Born From Madness (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Hermione narrowed her eyes, unsure what the Triwizard Tournament was, until Dumbledore went explaining it was a friendly tournament between the three largest wizarding schools (Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatorns) where a champion was selected to represent each school and the three champions competed in three magical tasks... until the death toll mounted so high. She nearly jolted from her seat as her eyes widened. Death tolls, Hermione thought, I'm clearly staying out of this match. 

Of course everyone else was different on that opinion (Except for Harry) as they begun muttering about what they would do with the thousand Galleons and the Triwizard Cup. However, Dumbledore shut it down real quick when he mentioned that only those who are Seventeen or older will be allowed to join. At the end of the feast, while Hermione was grabbing her napkin of food for Winky and headed to their way to Gryffindor Tower, Fred and George were going on of how they could get in. 

Upon arriving at the Tower, Hermione hurried up to her dorms where she found all her roommates, staring in shock at the sight of Winky, who was organizing Hermione's clothes into the dresser they had. 

"Excuse you, but staring's rude," Hermione told them as she moved over to her bed, "Winky I got something from dinner for you." 

"Oh! Mistress didn't have to do that. You should have eaten that yourself," Winky told her as Hermione set the napkin of food on the top of the trunk for Winky. She noticed quickly there was a small bed right beside hers, perfect for Winky, with a bright blue blanket on top and a comfortable pillow. 

"I couldn't when I learn House-Elves are the ones that made it. Poor House-Elves that probably don't get paid to do it....Where did you get this Winky?" Hermione asked, surprised to see. 

"A nice man came and used his magic to conjure it for Winky. Winky told him Winky would prefer to sleep on the floor, but the man kept insisting he do this for Winky. But you should have eaten Mistress, you must get your strength and not wither away... plus it would be an insult to the house-elves labor if you didn't eat. They spent those long hours to prepare a meal just for you." Winky explained with a heart broken nod. 

"What a nice man he must be," Hermione nodded her head, happy someone here seemed to care for the House-Elves as much as she did. Of course, Winky was also right. She would need her strength to help the House-Elves. As soon as they settled in, Hermione swore she would find a way to help the House-Elves even if it killed her. 

At morning, they proceed to get their schedule at breakfast then their mail order came in. Hermione told Winky she can explore the castle as must as she wanted to. Herbology, they studied a type of plant called a Bubotubers, which they squeezed to collect the pus. In Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid introduced the Blast-Ended Skrewts. Everyone began freaking out when they learn they not only bite but sting and burn you too. Of course, Hermione had snapped at Malfoy, who was insulting the creatures. Of course, she also had to shoot a few glares at Ron and Harry, who suggested for her to just send the Skrewts to attack Malfoy. 

Then, they slipped up as Hermione went off to Arithmancy while Harry and Ron went to Divination. When coming back together again, Malfoy decided to make fun of Ron, who's father was mentioned by Rita Skeeter again. Hermione was starting to get annoyed about this woman, who couldn't even get Mr. Weasley's first name wrong. How is that even possible? But then... it got worst. 

"And there's a picture, Weasley! Of your parents outside their house-- if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?" 

"Get stuffed, Malfoy!" Harry growled while Ron was literally shaking with fury. 

"Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you Potter? You as well, Granger? So tell me is his mother that porky or is it jus the picture?" Malfoy asked while him and his friends blurted out laughing. 

"What about your mother, Malfoy?" Hermione asked while she helped Harry keep Ron from launching at Malfoy, "that expression she has like she has dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that or was it just because you were with her?" 

"How dare you insult my mother, you filthy Mudblood!" Malfoy shot at her. 

"Then keep your fat mouth shut, you big hypocrite!" She shouted at him before turning away. 

BANG!!!

The crowd of people screamed-- Hermione felt something just past her face that caused her to flinch and stumble to the ground. She could see Harry and Ron reaching for their wands when a booming sound echoed through the entrance hall and then...

"OH NO YOU DON'T, LADDIE!"  

Hermione turned to find Professor Moody limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure white ferret, which was standing where Malfoy had been standing. Moody soon made his way to Hermione as he helped her to her feet. 

"Did he get you?" Moody growled. 

"No, he missed." Hermione answered. 

"LEAVE IT!" Moody shouted. 

"Pardon?" Hermione asked, bewildered of what he was talking about. 

"Not you-- HIM!" Moody growled, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Crabbe, who had just frozen, after about picking the ferret up from the ground. Moody turned and limped over towards them. The ferret made his way to scurry off to the dungeons. 

"I don't think so!"roared Moody, pointing his wand at the ferret again-- it flew ten feet into the air and began dropping then flying repeatedly in the air. 

"I don't like people who attack when their opponent's back's turned!" Moody growled, "stinking, cowardly, scummy thing to do... never-- do-- that-- again!" 

"PROFESSOR MOODY!" a shocked voice shouted. Professor McGonagall began hurrying towards them with a look of panic drilled into her face. 

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall," Moody said calmly while the ferret kept floating in the air. 

"What-- what are you doing?" Professor McGongall asked while her eyes followed the ferret up and down. 

"Teaching," 

"Teach-- MOODY! Is that a student?!?!?!" Professor McGonagall shrieked as she pointed to the ferret. 

"Technically, right now-- it's a ferret." 

"Like bloody hell it is!" Professor McGonagall growled as she pulled out her wand, turning the ferret back into Malfoy, who was looking terrified. 

"Moody! We NEVER use Transfiguration as a punishment! Surely Professor Dumbledore told you that?" Professor McGonagall said in a deadly firm tone. 

"Might've mentioned it, yeah--" 

"We give detentions, Moody! Or speak to the offender's Head of House!" 

"I'll do that then," Moody said while moving towards Malfoy, who was mumble his usual phrase of his father will hear about this, "Oh yeah? Well-- I know your father, boy... and you can tell him Moody's keeping a close eye on his son... you tell him that from me... now, your Head of House'll be Snape, will it?" 

"Yes,"

"Another old friend, I've been looking forward to a chat with old Snape... come on, you.." Moody growled before grabbing hold of Malfoy's arm then marched him towards the dungeons.