The Fatal Enchantment

Wand Weighing Ceremony

                When I woke up on Sunday morning, it took me a moment to remember why I felt so agitated and worried. Then the memory of the previous night rolled over me. I sat up and ripped back the curtains of my own four-poster. I saw Hermione, Ginny, Fay, and Pavarti were still asleep. I got and went down the spiral staircase into the common room. And then I went out of the portrait hole towards the Great Hall. I went up to the Owlery and took out a spare parchment, as I wrote a letter to Sirius.

Dear Padfoot,
How are you? How is Buckbeak? Are you still on the run? I mean you can hide with Moony as his pet hound dog! Anyways, you know about the triwizard tournament right. Well, a strange thing happened... the goblet of Fire emitted four champions instead of three – one each from Dumstrang and Beaxabatons and two from Hogwarts, and Harry is one of the Hogwarts champions. Someone has hoodwinked the goblet successfully, even after Dumbledore and I drew the age lines. Padfoot, I'm scared for Harry. He is but a boy... I'm extremely worried about him; most of the school believes he put his name into the goblet. Ron is not speaking to him. And he's preventing all the Weasley's from speaking to him as well. He's got almost everyone not to speak to him. Please speak to Harry; he needs you the most now Padfoot.
Regards from,
Paws

I attached the letter to one of the school owls and sent it to Sirius. I went down the stairs. We were doing the fighting of the Imperius Curse. And Diggory got carried off. Barty was putting the Imperius curse on students and ordering them to do things. Many sang operas, many hopped about the class singing the school anthem. Then since I'm in seventh year class due to my magical quotient, Barty went to cast the curse on me.
"I'll go easy on you" said Barty.
"Well, I'd tell you not to. I'd hate a fight when it's all so easy for me." I said.
"Well, you asked for it Potter." said Barty. "Imperio" he said. But I smirked since I felt nothing, making Barty frown at the sight. He tried again and again. But he failed each and every time. It's so good to be a shield. No harm befalls you, magically as well as non-magically. Muhahahahaha!!!! "Well, look we have someone who is immune to the curse!" said Barty to hide his failure. "Give a round of applause for Miss Potter. Twenty points to Gryffindor." I rolled my eyes. Of course, the scoundrel will try to get on my good side now, now that his intentions are revealed to me.
Bastard!!!! Then he went to kiss me!!! Even after doing that to my family!!!!!! Soon the bell rang, and the class began to file out. I had a free period, and I wanted utilize my time by studying in the library.
"Miss Potter, stay back" he said. Scoundrel... I tell you. He won't let me be at peace. Diggory looked at me with a questioning look, as I snarled at him. Marcus looked at me with pity as he went away.
"Alexia ..." he began as I did not speak a word. "I have to do this. He had freed me from my father's imprisonment. And once you become a death eater, there's no turning back. And with Pettigrew having suspicions about you being Potter's daughter, you can be made into a perfect leverage to get to your brother. So it's either harm your brother and see to your safety, or give you and not care about your brother. I chose to harm your brother to keep you safe."
"Why?" I asked him.
"Excuse me?" he said.
"Why did you choose my safety over my brother's?" I asked him.
"I don't know why I did it. But I just did." He said. "For some unknown reason, I enjoy your company... and I cannot let someone who keeps me company, be harmed by anyone."
"Meet me in the Forbidden Forest tonight." I said as I got up to leave. "Just meet me in fifteen minutes. We need to help Dumbledore with the event." I turned to my heels and went out of the classroom.

Barty's P.O.V.:-

Lexi had been avoiding me ever since yesterday's events. But I'd noted how Diggory was sending looks of lust at her. Like he wanted to get into her pants, and screw her for good. I don't know why I'm feeling like killing Diggory, but if the sonny continues this way, then I'll have no choice by to at least use the Cruciatus curse on the boy. She is a girl of her own mind... not one to shove your manhood into... If he ever looks at her like that again, I'll give him detention for a month for the very least...

