Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter nineteen- you are stunning

I woke up in my bed, though I don't remember getting into it. Before I had time to figure out how I got there, Molly shook my shoulder gently, whispering through the darkness of the room

"(Y/n), dear, get up please, it's time to go"
"I'm up, I'm up" I muttered, my body aching at the lack of rest I'd given it.

"Good morning, (y/n)" Hermione greeted, stepping out of the bathroom, already fully dressed.
"Damn you and your perfect sleep schedule, 'Mione"

she chuckled, handing me my hairbrush before sitting down on her bed, waiting for me to get ready so we could go downstairs together. I walked into the cramped bathroom, glancing in the mirror. My hair was slightly disheveled from bed, and there was a faint tinting of darkness underneath my eyes, but it faded away once I washed my face. I grabbed the nearest pair of bottoms, a pair of white sweatpants, and a tight red cropped shirt. I quickly brushed my hair and slipped in a small pair of gold hoops and walked down to the kitchen with Hermione.

"Morning, (y/n), Hermione" Harry greeted when we entered, and I held in a laugh at the sight of Mr.Weasley in an odd array of muggle clothing, explaining how we'd be getting to the Quidditch Cup through a Portkey.

"George!" Molly said sharply, catching sight of the colourful toffee wrappers in both twin's pockets, "what's that in your pockets?"
"Nothing" he replied innocently, making to leave, but Molly was faster
"Accio! Accio! Accio Accio Accio! Oh honestly!"She said disapprovingly as an alarming amount of ton-tongee tongues zoomed out of all sorts of unlikely hiding places, "I told you two to get rid of them!" She yelled, collecting every last toffee and dumping them all into the trash bin.
"We spent six months developing those" Fred complained indignantly, shooting me a quick mischievous glance, and I winked at him slyly
"Oh a fine was to spend six months" Molly laughed, "no wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s!"

The twins were still glaring at Molly as she bid everyone farewell as we set off for the Portkey location, giving me a big hug. If only she knew the part I had played in the twins' joke development. Speaking of the twins, they had identical sour looks on their faces as they left the burrow without a word to their mother.

"Oi!" I called to them, jogging ahead to join them, "You're lucky I'm a genius"
"What're talking about (y/n)?"

I smirked, reaching up my shirt to my bra strap, to the nervous looks of the twins

"Bloody hell, what are you doing" Fred said, eyes wide
"Stripping" I said, voice overflowing with sarcasm, before triumphantly pulling out a handful of ton-tongue toffees I had managed to snag before they got thrown away. The twins' expressions changed from nervous to ecstatic, taking the toffees from me and whooping loudly. I laughed, then shrieked as they swiftly picked me up and sat my on their shoulders, chanting

"ALL HAIL (Y/N), OUR TOFFEE SAVIOUR"
"You dimwits, put me down!" I demanded, laughing with them.

Thankfully, they complied, setting me down and chasing each other up the path. The morning events had exhausted me, along with the lack of sleep. I could barely keep my eyes open as I walked alongside Harry.

"Hey Harry?"
"Yeah (y/n)?"
"How'd I get to bed last night? Last thing I remember is sitting in the garden with you."
"You fell asleep, so I brought you back inside."
I smiled. "You carried me in? That must've been some work"
He shook his head, also smiling. "Actually you're quite light, it was like carrying a a bunch of feathers."

"We've made it, and with..." Mr.Weasley paused, checking his watch, "ten invites to spare. Now we just need the Portkey"
"Over here, Arthur, we've got it!" A voice sounded from the other side of the hill. Soon, two figured emerged, one was a short, bearded man, and the other was...

"CED!" I yelled, running over to the tall figure and jumping up into his arms, laughing as he spun me around. Everyone exchanged glances of mild surprise, expect for Hermione, who knew everything, Ginny, who seemed rather annoyed at my joy, and Harry, who frowned deeply at the brown haired boy.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone" Mr. Weasley introduced, "He works for the Department for the Regulation and control of Magical Creatures. And this is his son, Cedric.though I see you've already met" he ended with an air of amusement, glancing at me with a knowing smile.

"Hi"  Cedric greeted warmly, to a chorus of hellos.

His father peered over at the gaggle of children, saying to Mr.Weasley

"These all yours, Arthur?"
"Oh no, only the redheads" Mr Weasley assured, making introductions, "these three" he gestured to me, Hermione, and Harry, "are friends of Ron's. This is Hermione, Harry, and (Y/n)"

"Merlin's beard, Harry Potter?" Mr. Diggory said, eyes widening, and I saw Harry shift uncomfortably as he studied his scar. He then turned to me, the corners of his eyes now wrinkling together with glee as he said to me, " Ah, so you are (Y/n)"

"Have we met before" I asked uncertaintly
"Well, not necessarily, but Cedric here's just been running his mouth off about you all summer, haven't you, my boy? Even more stunning in person, wouldn't you say?" I looked at Cedric, whose face was turning pink, and I raised my brows at him as his father continued, "Couse he's told me all about playing against the two of you last year...I said to him, I said-Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will...you beat Harry Potter!"

"He fell of his broom, Dad" Cedric muttered, "I told you...it was an accident"
"Yes but you didn't fall off, did you?" Mr. diggory announced loudly, "Always modest, our Cedric, always the gentleman...but the best man won, I'm sure Harry would say say the same, wouldn't you , eh? Two fall off their broom, the third stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which is the best flier"

Harry seemed to be at a loss of words. Lucky for him,I had enough for both of us.

"Excuse me, who the hell-" I started, but was sadly cut off by a hand that quickly covered my mouth, limiting my ability to freely scold Mr. Diggory. I glared at Harry, then directly below me at his hand, before biting down sharply on his index finger. He let out a short groan, pulling his hand away from my mouth and bringing it up to his face, inspecting the teeth marks.

"(Y/n)!"
"Don't ever stop me from speaking"
"One of us has to be the responsible one"

I rolled my eyes and jogged up to the rest of the group, who had moved to the top of the hill, the Portkey, an old moody boot, placed in the center of a circle they had formed. I squeezed in between Ron and Cedric, who slipped an arm around my waist and I giggled lightly.

"I'm sorry about, you know, my dad" he said, tilting his head down to meet mine, "he means no harm he's just a bit oblivious sometimes"
"It's alright" I said, smiling, "sooooo" I continued, my voice becoming teasing, and he raised his eyebrows slightly as he said,
"What?"
"You think I'm stunning?" I said playfully, seeing the blush return to his face, "oooo you think I'm stuuuuuningggg" I repeated, singing the last word. He studied me for a few seconds before replying
"You are stunning"

I closed my mouth, not sure how to reply to the compliment. Thankfully, I didn't need to, as it was time to use the Portkey.

"You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, a finger will do" Mr.Weasley instructed, to a series of nods all around, gathering closer to the boot as we waited for Mr. Weasley's word

"Three..." he counted, eyes still on his watch, "Two...One!"

My fingers barely brushed the boot, but I felt a sudden jolt, I was lifted off the ground and thrown into the air, tossing and turning. Just as I felt bile coming up my throat, I tumbled onto a grassy field, groaning at the impact.

"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill"