Hogwarts Love Story Part 15

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Year four is here! Oliver has left Hogwarts,but he won't leave you behind.With a big event at Hogwarts approaching,everyone is excited. Are you going to survive year four? =/

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Created by: 5thMarauder

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  1. *Hola peoples! Welcome to year four! It might be a bit rushed,but anyway..enjoy!*
  2. You sat on your bed reading. Third year was over,and in a couple of weeks,you'd be going into year four.You heard something it your window.You put the book down and went over to look.It was a shaggy brown owl.Opening the window and lifting the owl in,you saw a letter attached to his leg.You untied it,and began reading it."____,the Quidditch World Cup is on next Monday. Dad managed to get tickets for everyone! You can stay for the rest of the Holidays too.Hope to see you soon-Ron-FRED&GEORGE".You scribbled a reply,and soon got a reply.This time,it was from the owl Sirius gave Ron."Great! We'll pick you up tomorrow at four.We're picking Harry up at five.See you tomorrow!-Ron-FRED&GEORGE".By 12 o clock the next day,you were packed and waiting.You heard voices downstairs.Opening your door to Fred,George and Ron,you hugged them all."We've got to go!" called a man downstairs.When you saw him,you knew it was mr.Weasley.
  3. Mr.Weasley threw some floo powder into the fireplace. When you stepped into it,and someone yelled Harry's address,you were flying through darkness.You landed in a small space.The wall was blocked.Mr.Weasley began banging on the wall."Ouch! Fred,no-go back,go back,there's been some kind of mistake - tell George not to - OUCH! George,no,there's no room,go back quickly and tell Ron -" said Mr.Weasley."Maybe Harry can hear us, Dad - maybe he'll be able to let us out -"."Harry? Harry, can you hear us?".Harry approached the fireplace and called through the boards."Mr. Weasley? Can you hear me?"."Mr. Weasley, it's Harry...the fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through there."."Damn!" said Mr. Weasley's voice."What on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for?"."They've got an electric fire," Harry explained. "Really?" said Mr. Weasley's excitedly."Eclectic,you say? With a plug? Gracious, I must see that....Let's think...Ouch, Ron!"."What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?",said Ron. "Oh no, Ron,"Fred said,very sarcastically."No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up.". "Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here," said George.You laughed."Boys, boys..." said Mr. Weasley vaguely."I'm trying to think what to do....Yes...only way...Stand back, Harry."Mr.Weasley said something.The electic fire burst back into the room,showering you all in loose chippings and rubble.You emerged into the room.The Dursleys back as far away as possible.
  4. "That's better," panted Mr. Weasley, brushing dust from his long green robes and straightening his glasses. "Ah - you must be Harry's aunt and uncle!" Tall, thin, and balding, he moved toward Mr.Dursley,his hand outstretched,but M.Dursley backed away several paces,dragging Mrs.Dursley."Er - yes - sorry about that," said Mr. Weasley, lowering his hand and looking over his shoulder at the blasted fireplace. "It's all my fault. It just didn't occur to me that we wouldn't be able to get out at the other end. I had your fireplace connected to the Floo Network, you see - just for an afternoon, you know, so we could get Harry. Muggle fireplaces aren't supposed to be connected, strictly speaking - but I've got a useful contact at the Floo Regulation Panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it right in a jiffy, though, don't worry. I'll light a fire to send the kids back,and then I can repair your fireplace before I Disapparate"."Hello, Harry!" said Mr. Weasley brightly. "Got your trunk ready?" "It's upstairs," said Harry, grinning back."We'll get it," said Fred at once. Winking at Harry, he and George left the room."Well," said Mr. Weasley,swinging his arms slightly,while he tried to find words to break the very nasty silence."Very - erm - very nice place you've got here."Mr. Weasley was looking around. He loved everything to do with Muggles.You saw him looking at the telivision and raideo."They run off eckeltricity, do they?" he said knowledgeably. "Ah yes, I can see the plugs.I collect plugs,"he added to Uncle Vernon."And batteries.Got a very large collection of batteries.My wife thinks I'm mad, but there you are." Dudley suddenly reappeared in the room.Dudley edged along the wall, gazing at Mr. Weasley with terrified eyes,and attempted to conceal himself behind his mother and father."Ah, this is your cousin, is it, Harry?" said Mr. Weasley, taking another brave stab at making conversation."Yep," said Harry, "that's Dudley.".Harry caugtht your,and Ron's eyes,and looked away as not to begin laughing.Fred and George came back into the room carrying Harry's school trunk. They glanced around as they entered and spotted Dudley. Their faces cracked into identical evil grins."Ah, right," said Mr. Weasley. "Better get cracking then."He pushed up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wand."Incendio!" said Mr. Weasley,pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him.Flames rose at once in the fireplace,crackling merrily as though they had been burning for hours.Mr. Weasley took a small drawstring bag from his pocket,untied it,took a pinch of the powder inside,and threw it onto the flames,which turned emerald green and roared higher than ever."Off you go then,Fred,_____" said Mr. Weasley."Coming," said Fred. "Oh no - hang on -".A bag of sweets had spilled out of Fred's pocket and the contents were now rolling in every direction - big,fat toffees in brightly colored wrappers.Fred scrambled around,cramming them back into his pocket,then gave the Dursleys a cheery wave,stepped forward,and walked right into the fire.You did the same. saying "the Burrow!",you flew through the darkness again.