Lexi's P.O.V.:-

I walked out to see Malfoy discussing something with his lackeys. Going there, I pinched his ear, and pulled him aside.
"What the bloody hell are you planning Malfoy" I snarled.
"Get your hands off me Potter!" he spat. After becoming my friend he'd stopped calling me filthy little mudblood, ugly, whore, slut, ho, harlot and all sorts of insults.
"Blaise, what was he discussing?"I asked.
"Making some badges...." said Blaise.
"What badges?" I said.
"Oh! Nothing! Just discussing about making some, We belong to Draco Malfoy's gangbadges" said Theo.
"Theo if you know anything, you better tell. Because Merlin help me! If I find out that you have been planning something demeaning against my brother, I will not hesitate to give you all detention." With that I went to the staff room. I had some coffee, and then Barty came in.
"Come along everyone, we better go to see to the wand weighing ceremony, before Rita Skeeter demeans each and every one of our champions." Dumbledore announced. We went into the room to find Krum, Diggory and Delacour. Karkaroff positioned himself next to Krum, along with another boy, and a girl similar looking to Delacour positioned herself along with Maxime next to Delacour, who sat on a chair in her ick baby blue dress.
"Where's Harry?" I asked.
"Skeeter took him inside the broom cupboard." said Diggory. I shook my head in dismay, and helped Dumbledore pull him out of Skeeter's clutches.
"Dumbledore!" cried Rita Skeeter, with every appearance of delight – as I noticed that her quill and the parchment had suddenly vanished from the box of Magical Mess Remover, and Rita's clawed fingers were hastily snapping shut the clasp of her crocodile-skin bag. "How are you?" she said, standing up and holding out one of her large, mannish hands to Dumbledore. "I hope you saw my piece over the summer about the International Confederation of Wizards' Conference?"
"Enchantingly nasty," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "I particularly enjoyed your description of me as an obsolete dingbat." Rita Skeeter didn't look remotely abashed.
"I was just making the point that some of your ideas are a little old-fashioned, Dumbledore, and that many wizards in the street -"
"I will be delighted to hear the reasoning behind the rudeness, Rita," said Dumbledore, with a courteous bow and a smile, "but I'm afraid we will have to discuss the matter later. The Weighing of the Wands is about to start, and it cannot take place if one of our champions is hidden in a broom cupboard." The other champions were now sitting in chairs near the door, and Harry sat down quickly next to Diggory, hooking up at the velvet-covered table, where four of the five judges were now sitting - Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Mr. Crouch, and Cornelius Fudge. Rita Skeeter settled herself down in a corner; Harry saw her slip the parchment out of her bag again, spread it on her knee, suck the end of the Quick-Quotes Quill, and place it once more on the parchment.
"May I introduce Mr. Ollivander?" I said, as Dumbledore took his place at the judges' table and talking to the champions. "He will be checking your wands, to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament." The old wizard with pale blue eyes came forward.
"Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?" said Mr. Ollivander, stepping into the empty space in the middle of the room. Fleur Delacour swept over to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.
"Hmm..." he said. He twirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and it emitted a number of pink and gold sparks. Then he held it chose to his eyes and examined it carefully. "Yes," he said quietly, "nine and a half inches... inflexible... rosewood... and containing... dear me..."
"An 'air from ze 'ead of a veela," said Fleur. "One of my grandmuzzer's." So she's a part Veela, like I'd suspected. And a proud bimbo too... But she can't be a downright bimbo, after all she's the Beaxbatons champions, but all Beaxbatons girls are idiots.
"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, I've never used veela hair myself, of course. I find it makes for rather temperamental wands... however, to each his own, and if this suits you..." Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers along the wand, apparently checking for scratches or bumps; then he muttered, "Orchideous!" and a bunch of flowers burst from the wand tip. "Very well, very well, it's in fine working order," said Mr. Ollivander, scooping up the flowers and handing them to Fleur with her wand. "Mr. Diggory, you next." Fleur glided back to her seat, smiling at Cedric as he passed her. "Ah, now, this is one of mine, isn't it?" said Mr. Ollivander, with much more enthusiasm, as Diggory handed over his wand. "Yes, I remember it well. Containing a single hair from the tail of a particularly fine male unicorn... must have been seventeen hands; nearly gored me with his horn after I plucked his tail. Twelve and a quarter inches... ash... pleasantly springy. It's in fine condition... You treat it regularly?"
"Polished it last night," said the idiotic pervert, grinning away.
Mr. Ollivander sent a stream of silver smoke rings across the room from the tip of Cedric's wand, pronounced himself satisfied, and then said, "Mr. Krum, if you please." Viktor Krum got up and slouched, round-shouldered and duck-footed, toward Mr. Ollivander. He thrust out his wand and stood scowling, with his hands in the pockets of his robes.
"Hmm," said Mr. Ollivander, "this is a Gregorovitch creation, unless I'm much mistaken? A fine wand-maker, though the styling is never quite what I... however..." He lifted the wand and examined it minutely, turning it over and over before his eyes. "Yes... hornbeam and dragon heartstring?" he shot at Krum, who nodded. "Rather thicker than one usually sees... quite rigid... ten and a quarter inches... Avis!" The hornbeam wand let off a blast hike a gun, and a number of small, twittering birds flew out of the end and through the open window into the watery sunlight. "Good," said Mr. Ollivander, handing Krum back his wand. "Which leaves... Mr. Potter."
Harry got to his feet and walked past Krum to Mr. Ollivander. He handed over his wand.
"Aaaah, yes," said Mr. Ollivander, his pale eyes suddenly gleaming. "Yes, yes, yes. How well I remember." Of course he'd remember the wand he'd sold off three years ago. Mr. Ollivander spent much longer examining Harry's wand than anyone else's. Eventually, however, he made a fountain of wine shoot out of it, and handed it back to Harry, announcing that it was still in perfect condition.
"Thank you all," said Dumbledore, standing up at the judges' table. "You may go back to your lessons now - or perhaps it would be quicker just to go down to dinner."
"Come along Alexia" said Barty, as I avoided him and went my way, as I saw Rita Skeeter eyeing me, and her photographer took a photograph of not only the champions but also of Barty and me. Grr.........