Hiya everybody! I've edited Chapter 1 YAY! I meant to say that Adie's character (should she have been in the movies) would've been played by AnnaSophia Robb! Also, I'm sorry if people feel that I'm cutting bits out, but let's remember that I'm trying to squash 4 books/movies into 1 story! Although I will try to keep all the major important bits :) Okeydokey please read, review, favourite and follow!

DISCLAIMER (and I'll only say it once): I do not own the characters nor the overall story of Harry Potter, they belong to the wonderful woman that is J.K. Rowling. I only own my OC's and this story arc.

Chapter 1 - Adrian Haw

Harry shot up, the whistling sound in his ears now beginning to fade. He rubbed his eyes and saw Hermione standing over him. She was fully dressed, although she still looked tired due to the earliness of the hour. Her face held concern as she looked at him, her eyes asking for an answer to a question she didn't voice. Harry swallowed his panting and spoke, his voice rough from sleep.

"Hermione. Bad dream. When did you get here?"

Hermione looked around Ron's small attic room, attempting to distinguish what lump was their orange-haired friend, before answering.

"Just now, you?"

Harry stretched, putting on his glasses.

"Last night."

His friend walked over to the sleeping Ron – a lump in the middle of the second bed – and shook him hard.

"Wake up. Wake up Ronald!"

Ron sat bolt up, his long, ginger hair flopping over his eyes. As he registered that it was Hermione and not his mother waking him, he pulled his sheets over himself. It was a weak attempt to recover the minimal amount of dignity he had in his own house, and fell on a deaf reply as Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Bloody hell!"

Harry grinned at this response. Again, Hermione found herself rolling her eyes, before she straightened and left the room – muttering away to herself, something about not going back to sleep. Ignoring her, Ron gave a big yawn and lent back against his pillows. However, Hermione had deduced his reaction, as her stern voice shouted from the corridor.

"Come on Ron! Your Mother says breakfast's ready!"

Without another word he, and Harry, climbed out of their beds, and got slowly dressed. After a very quiet breakfast – filled with loud yawns and bleary eyes – a perky Mr Weasley grouped all who were going to see the Quidditch World Cup, and they all left the house, marching off into the woods. Harry and Ron walked at the back of the group; both too tired to fully engage with the excitement of the rest of the group. Ahead of them, they could hear Hermione whispering to Ginny. They were speaking on a topic, neither of the boys knew about, but things were mentioned throughout the conversation, like "When due to arrive?" and "Will meet us on the hill." Harry looked to his best friend, and they both wondered who they were on about.

Growing impatient, Ron shouted to the front of the group.

"Hey Dad! Where are we going?"

"You'll see!"

A voice sounded up ahead and the group could see a relatively short man with dark, long hair and spectacles. He had a chipper smile on his face and a rucksack over his waterproof coat, a cane in hand, and a flat cap on his head. He grinned and shouted to Mr Weasley, his tone jokey, but with an underlying tone of seriousness.

"Arthur! It's about time lad!"

Mr Weasley grinned, looking back at his troupe as Ron let out a yawn.

"Sorry Amos! Some of us got off to a sleepy start."

The man; Amos, chuckled, as Mr Weasley introduced him.

"Kids, this is Amos Diggory. He works with me, at the Ministry."

As he finished the statement, a young man jumped out of a tree. He was dressed much like the other kids, except he was slightly older, taller, and very handsome. The kids recognised him as their classmate, and Mr Weasley grinned.

"And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"

Cedric flashed a smile and shook his hand.

"That's right, sir."

Harry smiled at the Hufflepuff seeker, who returned it with an equal amount of pleasure. As the group set off again, the Gryffindor heard Hermione and Ginny giggle as Cedric walked just in front of the twins.

The group continued forward, until they'd reached a large, barren hill. It was a long trek to the summit, and on the top perched a rotten, manky, old boot. Gasping for breath, Harry looked at it puzzled. The rest of the group – obviously with some insight that Harry was unaware of – gathered around, grasping onto random parts of the worn-out shoe.

"Why are they all standing round that manky, old boot?"

George grinned as he passed Harry.

"It's not a manky old boot mate."

Fred nodded as he walked round Harry's other side.

"It's a portkey."

This didn't enlighten Harry any further.

"Portkey?! What's a portkey?"

No one answered his question, but as the group squashed around the small shoe, Mr Weasley looked over at Hermione.

"What time are they due?"

"Any second now."

Harry and Ron both looked at Hermione, quizzical looks on their faces.

"Who?"

"My pen-pal, Adrian Haw."

Ron chuckled, amusement in his eyes as Harry bent down over the boot. Hermione raised an eyebrow, unamused, and it vanished into her bushy hair as she judged her friend.

"What's so funny?"

Looking over, Fred and George answered.

"Well Granger how are you expecting to take a Muggle to the Quidditch World Cup?"

"Yeah the place is gonna be totally Muggle-Proof!"

Mr Weasley shook his head as Mr Diggory checked his watch, muttering about how "They were cutting it close".

"Adrian is just as magical as all of us, but it's not going to be long now. Mr Haw better hurry."

Fred, George, Harry and Ron all looked at each other as they held the boot. The prior of the two twins muttered to the rest of the group.

"Bet he's some specky git obsessed with books."

Suddenly there was a POP! and two people appeared at the top of the hill.

