About two years have passed since I stepped into the Wizarding world. All the time I spent in the Asylum before coming here seems so distant now. Glancing out the window I can see the wide expanse of countryside before me like every morning in the Summer Break when I am not at Hogwarts.
Every morning I see freedom spread before me. That one thing I was deprived of so badly in my early years is so close in my grasp that at times it almost feels like a dream.
Two years have passed yet I still fear of waking up in the white room where I was held captive for most of my life. Two years and I still fear that I am just dreaming and all this would end soon as I wake up.
If that is the case, I don't ever want to wake up.
Thinking of freedom and long captivity, I was reminded of Sirius. Last year he managed to escape as Harry and Hermione used the time turner to alter fate and spare two innocent lives.
Sirius and Buckbeak.
Both accused of a crime they didn't even commit.
I was shaken out of my thoughts as the door to my bedroom flew open. "Dad bought the tickets!" Ginny stood there much out of breath and panting from excitement, "and Mum's calling you downstairs."
Oh of course. I'm late than usual. Quickly getting out of bed I changed into a much casual dress but threw on the knitted Weasley jumper because the weather was slightly breezy today.
When I came downstairs, breakfast was being laid out and an excited buzz had taken over the whole house it seemed.
All the Quidditch excitement had made us forget about our upcoming OWL results temporarily. And while I know the results are going to come soon enough and explode on us like a bomb, still I'm glad for the current distraction.
Fred and George told me that we would be leaving today for the site of the World Cup. We were to live in a camp over there and all of us were going except Mum.
The breakfast was finished in a much quicker time than usual and soon enough we were whisked off to our rooms to pack our rucksacks with all necessary equipment we would be needing for the stay.
Hermione had arrived to the Burrow a day earlier and all of us would be using a portkey except Bill, Charlie and Perce who will be using apparition.
This year Percy secured a job in the Ministry Of Magic and since then he's been treating us like miniature humans who know nothing of the world.
While I do think it's great that he got the job he wanted, his continuous bossiness has begun to get on my nerves.
Even now he was telling anyone who would listen about the top secret event he was assigned to by the Ministry which will take place after the Quidditch World Cup.
We were spared the trouble of listening to Percy ranting about his high and mighty job when Dad came an hour later and told us to get going.
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The portkey we had to use was stationed at Stoatshead Hill. According to Dad, nearly two hundred portkeys had been placed around Britain to transport thousands of wizards to the site of the World Cup.
We had just reached the hill and Dad was looking for the portkey when another family climbed up as well.
Ah the Diggorys, I realized soon as I saw Cedric trudging up beside them.
Seeing the newcomers spread identical scowls on the twin's faces. Oh probably because Hufflepuff had beaten us in a Quidditch match last year and Cedric was the captain. Other than that I don't think there must be any reason for the sudden disapproval.
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Through The Veil「 The Veil Trilogy Part Ⅱ 」✔
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