Ruby's POV
After the chaos of the World Cup, summer was pretty much normal. Or as normal as staying in a house full of wizards can be.
I have been feeling worry since the whole thing happened. Not about the Death Eaters making their appearance, but about what I saw...or what I thought I saw.
Believe me, I want to believe that seeing It was just part of my imagination. But I have a gut feeling that it wasn't just in my head.
That raises a lot of questions and concerns. Why was It awake from its twenty-year long slumber early? Why was It at the World Cup and not in Derry? What will happen to the citizens that live in Derry? Would the affects on Derry caused by It just stop? Will the affects spread wherever It goes? Is It feeding again?
That last question scares me even more than the others. How many more people, more children, are going to die because It couldn't be stopped? Because I couldn't stop it.
But that's all if It is actually awake. I mean, like I said, it could all just be in my head. A hallucination from not getting enough sleep. Yeah. Yeah, it was all just my imagination. I shouldn't worry about something that isn't real. Right?
No. I have learned from the past couple of years not to ignore a gut feeling. Bad things happen if I ignore things like this. So what would be the next move? What should I do? I look down at the scar in my palm.
I could call the Loser's. But they all have their own lives. I know we made an oath, but I don't want to make them drop everything and go on a wild goose chase. I don't even know where It is. It's obviously expanding its territory. Going outside of the small town to cause chaos. It could be literally anywhere in the world. So no, I can't call them based off of a hunch. I need more information before doing that. More evidence.
I could tell the trio. I look around the train compartment where the trio and I sit. Harry is writing a letter to Sirius about his dream he had over the summer. Hermione and Ron don't think it's a cause for concern, but I think that at shouldn't be ignored. So Harry is writing Sirius to let him know, just in case.
No, I can't tell them. Not now. I have a feeling that things this year are going to be busy. So I shouldn't worry them. Not yet. I need more time. More time to figure things out. If I notice strange things happening, strange disappearances, I will tell them.
"Ruby, are you okay? You seem to be in deep thought. " Hermione asks me and Harry and Run look over in question.
I look over and fake a freakishly-believable smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just thinking about all the trouble we are most likely going to get into this year." I joke.
"I'm really hoping that we have a normal year." Ron says as he takes a bite of his candy.
I scoff, "Pfft, sure we will. And maybe you and Harry will actually do your own homework instead of copying Hermione and I. Oh oh, and maybe Snape will finally use some shampoo for once in his life!" I exclaim with a grin.
"I think what she means to say is that we are most likely not going to have a normal year." Harry says in amusement as Hermione giggles as Ron glares at me.
"Be for real, Ronald. Normal is not a possibility for us at Hogwarts." I say.
Ron grumbles and eats his candy while mumbling curses at me. I just laugh and turn to look out the window at the trees passing by.
Normal. Normal. Nooorrrmmaall. What even is normal anymore?
Time skip 😍
I lay my head on the table in front of me as I slightly tune out the speech Dumbledore was giving. He was going on about Nr. Filch and the list of forbidden objects that are not allowed in the castle. I just want to eat already.
"...Fanged Frisbees, Ever Abashing Boomerangs and Chocolate Marshmallow Bunnies." Dumbledore finishes listing. That last one has me looking at him with confusion until I notice the mischievous look in his eyes. "I'm kidding about the last one. The full list comprised some four hundred and thirty-seven items and may be viewed in Mr. Filches office." Dumbledore says. I snort and shake my head as I turn to Ron as he speaks.
"Mental. Always has been." He says.
"It's part of his charm." I joke back as Harry grins. I notice him glance at the Ravenclaw table to see Cho grinning at Dumbledore as well
"Now. There is, apparently, a rather nasty rumor flying about the school that Quidditch will not be played this year. That rumor...is absolutely true." Dumbledore says.
I grown as indignation fills the Hall. "Why do I feel like this is because of something else that may cause us trouble this year." I mumble to the trio.
"There is and explanation. You see, Hogwarts will play host to a legendary event this year. An event that has not taken place in over one hundred years...the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore says. People all around me get excited about this, but I just get a bad feeling.
"Does anyone else have a bad feeling about this? When he said 'Triwizard Tounament', I suddenly felt a shiver of fear and the urge to scream in frustration." I half joke.
"No, and sadly, I don't think this is going to be a normal year, Ruby." Hermione says and I nod in agreement.
"You're joking!" Fred shouts out in excitement.
"I am not joking, Mr. Weasely. For those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament was originally conceived about seven centuries ago as a way for three of the largest wizarding schools in Europe to engage in a series of magical contests while their respectively student bodies experienced the benifits if cross cultural social intercourse." Dumbledore says.
"Why not American's? Nevermind. I don't care." I mumble to myself. I do recall McGonagall saying there is a different school for Americans to go to. Speaking of which, I still don't know why I ended up in Hogwarts instead of whatever school is closest to Maine. I'm not complaining about it, but it is definitely on the list of things I need to figure out.
"In other words: One got to spend an entire year getting to know people who spoke a funny language. Unfortunately, due to a distressing high death toll, the Tournament was cancelled..." Dumbledore says.
Hermione's brow knots with concern as I snort and struggle not to laugh out loud. Honestly, that doesn't even surprise me.
"...until now. Tomorrow, delegation's from the Beaxbatons Academy of Magical Arts and Drumstrang school of Wizardry will journey to Hogwarts. This year, our home will be their home. I ask only that you endeavors to make it a happy one." Dumbledore finishes. With that, the feast starts and everyone digs in.
"I wonder who thought it would be a good idea start up this deadly contest again. Because obviously it went so well the first time." I say sarcastically. The trio just shrugs and I see Hermione still has that concerned face.
"Don't worry, Hermione. I doubt that anyone will die this time around." I say, though I remain unconvinced myself. If things are going to go well, why do I have this over welling feeling of dread just thinking about it
I decide to shake it off for now and just enjoy the feast. Which, may I add, is definitely way better than any pancake I could ever make.
AN: Hi guy! Sorry for being a week late updating. I was busy with school work and life and what not. Also, sorry for this chapter being a bit short. I was just having a difficult time figuring out when to stop and I just thought here was a good place before intoductions and all that other drama. Plus I really wanted to get something out today. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed! If there is any mistakes, feel free to comment and let me know. And again, sorry for the length of the chapter. It should be longer next update. Have a good day everyone! Peace out peeps❤
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