I hear the high pitch screams of my little sister, my mother yelling, and my toddler brother crying.
I’m down in the living room, my two bags of things I need for a few weeks sitting next to the fireplace, along with my sisters two bags. I give my brother a kiss on the cheek and I whisper a goodbye to him, and tell him I’d see him soon. I pick my crying sister from the floor, and lead her to the living room, with our mother following close behind, still yelling. I whisper quietly to my sister, so our mother doesn’t hear.
“Leighla, I need you to pick up two bags as quickly as you can, and get in the fireplace.” I say.
She nods, and does exactly that. I get in the fireplace quickly after her.
“DAVINA GRANT, I SWEAR TO GOD! IF YOU LEAVE-” She continues to yell.
“Goodbye Mom.” I say, tears building up in my eyes.
“DAVINA!” She yells.
“Grant Manor.” I say as clear as day, but over mothers yelling, I could barely hear myself.
Then I wake up, but not in my bed in America. In Grant Manor, just outside of London...My fathers Manor. I check the clock on my nightstand, and it’s just about three o’clock in the morning. I get out of bed, and to my bathroom to take a shower because there’s no use in going back to sleep. My alarm was just going to go off in a few minutes anyway, and I’m wide awake now after reliving that memory...again.
Today is the day of the Quidditch World Cup, and I’m supposed to go with two of dad’s friends. Apparently they have kids of their own around my age, and he thinks it’s a good idea for me to meet someone before going to school. He says it’s because I’ll be going to that school four years later than when the rest of them showed up there.
I blow dry my long, auburn hair, and put on my makeup. Just simple mascara, and a little concealer under my eyes to cover the evidence of recent insomnia. I walk into my closet, and pick out black leggings, and a simple, but cute light pink shirt. I put on my high-top converse, and grab a zip up grey sweatshirt to go over the shirt because it’s early in the morning.
I made my way down to the dining room, where my dad was already sitting, eating his breakfast.
“Good morning sweetheart.” He says, kissing my forehead. “You should eat something before we go. And if you want to check on Leighla, you can, but quietly. It’s the first night she has slept peacefully.”
“Does Leighla need to stay here? Can’t she come with us?” I asked.
It’s selfish of me to ask because she was sleeping well, and I’m glad she is, but I don’t want to leave her yet, even if I will be doing it soon to go to school. I know she can handle herself here, and there are a bunch of house elves, but I just want to be with her as much as I can before going to Hogwarts. She’d have to stay here, while I go to Hogwarts. I tell myself that It’s only for a year, and she’ll come with me next year, and that it could be worse. She could be home alone with mom like she had been for a couple years now. I tell myself that things are better here. For her and me.
“I know, I do too, but I could only find one ticket on short notice. I wasn’t expecting you guys to come. If I’d have known, then I would’ve bought three tickets when I planned on going.”
“I know, I know. I just don’t like leaving her by herself.” I say.
“I’m sorry I didn’t do anything sooner. If I knew that was happening I would’ve taken you guys with me a long time ago. I wanted to really, but your mother-”
“I know.” I look down, and sit at the table. “And yes, I want to check on her before we leave. Say bye or something if she’s up, which I doubt.” I let out a little laugh to diffuse the growing tension.
“Alright. Hurry up and eat though, we have to meet them soon.” Dad says.
“Okay.” I eat a bit of my eggs, and the large muffin that was on my plate. After I’m done eating, I go into Leighla’s room and I see that she is sleeping. She knows we are leaving, but I write a note to her anyway.
Dad and I left for the Quidditch World Cup, we won’t be back until late at night, you might be sleeping by then. I love you so much, and stay out of trouble today. If you need us back, send an owl, and we’ll come home right away.
I set the note on her night stand, next to her glass of water. I kiss her on the forehead, and I see that the bruise on her chin is fading. I feel sick to my stomach looking at it so I quickly met my dad at the Floo Room. We step into the fire and he grabs a handful of floo powder.
“The burrow.” He says.
“The what? What’s tha-” I was interrupted by my dad throwing the floo powder into the fireplace, and the swish of the transportation.
We step out of a fireplace, and see a warm and cozy home. Our manor was very white and modern, this was more homey.
