It had felt that a soon as Tori had fallen asleep, she was waken up by Molly. "Come on girls, you need to get ready."

Hermione woke her about ten minutes later and Tori finally got out of bed. She put on a grey long sleeve shirt that seemed a little baggie. Hermione told her it was a sweatshirt. "But I don't want to sweat in my shirt. And Muggles like... ripped clothes?"

"It's what's in fashion right now," Hermione replied, trying up her hair. Tori did the same, glancing at herself once more. She looked... exactly like an average Muggle.

Molly came into their room, "Quickly girls! You need to leave soon!" The group quietly followed Molly down the stairs, taking a seat at the table for some porridge.

"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny asked, rubbing her eyes. Tori yawned, looking at Fred with a confused look. He hadn't taken his eyes off of her since she had arrived down the stairs.

"What? Do I look muggle enough?" She asked, glancing down at her 'sweatshirt.' Fred shook himself, "Yeah. You look... average."

"What, are we walking to the World Cup?" Harry was asking. Arthur shook his head, amused. "No, no, that's miles away, 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's 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!" Molly yelled sharply, and they all jumped.

"What?" George said in an innocent tone that deceived nobody.

"What is that in your pocket?"

"Nothing!"

"Don't you lie to me!"

Molly 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 Molly's outstretched hand. "We told you to destroy them!" She 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! You too, Tori!"

For once, Tori was innocent. But it was still 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 Molly 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. Tori sighed, knowing how long it took to prefect the treat.

"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 they took their departure. Molly was still glowering as she kissed Arthur on the cheek, though not nearly as much as the twins, who had each hoisted their rucksacks onto their backs and walked out without a word to her.

"Well, have a lovely time," Molly said. "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," Molly said to Arthur, as he, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Tori, and Ginny 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 their right showed that daybreak was drawing closer. Tori lingered behind with Hermione and Ginny, who were discussing what had just happened.

"Your Mum has a right to be angry. Those things are dangerous." Hermione was saying. Tori frowned, shaking her head. "But so do Fred and George. You guys don't know how long they've been working on those toffees, or really anything else. They weren't easy to make. And the ingredients definitely weren't easy to steal from Snape."

"They seem to really want to open that joke shop," Ginny commented. "I don't think they've wanted anything so badly before. They have... really great ideas. It's just a shame." Tori sighed as they kept walking. Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Well of course you're going to take their side, especially if you're dating Fred."

"What? I— I'm not dating Fred."

"Oh! I had just assumed... I mean... Ginny said..."

"Ginny!"

"Oh look, we're almost here!"

They trudged down the dark, dank lane toward the village, the silence broken only by their footsteps. The sky lightened very slowly as they made their way through the village, its inky blackness diluting to deepest blue. Tori's hands and feet were freezing. They didn't have a 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. Each breath Tori took was sharp in her chest and her legs were starting to seize up when, at last, her feet found level ground.

"Whew," Arthur panted taking off his glasses and wiping them on his sweater. "Well, we've made good time — we've got ten minutes. Now we just need the Portkey," He said, replacing his glasses and squinting around at the ground. "It won't be big... Come on..."

They spread out, searching. They had only been at it for a couple of minutes, however, when a shout rent the still air. "Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it." Two tall figures were silhouetted against the starry sky on the other side of the hilltop.

"Amos!" Arthur yelled, smiling as he strode over to the man who had shouted. The rest of them followed. Arthur was shaking hands with a ruddy-faced wizard with a scrubby brown beard, who was holding a moldy-looking old boot in his other hand. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone," He said, gesturing to the man. "He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric?"

Ginny, Hermione, and Tori all simultaneously glanced at each other. It was no secret that Cedric Diggory was one of the better-looking boys at Hogwarts. But it seemed he had grown too over the summer. He was taller, and even Tori had to admit, was much cuter.

"Hi," Cedric greeted, looking around at them all. Everybody said hi back except Fred and George, who merely nodded. They had never quite forgiven Cedric for beating their team, Gryffindor, in the first Quidditch match of the previous year despite the many times Tori had explained it was a mistake.

"Long walk, Arthur?" Cedric's father asked. "Not too bad," Arthur shook his head. "We live just on the other side of the village there. You?"

"Had to get up at two, didn't we, Ced? I tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Apparition test. Still... not complaining... Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons - and the tickets cost about that. Mind you looks like I got off easy...." Amos Diggory peered good-naturedly around at the three Weasley boys, Harry, Hermione, Tori, and Ginny. "All these yours, Arthur?"

"Oh no, only the redheads," Arthur chuckled, pointing out his children. "This is Tori, friend of the twins', Hermione, friend of Ron's— and Harry, another friend—"

"Ah yes, I've met miss Tori. How are you?" Amos Diggory asked, smiling. "Doing well sir, how about you?" She asked, peeking out from behind Hermione. "Doing good! Merlin's beard," Amos Diggory began, his eyes widening. "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Er - yeah," Harry shrugged. "Ced's talked about you, of course," Amos Diggory said. "Told us all about playing against you last year... I said to him, I said— Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will... You beat Harry Potter!"

Harry couldn't think of any reply to this, so he remained silent. Fred and George were both scowling again. Cedric looked slightly embarrassed. "Harry fell off his broom, Dad," He muttered. "I told you... it was an accident...."

Cedric's Dad was a bit of a bragger, always proud of his son for practically anything. Tori laughed to herself, getting a look from Hermione. "Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" roared Amos genially, slapping his son on his back. "Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman... but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier!"

"Must be nearly time," Arthur said quickly, pulling out his watch again. "Do you know whether we're waiting for any more, Amos?"

"No, the Lovegoods have been there for a week already and the Fawcetts couldn't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory. "There aren't any more of us in this area, are there?"

"Not that I know of," said Arthur "Yes, it's a minute off... We'd better get ready...." He looked around at Harry and Hermione. "You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, a finger will do—" With difficulty, owing to their bulky backpacks, the ten of them crowded around the old boot held out by Amos Diggory.

They all stood there, in a tight circle, as a chill breeze swept over the hilltop. Nobody spoke. Cedric shot Tori a grin from the other side of the boot and she returned one. "Three..." muttered Arthur, one eye still on his watch, "two... one..."

It happened immediately. Tori's feet left the ground; she could feel Fred and Ginny on either side of her, their shoulders banging into hers; they were all speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling color; her forefinger was stuck to the boot until they slipped.

She tumbled to the grown, groaning from the tough landing. The Portkey hit the ground near her head with a heavy thud. Tori looked up to see Arthur, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric were still standing, though looking very windswept; everybody else was on the ground.

Cedric came over, helping her up to her feet. "Are you alright?" He asked. "Um. I'm fine, thank you."

"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill," said a voice.

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