  5. You landed in the Weasley's kitchen.Two men were sitting at the table.They stood up,and introduced themselves as Bill and Charlie.You introduced yourself and went to find Ginny and Hermione.You had never been in the house so you got a bit confused. You eventually found them.Opening a door,you saw Hermione and Ginny.They both got up and hugged you."You both look so different!",you exclaimed."So do you!" said Ginny.It was true.You were taller,your hair was longer,and your scars weren't as noticable.Your attitude was also even worse :/.You heard Mrs.Weasley downstairs,shouting at the twins."Should we go down?" asked Hermione. You made a face."No way".The three of you stayed up in Ginny's room until dinner.When you went downstairs,you saw that Mrs.Weasley was in a bad mood."Can you girls take the plates out please? We're eating outside".Picking up some plates,you went outside.Bill and Charlie were making the tables hover in the air,bashing into each other.
  6. You began laughing and cheering with the twins and Ginny,while Hermione hovered between anxiety and amusement.Ron and Harry came out,and began laughing.Bill's table caught Charlie's with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off.There was a clatter from overhead,and you all looked up to see Percy's head poking out of a window on the second floor."Will you keep it down?!" he bellowed. "Sorry, Perce," said Bill,grinning."How're the cauldron bottoms coming on?"."Very badly," said Percy peevishly,and he slammed the window shut.Chuckling, Bill and Charlie directed the tables safely onto the grass,end to end,and then, with a flick of his wand,Bill reattached the table leg and conjured tablecloths from nowhere.By seven o'clock, the two tables were groaning under dishes and dishes of Mrs. Weasley's excellent cooking,and the nine Weasleys,Harry,you and Hermione were settling yourselves down to eat beneath a clear,deep-blue sky. At the far end of the table,Percy was telling his father all about his report on cauldron bottoms."I've told Mr. Crouch that I'll have it ready by Tuesday," Percy was saying pompously."That's a bit sooner than he expected it,but I like to keep on top of things.I think he'll be grateful I've done it in good time,I mean,its extremely busy in our department just now,what with all the arrangements for the World Cup.We're just not getting the support we need from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Ludo Bagman -"."I like Ludo,"said Mr. Weasley mildly."He was the one who got us such good tickets for the Cup.I did him a bit of a favor: His brother,Otto, got into a spot of trouble - a lawnmower with unnatural powers - I smoothed the whole thing over." "Oh Bagman's likable enough, of course," said Percy dismissively,"but how he ever got to be Head of Department...when I compare him to Mr. Crouch! I can't see Mr. Crouch losing a member of our department and not trying to find out what's happened to them. You realize Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month now? Went on holiday to Albania and never came back?"."Yes, I was asking Ludo about that," said Mr. Weasley, frowning. "He says Bertha's gotten lost plenty of times before now - though must say, if it was someone in my department, I'd be worried...." "Oh Bertha's hopeless,all right," said Percy."I hear she's been shunted from department to department for years,much more trouble than she's worth...but all the same,Bagman ought to be trying to find her.Mr. Crouch has been taking a personal interest,she worked in our department at one time,you know,and I think Mr. Crouch was quite fond of her - but Bagman just keeps laughing and saying she probably misread the map and ended up in Australia instead of Albania.However" - Percy heaved an impressive sigh and took a deep swig of elderflower wine - "we've got quite enough on our plates at the Department of International Magical Cooperation without trying to find members of other departments too.As you know,we've got another big event to organize right after the World Cup." Percy cleared his throat significantly and looked down toward the end of the table where Harry,you,Ron and Hermione were sitting."You know the one I'm talking about,Father.".He raised his voice slightly."The top-secret one." Ron rolled his eyes and muttered,"He's been trying to get us to ask what that event is ever since he started work.Probably an exhibition of thick-bottomed cauldrons." In the middle of the table, Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Bill about his earring,which seemed to be a recent acquisition."...with a horrible great fang on it.Really, Bill,what do they say at the bank?"."Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure,"said Bill patiently."And your hair's getting silly, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, fingering her wand lovingly."I wish you'd let me give it a trim...."."I like it," said Ginny,who was sitting beside Bill."You're so old-fashioned,Mum. Anyway,it's nowhere near as long as Professor Dumbledore's...."
