Hogwarts is My Home (A Harry Potter Fanfiction), Part 4/7

Chapter 1

There's a knock at my door.

"Ashlyn, dear, time to get up." It's Mrs. Malfoy. "We're leaving for the World Cup today."

"Okay, I'll be downstairs in a minute," I reply. I can't believe I'm going to the Quidditch World Cup! I jump out of bed energized, despite it being 4:00 in the morning and the sun not being up yet. I'm too excited! I get dressed and run a brush through my hair. I run downstairs and eat breakfast. Draco comes downstairs, yawning, sloppily dressed and hair messed up.

"We're going to the World Cup by Portkey. Ours leaves in fifteen minutes," he tells me. "Why it's so early, I don't know."

"They have wizards coming in from all over the world," Mr. Malfoy says. "They have to stagger the times so everyone's not coming in at once. Luckily, our Portkey is only a two minute walk from here."

We finish breakfast and walk outside into the warm July air. I'm packed for the night that we'll be staying there. Our Portkey is an old water bottle. If I were a Muggle, I wouldn't want to pick it up. Wizards are just cool like that. The four of us gather around the water bottle, everyone putting a finger on the bottle. Draco looks at his watch.

"4:30," he says. There's a jerking feeling in my stomach, and we fly up and start spinning around. We land on top of a hill.

"4:30 from Mirkwood Forest," a voice says. I turn to see a wizard that has obviously tried to dress like a Muggle, but failed at it. "Ah, hello Lucius," he says.

"Basil," Mr. Malfoy greets him.

"Malfoy, Malfoy. . ." Basil starts. "A half mile walk to your left. Third field you come to. The site manager is Mrs. Tale."

"Thank you," Mr. Malfoy says. We follow him and walk across a misty moor, past the first two fields. It's really early, and the tents that are already set up are silent. Everyone in the campsite is asleep. We get to the third small building. We enter through the door. There's an older woman in there, she looks to be in her mid-fifties.

"Name?" she asks, bored.

"Malfoy," Mr. Malfoy says.

"Ah, yes, prepaid, I see. You're near the end of the first row outside the door," she says.

We exit the building, looking for the sign that says Malfoy. There's a small tent there, already set up, but it doesn't look big enough for two people, let alone four. I look at Draco questioningly, and he holds up a finger, signaling me to wait. I follow him inside the tent. It's huge on the inside, complete with three bedrooms, a kitchen, living room, and bathroom.

"Get some rest," Draco tells me. "The World Cup isn't until tonight, and it's 4:45." I gladly lay on my bed and fall asleep.

A/N: So that was like the shortest chapter ever but HERE IS THE NEW BOOK!  It's completely written and finished, and at the moment I am working on completing the fifth book.  I'm really enjoying writing this series so far, and I hope you enjoy reading it!  Love you!