Triwizard or rather, Pentawizard Tornament

Chapter 2

"Hey Dad, where are we going?" Ron questioned from the back of the group which consisted of Mr. Weasley, George and Fred, Hermonie, Ginny, Lucy, Ron, and Harry.

"Haven't the foggiest. Keep up." Mr. Weasley declared.

"Arthur! It's about time." A voice called out.

"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." Right on que, Ron yawned. "This is Amos Diggory everyone. He works with me, at the Ministry."

Just then a boy jumped from a nearby tree and landed besides Amos. 

"And this strapping young man must be Cedric, am I right?" Arthur Weasley presumed.

"Yes sir." Cedric confirmed.

"Is it yeah, it's over there." Arthur spoke. 

Ginny and Lucy sped to the top of the hill to see an old boot. The group gathered around the boot and grabbed a hold, so each person was touching it, except for Harry who grabbed on at the last moment, and whooshed off. Bright light illuminated them as the portkey spun them round and round.

"Let go kids." Mr. Weasley instructed. 

"What?" Hermonie exclaimed. 

"Let go!" He repeated.

"Lucy landed hard on the ground, as did all the others except for Amos, Cedric, and Mr. Weasley who moved their legs, as if ridding a bicycle until they softly landed on the grass.

"I'll bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?" Arthur chuckled. 

Lucy stood before giving Ginny a hand up. Ginny had invited Luna as well as Lucy, but only Lucy could come. The two girls soon joined Hermonie, followed by the two adults up the hill to see a few wizards on broomsticks racing across the sky and thousands upon thousands of tents.

"Well kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup." Mr. Weasley proclaimed.

As the group which now included Amos and Cedric Diggory made there way through the crowd they noticed all sorts of fascinating delights. Musicians, jugglers, and animals of all sorts and kinds.

The Diggorys gave their farewells as they and they Weasleys along with their guests split ways. Arthur Weasley led them to a small, plain looking tent. How would that fit them all?

Ginny sensed her friends confusion so she waved her in after her as encouragement. Inside the small tent was several large spacious rooms complete with furniture such as beds, tables, and chairs scattered about.

Lucy loved magic.

"Girls, choose a bunk and unpack, Ron get out of the kitchen, we're all hungry." Arthur ordered. 

"Yeah, get out of the kitchen Ron." George and Fred repeated in unison.

"Feet off the table." Arthur Weasley commanded.

"Feet off the table!" The twins mimicked as they removed their feet from the table only to replace them on top of the table once again.

Lucy, instead of unpacking, simply tossed her shoulder bag onto her bed. Her father had given it to her for her most recent birthday. It had an undetectable extension charm placed on it, which was extremely convenient.

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"Blimey Dad, how far up are we?" Ron exclaimed as they rose higher and higher by wary of cat walks.

"Well put it this wary, if it rains, you'll be the first to know." Lucius Malfoy ridiculed form below.

"Father and I are in the Minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." Draco gloated.

Lucius jabbed Draco in the stomach with his serpent headed staff. "Don't boast Draco, there's no need with these people."

As the Weasleys, Hermione, Harry, and Lucy turned to go the adult Malfoy caught Harry's foot with the head of his staff. "Do enjoy yourself, don't you, while you can."

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Their seats were at the very top. It was a good thing Lucy wasn't afraid of heights. Krum, which sounded too much like crumb to be a wise name, was an excellent flier, he even caught the gold snitch.

After the match was over and the group had returned to the ten Fred and George started dancing in their Irish colors until Ron interrupted, saying "There's no one like Krum."

"Krum? Dumb Krum." the twins respond.

"He's like a bird the way he rides the wind." Ron continued, "He's more than an athlete, he's an artist."

"I think you're in love Ron." Ginny asserted.

"Shut up Gin." Ron muttered.

"Victor I love you, Victor I do, when we're apart my heart only beats only for you." The mischievous twins and Harry sang. Ginny and Lucy laughing all the while.

Noise from outside distracted one of the twins. "Looks like the Irish have got their pride on."

"Stop it!" Arthur Weasley commanded. "It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here, now."

Lucy snatched up her bad and followed them outside into the night. Screaming, panic, and an overwhelming amount of fear filled the air.

"It's the Death Eaters!" A voice yelled.

"Get to the portkey everyone and stick together! Fred, George, Ginny is your responsibility. Go!" Mr. Weasley ordered.

The four raced toward the portkey, almost getting separated several times on the way due to the panicking and stampeding crowd. Fire being sent at tents by the cloaked and masked figures got the wizards into even more of a frenzy. It was a relief when the four reached the boot, and regrouped with the others, but where was Harry?