Goblet of Fire, Chapter 6: Well THIS Portkey is Awkward…
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And now, back to the task at hand: the painfully awkward meeting at the Quidditch World Cup portkey (I won’t be listing the portkey location here, since it’s a question for our contest, but at least now you know what chapter you can find it in. Don’t say I never did anything for you.)
At first blush (or first read), the rendezvous at the porkey doesn’t seem so bad. Harry, Hermione, and a select group of Weasleys convene with Amos and Cedric Diggory to zip safely off to the Quidditch pitch.
The awkward part isn’t that they have to all clutch an old boot (that’s just kind of disgusting).
The awkward part is that Cedric is going to win Harry’s girl…and then DIE.
To full appreciate the cringe-worthiness of this moment, you have to recognize how cool Cedric is when compared to Harry Potter. Yes, yes, Harry’s “the boy who lived” and he has a wicked scar to prove it. But Cedric’s embodies the confidence that only comes from having successfully navigated puberty and six years of wizard school. He’s a clear choice for the Hogwarts Champion and it’s little wonder Cho Chang falls for him. I mean, he doesn’t even stumble when the portkey reaches its destination. He lands squarely on his feet while the other young wizards tumble to the ground in an embarrassing wizard heap. Don’t tell me Harry didn’t reflect on that months later when he saw Cedric and Cho waltz around the Yule Ball.
“But wait,” you say. “Harry doesn’t know Cho is going to fall for Cedric, or Cedric is going to become his rival Hogwarts Champion, or even what a Hogwarts Champion is, or that his personal actions are going to inadvertently lead to Cedric’s untimely demise, which will ultimately plunge him into a deep depression in which he will wallos for his entire fifth year, all while dealing with Cho’s guilty affections for him and Dead Cedric, and the entire wizarding world’s distrust of his claim that Voldemort has returned.”
To you, I say “That was a very long run-on sentence.”
No, it’s true. Harry has no idea his portkey mate will share a second portkey TO HIS DOOM! [insert dramatic music here] If Trelawney’s class taught us anything, Potter has the divination skills of a pet rock. But looking back, the moment is super awkward not for Harry – for the reader! Harry’s discomfort only goes so far as falling on his wizarding bottom when the portkey comes to an abrupt stop.
As a second-time reader, it’s impossible not to look at this first portkey and think “Why hello there, foreshadowing. Fancy meeting you here.” One portkey will eventually lead to another. We know where this is going.
And it’s not good.