‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Y/N POV || 1994 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
"So Y/N, how were your holidays? It's almost September first." Cedric commented.
"You know what that means. Torture!" I joked, Cedric laughed heartily. My father slapped my shoulder. "I mean school." I corrected.
"So, Amos how's your Department of the ministry?" My father asked Cedric's father.
"Same old!" He waved off, they then started a conversation which was joined in with my mother, who seemed quite interested. After a few minuted passed by, Amos yelled.
"Arthur! It's about time son."
"Sorry Amos! Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." He turned to everyone behind him and introduced Amos. "This is Amos Diggory everyone, he works with me at the ministry." He then turned back to Amos. "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"
"Yes sir." Cedric politely responded.
"These two are M/N L/N and F/N L/N and their daughter, you already know her." Arthur said with a smile, George immediately ran towards me and engulfed me in a hug, lifting me up off the ground.
"Fuck you're tall." I whispered into his ear, causing him to chuckle at my observation.
"Merlin's beard you must be Harry Potter!" I heard Amos yell, he tries to get a better look at his scar as I slowly get released from George's iron grip.
"Great, great pleasure." Amos says. He grabs Harry's hand and shakes it.
"Pleasure to meet you too sir." Harry nervously states. We all walk up a hill, my hand latched onto George's. Based off the sour look my father was giving, it was much to his dismay. I turned my head in George's direction, so up, and smiled.
"Take a picture, love, it'll last longer." George chuckled.
"Wow, I see how it is." I huffed with a smile. "So how were your holidays?"
"Boring." George sighed. "How was yours?"
"I missed you." I mumbled.
"Me too, sunshine." He laughed at my embarrassed state. I don't actually know why I was so embarrassed.
"That's it sir, just over there!" Arthur comments.
"Shall we? We don't want to be late." My father responds. Amos giving him a nod in agreement, we all wondered around the portkey.
"Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?" Harry asked. I stifled a laughter.
"That isn't just any old manky boot mate." Fred scoffed.
"It's a portkey." George explained, pulling me after him, he let go of my hand and we got put our hands onto the boot.
"Time to go. Ready?" Amos asked.
"What's a 'portkey'?" Harry asked, causing me to giggle.
"After three, one... two..." My father started to count.
"Harry!" Arthur exclaimed, Harry put his hands onto the boot just in time.
"Three!" My mother exclaimed. There's a white flash and suddenly we're all flying through the air. Everyone cheers, well rather, everyone yells. Harry, Hermione and the young Weasleys crash to the ground with a loud thump. Arthur, Amos, my parents, Cedric and I come down more gracefully in comparison.
"I bet that cleared your sinuses eh?" Arthur said, causing my dad to laugh. Cedric helped Harry to his feet as I stretched my hand out for Hermione and Ginny to grab. They took my hands and stood up, brushing themselves off.
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FanficFORMERLY YELLOW FLOWERS Y/N M/N L/N is one of the sacred twenty-nine, pure blood families. She lives in a place grander than Malfoy Manor and insists of simply being treated as though she were the same as muggle born. Although their riches, the L/N...