  7. Next to Mrs.Weasley,Fred,George,and Charlie were all talking spiritedly about the World Cup. "It's got to be Ireland," said Charlie thickly,through a mouthful of potato. "They flattened Peru in the semifinals."."Bulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though," said Fred. "How could you Fred?!",you exclaimed."We're obviously going to win"."Of course you'd say that,you're Irish",replied Fred. "Krum's one decent player,Ireland has got seven," said Charlie shortly."I wish England had got through. That was embarrassing, that was"."What happened?" said Harry eagerly."Went down to Transylvania,three hundred and ninety to ten",said Charlie gloomily."Shocking performance.And Wales lost to Uganda,and Scotland was slaughtered by Luxembourg." Mr. Weasley conjured up candles to light the darkening garden before you had homemade strawberry ice cream,and by the time you had finished,moths were fluttering low over the table,and the warm air was perfumed with the smells of grass and honeysuckle.Ron looked carefully up the table to check that the rest of the family were all busy talking,then he said very quietly to Harry,"So - have you heard from Sirius lately?" "Yeah," said Harry softly,"twice. He sounds okay. I wrote to him yesterday. He might write back while I'm here"."Look at the time," Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, checking her wristwatch."You really should be in bed,the whole lot of you you'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the Cup.The match went on for five days last time"."Wow - hope it does this time!" said Harry enthusiastically."Well, I certainly don't",said Percy sanctimoniously."I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days."Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred."That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy,going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!" "It was," Fred whispered to you as you got up from the table. "We sent it."
  8. You woke next morning,at the break of dawn.You felt as if you hadn't slept at all.You limbs were all aching.You,Hermione and Ginny dressed in silence,still not awake properly.You stumbled down the stairs,your eyes half closed.Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny said,rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table."We've got a bit of a walk",said Mr. Weasley."Walk?" said Harry."What, are we walking to the World Cup?" "No, no,that's miles away," said Mr. Weasley,smiling."We only need to walk a short way.It's just that it's very difficult for a large number of wizards to congregate without attracting Muggle attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best of times,and on a huge occasion like the Quidditch World Cup..."."George!" said Mrs. Weasley sharply,and you all jumped."What?" said George,in an innocent tone that deceived nobody."What is that in your pocket?"."Nothing!"."Don't you lie to me!".Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and said,"Accio!".Several small, brightly colored objects zoomed out of George's pocket;he made a grab for them but missed,and they sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand."We told you to destroy them!" said Mrs. Weasley furiously,holding up what were unmistakably more Ton-Tongue Toffees."We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets,go on, both of you!" It was an unpleasant scene; the twins had evidently been trying to smuggle as many toffees out of the house as possible,and it was only by using her Summoning Charm that Mrs. Weasley managed to find them all. "Accio! Accio! Accio!" she shouted,and toffees zoomed from all sorts of unlikely places,including the lining of George's jacket and the turn-ups of Fred's jeans."We spent six months developing those!"Fred shouted at his mother as she threw the toffees away."Oh a fine way to spend six months!"she shrieked."No wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s!"All in all, the atmosphere was not very friendly as you took your departure.Mrs. Weasley was still glowering as she kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek, though not nearly as much as the twins, ho had each hoisted their rucksacks onto their backs and walked out without a word to her. "Well, have a lovely time",said Mrs. Weasley,"and behave yourselves"she called after the twins' retreating backs,but they did not look back or answer."I'll send Bill,Charlie,and Percy along around midday",Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley, as you set off across the dark yard