Harry
[Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys leave the Burrow and walk into the woods with Arthur leading them]
Ron, where are we actually going?
Ron
Don't know. Hey, Dad! Where are we going?
A Arthur
Haven't the foggiest. Keep up!
A Amos
[They meet up with Amos Diggory]
Arthur! It's about time, son.
A Arthur
Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start. [Ron yawns] This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the Ministry. [Cedric, Amos' son, drops down from a tree] And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?
C Cedric
[shakes hands with him]
Yes, sir. This way.
A Amos
[surprised when he meets Harry for the first time]
Merlin's beard! You must be Harry Potter.
Harry
Yes, sir.
A Amos
[as he and Harry shake hands; honored]
Great, great pleasure.
Harry
Pleasure to meet you too, sir.
A Amos
[The group walks toward a portkey in a grassy slope]
Yes, it's, uh, just over there.
A Arthur
We don't wanna be late.
A Amos
Come on. Nearly there now. Get yourself into a good position.
Harry
Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?
Fred
That isn't just any manky old boot, mate.
Harry
What's a Portkey?
Fred
Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on.
A Arthur
[entering the tent after seeing what's happening outside]
Stop! Stop it! It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here. Now.
M Man
[The Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione get out of their tent and see all the people leaving their tents and scream in panic as they run for their lives when a group of villainous Death Eaters are attacking the campsite]
GET OUT, IT'S THE DEATH EATERS!
A Arthur
Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together! Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility. GO!
Hermione
Harry!
G George
Well, lads, we've done it.
Fred
Cooked it up just this morning.
Hermione
[sing-song]
It's not going to work.
Fred
Oh yeah? And why's that, Granger?
Hermione
[indicating a magical line drawn around the base of the goblet]
You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.
Fred
So?
Hermione
So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion.
G George
Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant.
Fred
Because it's so pathetically dimwitted.
G George
[the twins shake up the bottles and prepare to drink the contents]
Ready, Fred?
Fred
Ready, George.
Fred and George
Bottoms up.
G George
[They jump inside the age line, and cheer. They put their names in the flame and high-five. The flame fires up and they're flung across the room onto the floor. When they get up they have full heads of grey hair and beards]
You said…
Fred
You said…
[They roll around fighting on the floor and the crowd cheers. The room suddenly becomes silent as Viktor Krum walks in and puts his name in the flame. He looks at Hermione and she smiles]
