❝𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.❞
Jupiter Black has been isolated from the outside world her entire life up until the age of thirteen. During a duel with her mother, Jupiter tragically witnesses her death and flees from...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 4
I WATCH IN SHOCK AS A CARRIAGE FLIES AROUND THE SCHOOL. The carriage is pulled by Pegasus' and a boat floats up to the surface from the dark sea. "That's something you don't see everyday." I mutter out and Harry chuckles at my words. A small smile forms on my lips.
What is happening to me?
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"Well, now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." Dumbledore says and the door of the Great Hall opens. I turn my head to look and see Filch come running towards the headmaster.
"This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen..." Dumbledore quiets as Filch whispers into his ear. They mumble words to each other before Filch runs back down to the door.
"So, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event; The Triwizard Tournament." Murmurs rise in the great hall. "For those of you who don't know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three school for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single student is selected to compete." Dumbledore holds up his index finger.
"Now let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contests are not for the faint-hearted. But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and their headmistress Madam Maxime." The doors to the Great Hall open and girls dressed in blue walk inside.
Their arms rest behind their backs as they stride forwards gracefully. They stop walking, moving an arm over their chest and motioning to the side with a gentle hum, before continuing to walk. They stop again. Doing the same thing, motioning to the boys beside me.
Ron looks at them in awe as they start to run forwards, with blue butterflies flying around them. Madam Maxime walks down with two sisters, one dancing and one doing gymnastics. I clap my hands together politely and Dumbledore kisses Madam Maxime's hand.
"And now, our friends from the north. Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff." Igor Karkaroff. My mother knew him. He was a death eater. She didn't speak much of her friends, but she knew him. She told me.
I don't watch as the boys enter the room. I only spin the ring on my finger. I feel a gaze on me and look up. Karkaroff stares at me, curiously. I place on a cold look and match his intense stare. He breaks eye contact and I let out a small exhale of relief.
"What is it?" Harry asks, his voice a whisper. I stare at the fire dragon that flies around Dumbledore. "My mother knew him." Is all I say and he seems to understand. Harry nods, taking my hand, and giving it a small squeeze. My stomach flips around and I feel my cheeks redden. I force my face to stay pale, and not flicker over to a bright crimson.
I watch as Karkaroff sits beside Snape. The tension between them is undeniable. I look at the two, and Snape slowly looks at me. He gives me the smallest frown, and I move my eyes to signal to Karkaroff. Snape clicks his tongue and I turn back to my friends.
Harry still holds my hand, he brushes his thumb around my skin before feeling the cold metal of my silver ring. "Where did you get this?" He asks me and I glance down at the ring. "It was my mother's. She gave it to me before I- left. She gave it to me before I left." I finish and look down.
"It's beautiful." He says to me, squeezing my hand. "Thank you, Harry." I say to him and give him a small smile. He smiles back at me and I glance over at Hermione and Ron who give us large smiles. "What?" I ask Hermione and she giggles with Ron.
"Nothing." She mutters with a smile and I brush it off. "Your attention, please!" Dumbledore yells out and we all silence. "I'd like to say a few words. Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks." The twins mutter 'Wicked' in awe.
"For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Mr. Bartemius Crouch." He walks forwards and I notice another man walk through the back, soaking wet.
Thunder crashes and rain pours from the enchanted ceiling. My chest tightens before relief washes over me. In seconds, a blue shield covers Harry, Hermione, Ron and I. I look down at my palms which glow a light blue. "Did you do that?" Hermione asks me and I stare at my hands. "I think so." I whisper and the sky changes back to be covered with stars. The shield falls and Ron gapes as he stares at the soaking wet man.
"Bloody Hell. It's Mad-Eye Moody." Ron says and Hermione looks at him. "Alistair Moody? The Auror?" She asks and Ron nods. "Auror?" Dean Thomas asks, leaning towards us. "Dark-Wizard catcher." I say to him and he nods.
"Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter, though, these days." Ron says and we all stare at him.
I don't know what it is, he just feels... off. He stares at me, and at Harry before shaking hands with Dumbledore. He grabs a flask and drinks it, shaking slightly. Crouch walks forward, with his hands out.
"After due consideration the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament." The room breaks into noise, groans. "This decision is final." Crouch finishes and the twins wine out. "That's rubbish!" The ginger boys scream out. The Great Hall gets silenced by Dumbledore yelling.
"Silence!" He yells out and everyone quiets. He lifts his wand to a tall statue and the gold surrounding it melts away, revealing a large goblet. A blue flame rises from it and lights up the room.
"The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly."
"If chosen, there's no turning back. As of this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."
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A/N- there will be updates everyday this week to make up for the ones I missed!
