For The Love of Pranks! I Love You!

Welcome! To the Quidditch World Cup!

This walk had to be one of the longest walks of my life... There was hardly any conversation and a couple times Fred and I had to shove George to keep him awake.

"Hey Dad! Where are we going?" We hear Ron yell from behind us.

"Haven't the foggiest, keep up!" Well that's reassuring... The twins grown in unison.

Walking a bit farther, the fog gets a bit thinner and a silhouette is soon seen at the top of the hill.

"Arthur! It's about time." The man says, and Mr. Weasley seems to get a bit more of a pep in his steps.

"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." Mr. Weasley says, casting a glance towards the trio.

"This is Amos Diggory everyone, he works with me at the ministry. And this young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" He asks shaking Cedric's hand, as Amos' attention turns toward Harry.

"Yes sir." He says with a charming smile, and turns his attention to the twins and I.

"Hello Fred, George. And, Evelyn right?" He says attempting to shake the boys' hands, but they just nod in his direction, too tired to be polite.

"That's me." I say with a smile. "Sorry about these two, they don't do well with being up this early." I say pointing at the two pouters.

"It's alright, I totally understand. But it's worth it." He says with another smile, and I see Fred tense out of the corner of my eye. "Who do you think will win?" He asks as we start to walk up the hill.

"I've got my money on Ireland—"

"Yeah, we all decided that Ireland will win this one."

Fred butts in wrapping an arm around my waste in full view of Cedric. Causing me to snicker at his jealousy, and poor Cedric to look confusedly at the gesture.

"Shall we? We don't want to be late." We hear Mr. Diggory say, snapping all of our attention to the rest of the group, realizing we're close to the portkey.

At the top of a hill lays a manky old boot, our portkey to the cup, and our group gathers around in a circle waiting for the time to grab on and go.

"Why are we all standing around a manky old boot?" Harry asks voice laced with curiousity.

"That isn't just any old manky boot mate." Fred says, as we get closer to the top.

"It's called a portkey Harry." I say with a smile as we circle around and place our fingers on it.

"Time to go. Ready?" Mr. Diggory asks, and we all nod.

"What's a portkey?" Harry asks while standing behind the group, he better fall in before he gets left behind..

"On 3 everyone. One... Two..."

"Harry, c'mon!" I yell, causing him to run forward and places his hand on the boot.

"Three!" And suddenly we're spinning, faster than apparation, causing a weird vertigo and a sick feeling to come over me.

"Let go kids!"

Mr. Weasley yells over the wind and with a deep breath, I close my eyes tightly and let go quickly. Suddenly I feel a hand grab mine, and squeeze it in comfort–letting me know it's Fred.

Suddenly we hit the ground, or what I believe is the ground with collective grunts. I open my eyes to find myself face to well chest with Fred, causing me to laugh breathlessly.

"Well hello Love." I say propping myself up, smiling down at Fred as he laughs slightly.

"Nice of you to drop in beautiful." He says with a smirk.