after Fred and George.It was chilly and the moon was still out.Only a dull,greenish tinge along the horizon to your right showed that daybreak was drawing closer."So how does everyone get there without all the Muggles noticing?" Harry asked."It's been a massive organizational problem",sighed Mr. Weasley. "The trouble is,about a hundred thousand wizards turn up at the World Cup,and of course, we just haven't got a magical site big enough to accommodate them all.There are places Muggles can't penetrate,but imagine trying to pack a hundred thousand wizards into Diagon Alley or platform nine and three-quarters.So we had to find a nice deserted moor,and set up as many anti-Muggle precautions as possible.The whole Ministry's been working on it for months. First,of course,we have to stagger the arrivals.People with cheaper tickets have to arrive two weeks beforehand.A limited number use Muggle transport,but we can't have too many clogging up their buses and trains - remember,wizards are coming from all over the world. Some Apparate,of course,but we have to set up safe points for them to appear,well away from Muggles.I believe there's a handy wood they're using as the Apparition point.For those who don't want to Apparate,or can't, we use Portkeys.They're objects that are used to transport wizards from one spot to another at a prearranged time.You can do large groups at a time if you need to. There have been two hundred Portkeys placed at strategic points around Britain,and the nearest one to us is up at the top of Stoatshead Hill,so that's where we're headed". Mr. Weasley pointed ahead,where a large black mass rose beyond the village of Ottery St. Catchpole."What sort of objects are Portkeys?" said Harry curiously."Well, they can be anything",said Mr. Weasley. Unobtrusive things,obviously,so Muggles don't go picking them up and playing with them...stuff they'll just think is litter...." You trudged down the dark,dank lane toward the village,the silence broken only by the footsteps.The sky lightened very slowly as you made your way through the village,its inky blackness diluting to deepest blue.Your hands and feet were freezing.Mr. Weasley kept checking his watch.You didn't have breath to spare for talking as they began to climb Stoatshead Hill,stumbling occasionally in hidden rabbit holes,slipping on thick black tuffets of grass.You remebered.You had succesfully become an unregistered animagus over the summer.A lioness.You transormed,and immediatly all your senses were much better,sharper.No-one could belive their eyes.
  9. When you reached the top of the hill,everyone spread out searching for the port key. After about ten minutes of looking a voice shouted."Arthur,over here,we've got it!".Two tall figures were silhouetted against the starry sky.Mr.Weasley strode over to the shorter one,and shook his hand.It was Cedric and his father.Cedric Diggory was an extremely handsome boy of seventeen,the seeker and captain of the Hufflepuff quidditch team,and a good friend of yours."Everyone,this is Amos Diggory,and I'm sure you know his son,Cedric",said Mr.Weasley.Everyone said hi,except the twins,who hadn't forgiven Cedric for beating them in quidditch last year. Mr.Diggory peered good-naturedly around at everyone."All these yours,Arthur?"."Oh no,only these",said Mr.Weasley,pointing out Ginny,Ron and the twins."This is Hermione,Harry-"."Merlin's beard",cut in Mr.Diggory."Harry? Harry Potter?"."Er..yeah",said Harry,looking uncomfortable."And this is _______",finished Mr.Weasley."Ah yes,I've heard a lot about you,haven't I Ced?" laughed Mr.Diggory.
  10. "Dad...",muttered Cedric,looking at the ground and blushing."Must be nearly time",said Mr Weasley."You just need to put a finger on the Portkey,that's all".With difficulty owing to the bags on your backs,everyone crowded around the boot.You were squished between Cedric and Ron.You and Ron exchanged a worried look.It happened immediately;you felt as though a hook behind your middle had been suddenly jerked forward.Your feet left the ground,Cedric and Ron's shoulder banging into yours.You feet slammed into the ground.Harry staggered into Ron,the two of them staggered into you,and you all fell to the ground.Mr.Weasley,Mr.Diggory and Cedric were all still standing,though looking very windswept."Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill" said a voice
  11. Cedric walked over to you,and pulled you up.With a wink,he turned and began walking next to the twins,much to their annoyance.

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