Celeste Ellis Lupin-Black is a very powerful and charming young witch. She's always been in control of her flame. But when a certain prophecy regarding her comes to light, will she contain the fire? Or will she let it consume her?
Timeline: POA - GO...
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Harry, Ron, Celeste, and Hermione went up to the Owlery that evening to find Pigwidgeon so that Harry could send Sirius a letter telling him that he had managed to get past his dragon unscathed. On the way, Harry and Celeste filled Ron in on everything Sirius had told them about Karkaroff. Though shocked at first to hear that Karkaroff had been a Death Eater, by the time they entered the Owlery Ron was saying that they ought to have suspected it all along.
"Fits, doesn't it?" he said. "Remember what Malfoy said on the train, about his dad being friends with Karkaroff? Now we know where they knew each other. They were probably running around in masks together at the World Cup...I'll tell you one thing though, if it was Karkaroff who put your name in the goblet, he's going to be feeling stupid now, isn't he? Didn't work, did it? You only got a scratch! Come here - I'll do it -"
Pigwidgeon was so over-excited at the idea of a delivery he was flying around and around Harry's head, hooting incessantly. Ron snatched Pigwidgeon out of the air and held him still while Harry attached the letter to his leg.
There's no way any of the other tasks are going to be that dangerous, how could they be?" Ron went on as he carried Pigwidgeon to the window. "You know what? I reckon you could win this tournament, Harry, I'm serious."
Celeste knew that Ron was saying this to make up for his behavior towards Harry over the last few weeks. Hermione, however, leaned against the Owlery wall, folded her arms, and frowned at Ron.
"Harry's got a long way to go before he finishes this tournament," she said seriously. "If that was the first task, I hate to think about what's coming next."
"Right little ray of sunshine, aren't you?" Ron huffed. "You and Professor Trelawney should get together sometime."
"Hermione has a point though. Harry, you've only gotten through one task. Don't get too cocky." Celeste threw a stern look at the two boys.
Ron rolled his eyes before throwing Pigwidgeon out of the window. Pigwidgeon plummeted twelve feet before managing to pull himself back up again; the letter attached to his leg was much longer and heavier than usual. They watched Pigwidgeon disappear into the darkness, and then Ron said, "Well, we'd better get downstairs for your surprise party, Harry - Fred and George should have nicked enough food from the kitchens by now."
Sure enough, when they entered the Gryffindor common room it exploded with cheers and yells again. There were mountains of cakes and flagons of pumpkin juice and butterbeer on every surface; Lee Jordan had let off some Filibuster's Fireworks so that the air was thick with stars and sparks; and Dean Thomas, who was very good at drawing, had put up some impressive new banners, most of which depicted Harry zooming around the Horntail's head on his Firebolt, though a couple showed Cedric with his head on fire.
