on what appeared to be a deserted stretch of misty moor. In front of them was a pair of tired and grumpy-looking wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill. Both were dressed as Muggles, though very inexpertly: The man with the watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-length galoshes; his colleague, a kilt and a poncho.

"Morning, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, picking up the boot and handing it to the kilted wizard, who threw it into a large box of used Portkeys beside him; Harry could see an old newspaper, an empty drinks can, and a punctured football.

"Hello there, Arthur," said Basil wearily. "Not on duty, eh? It's all right for some. . . . We've been here all night. . . . You'd better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at five-fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite. . . . Weasley . . . Weasley . . ." He consulted his parchment list.

"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... Oh wait! What about the Lovegoods?" said Mr. Weasley, remembering about Lovegoods Niece's. Basil was about to consult his list when the older girl spoke up.

"Oh don't worry about it. I already know where it is. Luna sent me an owl." She sounded nothing like her cousin, her voice was confident and strong. She didn't have a dreamy look in her eye unlike her cousin Luna. Also She had an American accent mixed with a fading English one.

"Our campsite is just past yours, Mr. Weasley. You wouldn't mind if we walk with you all, would you?" The same girl asked.

"Not at all." Mr weasley said smiling and beckoning everyone to follow him.

"I don't believe you ever told us your names." Hermione stated.

"It's Cassiopeia, but I prefer to be called Cassie. And this is Carina also known as Carry," Carry hid behind her sister, "She's a bit shy."

"My name is Hermione Granger. It is nice to meet both of you." Hermione said giving a kind smile to Carry.