One was a grey-haired man. He had a lot of scarring on his face; one in particular, was long and jagged, which started at the top of his eyebrow and vanished into his bushy beard. He wore dungarees over a plaid shirt and reminded the group of a stereotypical lumber jack.

The other was a young girl. She looked about the same age as Harry, Ron and Hermione. She was also dressed in a peculiar fashion. Her wild, messy blonde hair was stuffed under a grey bowler hat and her clothes were all in a mixed state of charred and slashed – her multi-coloured scarf having been through the worst of the damage. Both had wands in hand, and the girl also had a rucksack slung over a shoulder. As they drew closer, they could see that the man carried a large trunk.

"Ahh Arthur, Amos, good to see you again, lads!"

The man's voice was a gruff as his appearance. However, Mr Weasley and Mr Diggory jumped up and went over to him and the girl – shaking hands with the pair.

"Ah Franklin. Been a long time, man."

"Aye, it has. Well I can't stop, just dropping Adie off. Arthur, I presume your house is the one over the next hill."

"It is. You can drop off her trunk with Molly."

As the man nodded, Ron looked over at his brothers and whispered.

"Isn't that Franklin Haw?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, having no clue what the name meant.

"Who?"

Fred answered.

"Yep! He's a famous magizoologistr. He's caught tons of magical creatures! Studies them, before releasing them into more suitable habitats."

George nodded and grinned.

"Yeah he adapted Newt Scamander's book to things like werewolves, merpeople, sphinxes...man he's done the lot. Doesn't stay in one place though, likes to keep on the road!"

Hermione stood up and hummed.

"Mhm, and that's why it's so difficult for me to send letters to Adie."

The four boys looked at her, but then a light voice approached them.

"HERMIONE!"

The girl had spotted Hermione, and ran over to her, blonde hair streaking out from under the bowler hat she wore. The pair hugged and then Hermione pulled the stranger over to her friends.

"Everyone this is Adrian. Adrian this is everyone."

Adrian grinned, but still waved a little shyly.

"Call me Adie! Adrian makes me sound like a guy!"

The twins whispered to Harry and Ron.

"A cute specky geek though!"

Now ignoring the pressing matter of time and the portkey, they stood and offered their hands.

"Fred."

"And George."

"At your service!"

Adie grinned and shook both of their hands, feeling her cheeks heat up as the second twin gave her hand a squeeze. Harry smiled at the girl, who'd turned to him next.

"You must be Harry!"

"Yup!"

They shook hands, before Adie was introduced to Ron, Cedric and Ginny. The sound of Franklin had them all turned back to the adults.

"Well Adie that's me off!"

The blonde nodded, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Bye Pap!"

Jaws dropped as the girls all chuckled. Hermione addressed the stunned quintet.

"Yes, even famous people are allowed to have kids you know!"

"Bye Hermione!"

"Bye Mr Haw!"

"You all have fun at the cup!"

Then, with another POP! Mr Haw disapparated. Now, with their time limit drawing to a close, they all grouped round the boot again, slightly more cramped than before. Mr Diggory smiled.

"Ready? After three. One. Two. Three!"

Then, an almost sucking feeling came over them as the portkey pulled them away from the ground. Harry, Ron and Hermione landed flat on their backs.

"Ow!"

"Haha I landed on something soft!"

Adie held her arms up in triumph. However, she then heard groans beneath her and looked down to see that she'd landed on Fred and George.

"Oops sorry!"

After helping the flattened twins up, they heard laughing from overhead, and Mr Weasley, Mr Diggory and Cedric running in mid-air.

"Bet that cleared out your sinuses ay?

The trio landed perfectly. The two adults led the large group towards the campsite – where loud music and laughter could be heard. Tents littered the ground and witch after wizard, after witch after wizard, could be seen walking around. Mr Weasley looked back at the group, a smug smile on his face at the look of awe in everyone's faces.

"Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!"

They all walked through the campsite, the Diggory's splitting off to find their own tent, before Mr Weasley stopped in front of an old, brown, cloth tent. Harry looked at quizzically. Adie grinned and whispered.

"It's a magical tent, looks small for space!"

She pulled off her bowler hat as they stepped in. Inside the now expansive space, Mr Weasley began talking loudly.

"Girls your room is over there! Ron get out if the kitchen we're all hungry!"

Adrian laughed as the twins repeated everything he said. They had their legs rested on the table, quite relaxed, and very much not helping with the unpacking.

"Feet off the table!"

"Feet off the table."

Adie went over to Hermione and Ginny. She threw her bag onto the topmost bunk of the three-tiered bed. She heard Harry speak aloud to himself.

"I love magic!"

"Don't we all!"

After a spot of lunch and some gruelling questioning, the group decided that they knew everything they needed to know about Adie.

She was the same age as Harry, Ron and Hermione – thus going into her fourth year. She'd been home-schooled all her life, but her parents, after an incident with some vampires, believed that she needed to be in a settled, educational environment. She'd gotten to know Hermione through the aid of Professor McGonagall when they were both twelve. An added plus was that she was also the great grand-niece of Ollivander. This random titbit of a fact had the group impressed.

"Damn two famous people in one family!"

"I know Fred...I know."

Adie laughed, shrugging off the commentary.

"You know it's not all it's cracked up to be, being famous!"

The twins chortled.

"We beg to differ!"

Mr Weasley stood up, ending the discussion.

"Time to leave for the match!"

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