Da Long Lost Relatives (Hoo and Hp fanfic)

The World Cup

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter. :p

Percy P.O.V

"We're here" Amos Diggory announces as we reach the amazing, spectacular, one of a kind,... Shoe?  I give a questioning look to Cedric.  He waves a hand as if to say not to worry.  I look over at my cousin, and see he is just as confused as I am. 

I finally decide to bring the question to attention. 

"Ummm... How are we supposed to get to the thingie with a shoe?" I ask.

"You mean quidditch." Hermione corrects. 

"Qui- what?!"

"Nevermind with the quidditch!" Amos says, irritated.

"The point is," Arthur interrupts.  "This shoe is a portkey.  We hold onto it, and it will take us to the world cup."  Oh.  We all stand in awkward silence.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Hermione asks a bit to enthusiastically.  "Let's go!"

"She's right." Cedric sighs. 

"Just let go when we tell you, all right?" Molly explains.  We all nod in understanding.  "Good." She nods.  Everyone grabs onto the smelly shoe.  Suddenly it starts spinning rapidly in the air. 

With my free hand, I cover my mouth to make sure I don't hurl on Ron.  The clear, blue sky rumbles with thunder.  Probably Zeus saying, Don't even think of puking in my domain, sea scum!

Drama Queen, I mumble under my breath. 

"3..." Mr. Weasley starts.

"2...

1..,

GO!" He finishes.  Everyone let's go right on cue.  And I come crashing down to earth.  I brace for impact.  Then I remember the stuff we learned at Camp Jupiter.  They would have people drop from eagles.  So right before I hit the grass, I tuck into a ball, and roll. Most of the others weren't as successful as me though.  Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George all hit the ground. 

"Bloody H*ll!" Ron exclaims, coughing up grass and dirt.

"I feel you." Harry says, his voice muffeled. He's laying down face first in a patch of dirt.  He lifts his head up. His emerald green eyes widen as he gazes up at the sky.  His eyes widen.  "How'd they do that?"

My eyes follow his, and I see all of the adults (and Cedric) slowly descending from the air.  Wow. Wizards are weird.

"Why couldn't you teach me how to do that, Ced?" I ask as he reaches the ground.

"First, you're a new wizard, you wouldn't be able to do that. Second. It was fun watching you fall." Cedric says, a smug smile appears. I just roll my eyes at the son of Hecate. I turn around, and I'm pretty sure my jaws drops to the ground.

I'm staring at a field of tents, and booths. There's a giant stadium off to the side. I can see loads of witches and wizards in long, billowing robes roaming the grounds. Ginny turns to me, and laughs at my expression.