“Arthur! Damien and his daughter are here!” A woman yelled up the stairs. She quickly went over to us and introduced herself. “Hello, dear, I’m Molly Weasley.” She says, welcoming me in a hug. It was a bit awkward, but I hugged her back.
“Hi, I’m Davina, nice to meet you.” I say, as normally as I can.
I was then scared by twins, along with my father.
“Fred, George how are you boys?” My dad asks.
“Very well.” One replies.
“How is our favorite godfather?”
“I’m your only godfather.” My dad laughs. “But, I’m doing good.”
“Who is this?” They both say in unison.
“I’m Davina.” I say, with a smile.
“My daughter.” My dad says.
“This is little Davina?!” They say with excitement.
“They know me?” I ask.
“Of course, when you were very little they used to play with you and Ron. Speaking of, where is my other godson?” He asks.
“Sleeping. Hermione just went up to go wake him and Harry up.” Molly says.
I’m pretty awkward when it comes to meeting new people. Or just talking to people in general. I didn’t have many friends back at home. I started out with many, but in the end I only had one left. I haven’t talked to her in a while actually. When she goes back to school she’s not going to know where I am. I don’t think it would take long for her to forget about it and move on though.
Two girls walk down the stairs and stop when they see me.
“Oh. Who’s this?” The girl with red hair asks.
“This is Davina, Damien’s daughter.” Molly replies.
“Oh, I didn’t know he had a daughter.” The girl with red hair says, walking up to me. “I’m Ginny, nice to meet you.” She sticks out her hand to shake.
“Hi.” I say.
“I’m Hermione Granger.” The other girl with brown hair says, introducing herself.
“Hi, nice to meet you both.” I say.
After a few more minutes of anxiously talking to the twins, and Hermione, and Ginny, two boys walk down the stairs.
“Who’s on our couch?” The boy with red hair says. Molly whacks him with a newspaper. “Ouch Mum!”
“Don’t be rude, Ronald. This is Davina, Damien’s daughter.” Molly says.
“Damien has a daughter?” He asks.
I stand up from the couch and introduce myself. “Hi, I’m Davina.” I say, awkwardly.
“I’m Ron, Ron Weasley.” He says, sticking out his hand for me to shake. I shake it
“I’m Harry, Harry Potter.” The other boy with dark hair says, sticking out his hand for me to shake.
“Hi. Nice to meet you both.” I say.
Ron’s face looked a little brighter than moments before, and Harry’s anxious face eased.
“Alright Kids, let’s get going.” A man with red hair says. I assume he’s Mr. Weasley.
“Arthur!” My dad says.
“Damien!” He says. They give each other a hand shake.
They leave the house, and everyone else follows behind them. I walk far behind my dad and Mr. Weasley with Hermione, and Ginny with Harry, and Ron walking a little bit ahead of us.
“Ron, where are we actually going?” Harry asks.
“Dunno.” Ron states. “Hey dad! Where are we going!?” Ron shouts up to his dad.
“Haven’t the foggiest. Keep up.” Arthur says.
Harry, and Ron jog a little to be walking almost by side me, and the girls.
“Arthur! Damien! It’s about time!” A man said.
“Sorry Amos, some of us had a sleepy start.” Arthur says, turning back to Ron who was yawning.
I laugh a little to myself, and so does Ginny, and Hermione.
“This is Amos Diggory everyone.” Dad says. “He works at the Ministry with Arthur, and I.”
Then we see a tall, brown haired boy jump from the tree.
“Cedric, how are you?” Dad asks, sticking out his hand to shake.
“I’m great Mr. Grant.” Cedric says, taking his hand.
“Damien is fine, Cedric, really.” Dad says, with a welcoming and warming smile.
Cedric nods his head, and smiles. That’s a cute smile.
We start walking again, but before the girls move, they give a quick glance and smirk at each other.
Amos doesn’t walk forward until he meets up with Harry.
“Merlin’s beard. You must be Harry Potter.” Amos says.
“Yes, sir.” Harry says, anxiously.
Amos takes Harry’s hand to shake it.
“Great, great pleasure.” Amos praises.
“Pleasure to meet you too sir.” Harry says, awkwardly.
Harry might just be as awkward at meeting people as I am.
We walked up a large hill, and at the very top was an old, musty boot. I’m assuming it’s a port key. We all gathered around the boot.
