A World Fading To Black - BOOK 2

Chapter 3 - The 422nd Quidditch World Cup

I finally see the board with the fancy-lettered words; 'Privet Drive'. Ew. I fly towards one of the windows of number 4, and knock on it with my beak.

I hear a muffled and bored "What?" and see a dark-haired boy turn his face towards me. It lights up as soon as he recognises me, and he runs to open the window.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

I quickly turn back to my human form, "I have a message for you".

He turns serious, "What is it?"

I chuckle, "Don't worry, bud! The Weasleys are going to the Quidditch World Cup with Amos and Cedric Diggory this weekend. Fred and George asked me if Dad, Moony and I wanted to go, and we said yes. Then they told me to ask you; Ron owled Hermione yesterday and she's going too, by the way" I add, "So, do you want to come?"

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"Go on, don't be late!" Ms Weasley yells, dragging the twins and I to the door.

We arrived at the Burrow about ten minutes ago; the sun hasn't gone up yet. Outside it's dawning already, though. But it's still dark.

Ms Weasley waves at us from the door as we make our way to... wherever we're going.

"Come on, everyone!" Mr Weasley shouts, "We have to get there quickly!"

"I haven't been to a Quidditch match in so long!" Dad shrieks excitedly.

I chuckle and see Moony smile sweetly and take Dad's hand in his. They're so cute...

"That prick Diggory's going to come with us..." Fred mutters.

"Cedric?" I ask, "Seriously, what's your problem with him?"

"He caught that Snitch last year..." George answers darkly, "Oliver got so mad, he almost used an Unforgivable Curse on McGonagall..."

"Oh, please" I say, smiling, "He seems to be a good guy! And you don't have to interact with him if you don't want"

I take Fred's right hand in my left and George's left in my right.

"We'll just have fun as usual" I say, receiving two warm beams in return.

After some hours we find ourselves in front of a grassy hill.

"Well," Mr Weasley says looking up, "the sooner we begin, the sooner we're there"

And we start climbing; it's much harder than it seems, especially now that the sun is already up. But we get to the top in some long minutes.

Everyone is panting, but they're suddenly interrupted by someone's voice.

"Look, son!" they say, "They arrived!"

Mr Weasley looks up and goes to shake the hand of a short, pink-faced man.

"Hello, everyone!" says the man while a boy appears behind him. The boy has brown hair, light skin and soft brown eyes; Cedric Diggory, of course.

"This is Amos Diggory and his son, Cedric; you probably know him" Mr Weasley says.

I hear some 'hello's and 'hi's, though the twins only wave, clearly annoyed at Cedric.

Then Mr Diggory starts bragging about how his son is perfect at everything and Harry isn't as good as people say. Cedric just tries some excuses (that never work) and we simply stay quiet in the background.

"So, here's the portkey!" Mr Diggory announces, holding up some old and rotten-looking boot.

I look at George, then at Fred. We all look at Hermione for help.