“Get yourself in a good position.” My dad says.
I lay down in front of the boot, stomach on the ground, and take a hold of the boot. Harry, and Cedric position themselves on each side of me.
“Why are we standing around a manky old boot?” Harry asked.
“That isn’t just any manky old boot. It’s a port key.” They twins answer.
“Time to go!” Arthur says.
“What’s a port key?” Harry asked.
“Ready? After three. One.” Amos says.
Harry looks around weirdly. He’s not holding the port key.
He’s going to be left behind if he doesn’t grab the portkey.
“Harry!” Arthur yells.
I grab Harry’s wrists, and force him to hold onto the portkey.
“Three!” Amos says, and then we start spinning.
As we spin faster, we become at a consistent speed, spinning in the air.
“Let go kids!” Shouts Arthur.
“What?!” Hermione shouts.
“Let go!” Dad shouts.
All of us let go, screaming as we fall from the sky, landing harshly on the ground. All of us groan, as we laid on the ground, trying to catch our breath. I look up to the sky, and see Cedric, Dad, Arthur, and Amos float down from the sky. They looked kind of ridiculous pedaling their legs like they are on a bike, but at least they didn’t get the wind knocked out of them.
Cedric comes up to me, and holds out his hand to help me up. I take his hand, and he easily helps me up, making me jump off the strength of the pull. I accidently jumped into him.
“Oh, um...Sorry.” I say awkwardly, while making some distance between us.
“No, it’s fine, sorry that was a little harsh.” He says, looking down with that cute smile of his.
“It’s all good.” I say. I try to hide the smile forming on my face, but I fail. A small smile forms on my face.
“I’m Cedric, by the way.” He says.
“Davina.” I say, as my smile grows wider.
The group starts walking, and Cedric walks besides me.
“So, I’m guessing you’re from America, judging by your accent.”
“Yeah, I am.”
“So how do you know this lot?” Cedric asks, trying to make conversation.
“Damien is my dad.” I state.
I nod my head, and form my lips in a line. “Yeah I’m actually going to Hogwarts this year.”
“I’m a sixth year student, with Fred and George. I believe Harry, and Ron are in your year.”
“Oh cool. How do you like Hogwarts? Like, is it a good school?”
“I love Hogwarts, I wouldn’t want to go to any other school. The professors are all really nice, apart from Snape, but as long as you’re in his house or really good at potions, you should be fine.”
“What are the houses, and how do you know which house you belong in?”
“Well, there’s Hufflepuff, which is my house. There’s Gryffindor, that’s the Weasley’s house, along with Harry, and Hermione. Then there’s Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Hufflepuffs are known to be kind, and loyal; Gryffindors to be brave, and chivalry; Ravenclaws to be intelligent, and wise; and Slytherin to be cunning, and ambitious. There’s a sorting hat that talks to you and looks through your mind to tell you what house you belong in.”
“Oh. A little scary to know a hat can enter my mind, and see everything.” I let out a nervous laugh.
“Yeah.” He chuckles. “What about your other school? What did they do?”
“I went to Ilvermorny, and they have four houses. Wampus, Thunderbird, Horned Serpent, and Pukwudgie. Wampus represents the body, and favors warriors. Thunderbird represents the soul and favors adventure. Horned Serpent represents the mind, and favors scholars. And the Pukwudgie represents the heart, and favors healers.” I say. “To be sorted, we stand in a hallway, room thing, and there are four statues of the houses, and whichever one interacts with you is the house you are sorted in.”
“What house were you in?” Cedric asks.
“Wampus.” I state.
“My guess, based off of what you told me about your houses, you’d be sorted into Gryffindor or Slytherin.”
“Which one is better to be in?”
“Depends on the person you ask. Rich purebloods will most likely say Slytherin, but almost everyone else will say Gryffindor.”
I nod my head.
“Cedric, our tent’s this way.” Amos says.
“I have to go, I’ll see you later though, yeah?” He smiles.
“Yeah.” I smile.
Cedric follows Amos, while I follow the rest of the group to my dad and I’s tent. It just so happens that the Weasley’s tent is right next to ours.
We split from the Weasley’s and go into our own tent until it’s time to get into the seats of the stadium.